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☈ your bones singing into mine ii

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nikto x gen!bio-weapons engineer reader (no use of y/n) 3.4k words cw: honestly just the relationship being dysfunctional, also like warlord sugar daddy overtones, but that's just how this cookie is gonna crumble Nikto has swept you out of the darkness, and into an intact world burning full of ugly lights. He meets your every need as you work to create weapons to supply him an armory of shock and awe. He buys for you a place in Bruges, a rowhouse right on the water, and your only desire is a romantic dinner with him. He does not have it within himself to deny you.

Nikto brings you out into a world that is bright and burning, but mostly whole. He tells you that things are tied on a shoestring of balance, that any strong enough blow of breeze could tip the whole house of cards, and he has a look in his eyes that names himself typhoon. 

He is one of the most complex and deeply locked men you have ever met in your life, and you have met a great many men with secrets that could turn cities into subatomic particles in a blinding flash of a second. He wants to father a new world, a savage paradise, and, yet, he holds you in the palm of his velvet-covered iron fist as his finest treasure.

Penthouses are cleared out for you–places high in the sky, in any number of cities, so far away from the ground and the dark. He pours money into your comfort like hemorrhaging, and he cares not that his funds bleed, because he can always dump more into the wound. 

It’s a wound he wants to sustain, because he likes to see you clean, and comfortable, and sparking electricity as you work. He provides makeshift, mobile labs for you. Thousands upon thousands of dollars for computers, and programs, and security. Though he lifts you into the light, he makes you a small space of darkness, allowing you to run and return to your work.

He begins to call you Spider, or Pauk, depending on whether his English is dropping your name like a threat, or if his Russian is soft and trying to entreat you.

There is a place in Bruges, right on the water, that he pulls together for you. It is smaller than your other hideaways, cozier. Bulb-lit with warm wooden flooring and tall walls. He walks stiffly through the halls, watching for your reaction, and his shoulders relax when you turn from the window watching boats on the water to give him your cracked grin. 

“It’s out of a book,” you say, “the buildings are such bright colors. How is this real?”

“It’s always been this way here,” he tells you. He shuffles a moment, bringing his clasped hands from his back to his front, before he adds quietly, “We’re glad that you…find it acceptable here.”

Surely he is remembering the blocs he grew up on, all the colorless brutalist construction from the Soviet era. Houses for workers, starvation in the streets. You wonder if his place had heriz rugs all over the floors, to insulate sound and cushion steps and provide color. 

You press your fingertips into the cool glass, looking at him, wondering about him. You’d like to see his face, though he’s told you that it is a nightmare. You’d like to kiss him. You know he loves you, just as you love him.

“It’s perfect. I’m going to like it here,” you tell him, and your heart swells and patters when his shoulders raise a little bit, proud of himself for his pick. With his hidden face, you’ve become an expert in his body language. All his little tells become clear to you, the more time you spend with him.

He is slow with you, cautious. Not as if approaching a wild animal, he would never treat you with such base suspicion and wariness, but as if he is the animal, well-aware of exactly how powerful his bite is. He treasures you too much to damage you. 

Such brutality is held within this many-faceted man, vast and damning. He is a gentleman though, through accident or practice, and he puts that hardwork into effect with you.

It causes you to make the first move most of the time. 

“I want you to have dinner with me tonight,” you say, tapping your fingers against the glass, feeling the condensation cling to your fingerprints. 

He shakes his head. “Your value is too high for us to allow you out of the flat, Pauk,” he says gently, misunderstanding, as if reminding you. There are so many beautiful homes he has carved out for you, but you’ve never stepped foot outside of them. 

He thinks you want to, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. The reality is that you are brimming with hatred at the fact it still stands. That your suffering was for nothing, and the apocalypse still lies dormant but rumbling, a stalled birth. You love your closed spaces and your blackout curtains that hide the world and your tall walls and bright lights.

“We can have something ordered and brought to you,” he continues, trying to soothe the blow that never landed.

A grunt of annoyance snaps out of your throat, hand pressing flat to the glass. “Nooo,” you draw out, turning to face him in full. “I want you all to eat here, with me. Only us, none of the guards making all that fucking noise with their heavy boots. And I want to pretend that we’re all just having a nice night. And there are no contagions or stadiums or belt-fed guns.”

In shame, his head drops a degree, arms tightening in front of him. The supple leather of his gloves creak. “Apologies, Pauk.” His head remains that one slice lower, but his eyes flicker up like a bird’s from beneath his rippy lashes. “We…” he pauses, trying to formulate the words, “we will put that together. For you. What do you want to eat?”

Your hand comes away from the glass, and you press your palms together like a prayer, holding the sides of your hands to your lips. “I want something bloody and buttery. Something good made by someone that doesn’t love me.”

A small noise like a laugh sounds behind his heavy mask, and his neck relaxes. It puts together a picture of thought: it’s a good thing we do not cook for you, then. “We will find something.”

+

Neither of you cook. It’s a sad reality. You were too built up for epidemiology and plague-practitioning to have the room or time to learn the skill, and Nikto readily admits that he’d long ago lost his sense of smell. “Nova gas,” he explained, funnily enough. “That was your grandfather’s work, yes?” It was. He and his team. You are a legacy leper-making, just like God and all of his followers.

The sun has settled fully in the city of Bruges, and the light of street lamps, the running lights of boats on the water, and fairy lights around shopfronts make the water glitter. It is warm here, with all the brick and cobblestone soaking up the yellow light, and for once you are fine with the curtains open.

Nikto has spoiled you rotten with clothing, all of it fine and soft and rich. You dress comfortably, beautifully, and wander the flat, looking over things leftover from past tenants, waiting on his return. He always leaves you with a guard when he is gone, and tonight it is a short but sturdy woman from Montenegro who does not speak. She sits on the small leather couch in the living room, reading a book with horses on the cover, rifle across her lap. You do not bother her, but you cannot wait for her to leave.

When Nikto arrives, it’s with yet another guard, this one in plainclothes, carrying two large paper bags in their arms. It’s always seemed funny to you that he just goes out in the mask, nightmare beneath it or not, and that people must have reactions in public. But, you don’t think Nikto travels anywhere that people would dare comment on it. He has lackeys for embarrassing, mundane duties. 

He takes the bags from the second guard, and dismisses the woman on the couch, letting you approach to lock the deadbolts on the back of the door when they’re out. It is your comfort and your right, he will not interfere with it.

Meeting his eyes, you grin a cracked grin at him. “Smells good. What is it? What was the restaurant called?”

He makes another laugh-noise, looking skin-close to bashful. “We do not know. We sent Dejanović to get it, he knows the city.” He peers into the bag. “He said foreign dignitaries enjoyed the place. We don’t feel like that always speaks well to quality.”

You try to take the bag into your hands, but his arm tightens. He does not like you doing menial tasks. He likes it only when you are free to tend to your work and whims. It is much preferable to him that your needs are met, and he is glad to tend to those tasks when he is with you.

“If it’s all rot and garbage, we can make zakuski instead, and wash it down with vodka,” you tell him, swaying a little, hoping the promise pleases him. “Tahumi brought me a can of caviar, and even found a mother-of-pearl spoon for it.”

His eyes grow hard at the mention of Tahumi giving you a gift. That is another thing that heckles him. He does not like others knowing about you, much less providing for you. That is his honor, and an honor he thinks it is.

Your mouth starts to curl. “Don’t eat yourself with knots,” you instruct him, but his eyes only grow harder, his posture stiffer. “I wanted it, and Tahumi saw it, and he bought it. He did it to please you, because you are so here-and-there with your underlings. Your favor can’t be curried because it doesn’t exist.”

“They are warm, walking corpses, and nothing more,” he says, stone-solid, cold. “We don’t need them for anything more than catching bullets and carrying out orders. You are not a tool to buy their way into security. There is none, and you–you’re–” 

He turns his head and breathes out hard. His body is held so tightly it paints pain on the walls behind him. His molars squeak as they grind together, trying to collect himself, but he is upset.

“Andryu,” you say, pulling his diminutives, trying to pluck the chords that will bring him back to you. You bend your body to swerve, attempting to capture his eyes. “Andryusha.”

There is a little break in the armor, a crack where you can push your fingers in, to find contact with him. There is a little light in his eyes. “We cannot allow you to be taken advantage of. Your wholeness is…” he trails off, struggling, and you provide him the territory to prowl, find his words. He turns and meets your eyes, and there is his passion. “Our last shred of warmth is you. If you are pained, or used, or discarded–it is a blow that would destroy the last human thing in us.”

And, here, your scant humanity answers his. You fold, slope, ease. You nod in agreement. “I know, Andryu, I do. But all of you know where my loyalties lie. You know I wouldn’t hesitate to find you if I felt targeted.” You want so horrendously to reach out and touch him, but you don’t. You have to allow him to initiate, otherwise he cannot handle it. “My lot is in your lot. I go where you go. Everyone else is a corpse that forgot to lie down and die.”

Using his language in ways that he understands it unlocks him to you. His gloved hand comes up, hovering just to the side of your jaw. But he doesn’t touch, he only traces the air in a line down the bone structure. 

+

He allows—or, rather, you give him no in allowing you to stand in the kitchen as he unpacks your meals to plate. It could be call an awkward affair, if either of you had the social graces to register that feeling in your minds. 

He’s taken his gloves off and swatted at your hand trying to take the paper bag for recycling, giving you a sharp look borne of the love he holds. Again, not allowed to lift a finger. 

There are faded Cyrillic characters tattooed across his knuckles, the black ink bloated and faded to blue. SOS across three fingers: either spasi, otets, syna or Suki Otnyali Svobodu. Save me, father, your son. Bitches robbed my freedom. 

He’s never told you which in specific, though he’s offered both as options. Tattoos are carved into so much of his skin, and he’s given you brief walking tours of them when he’s stripped down enough for them to appear. A warping on Russian prison tattoos, repurposed for the Spetsnaz. 

Epaulets on his shoulders—horses die from work. Devils just below those, oskals, hatred of authority. ‘I Fuck Poverty and Misfortune’ in Cyrillic, riding his Adonis belt. A lighthouse on his forearm, yearning for freedom. His skin tells his story, hard-lived, a language known to few. 

His plating skills are what cause him minor self-consciousness. He’s not an artistic man, and he has no eye for aesthetics. The blood-rare ribeyes are just placed and pushed to one side of the plate, crumbled blue cheese dumped artlessly on top. Creamed potatoes end up slopping over roasted asparagus, and he growls in his throat, frustrated. He is trying incredibly hard to make it pleasing. The more he moves it around, trying to be careful, the worse it looks. 

He wouldn’t care if it was solely for him. His frustration is because you will not be eating something pretty. In his mind, the only things you deserve are pretty and perfect. 

His hands stop fussing, resting on the edge of the counter, glaring down at the plates. “It looks like shit,” he renders his verdict. It sounds like he is considering throwing it away and ordering something else.

“Pelmeni look like shit. So does poutine. But it all tastes good, so we still eat it,” you push back. “No one eats shiny plastic or tinsel.”

He grunts again. “People eat shiny plastic and tinsel all the time, because they are fucking stupid.”

“If any of you are insinuating that any of us are fucking stupid, you’re being a fucking child.” Despite the content of your words, it is not said with heat. It is an olive branch, trying to reach him across the expanse of his dissatisfaction. You’re not sure you’ve made contact until his fingers start tapping on the counter, and he hums Krokodil Gena’s Birthday Song deep in his chest. He is calming, rectifying reality with himself. 

After a few, long moments, he picks up the plates, nodding at you, and carries them to the dining table outside the kitchen. It is situated in front of a set of big picture windows that he honestly does not like you standing near, ever, but it is for the sake of the evening. He sets your plate down, and pulls out your chair for you, before he seats himself. There are already sets of silverware and water on the table. A bottle of vodka, and two small glasses to drink from. 

You start by pouring two sips of vodka, offering him one. A toast falls out of your mouth, unthinking, and he clinks your glasses together in agreement. When you put your shot back, he hands you his glass, and you shoot that, as well. He has not removed his mask. He will not. But he overturns his glass next to yours.

It’s an odd affair, how the meal goes. Conversation picks up, on plans and your work, on the state of the world as it stands. That will run out, and you will both turn to other topics. Books, movies, cars. Oh, Nikto has such a soft spot for cars��he could talk about them from dusk until dawn. Luxury cars, supercars, performance and rally cars, working vehicles, even an astonishing breadth of consumer cars. He has opinions that stretch the globe, and you soak it up like a dry sponge. 

The oddest thing is that you eat, and he does not. He keeps his hands resting on either side of his plate, guarding it as if he was a prisoner, but he does not once touch his silverware. He won’t eat in front of anyone. He can’t, not without taking the mask off. It’s something he didn’t have to explain to you, you just understood it by studying his patterns. It’s something that made him even softer toward you. 

You finish, part of your steak left–you intend to slice it up and put it on some grilled crusty bread with piles of caramelized onions later–resting your fork and your knife on the edge of your plate. “That was good. Despite the dignitaries and dog shit. I want a copy of their menu, to tear up and eat bit by bit. I want all of you to have more dates with me, this one dripped romantic. All the seams were splitting up, and it went drop by drop by drop.”

“Date?” he queries, looking at you across the table as he reaches for your plate.

“Date.” You nod once, emphatically.

He shudders, smothering something that sounds like a sigh, averting his eyes. “We…will make sure there is a menu for you, next time,” he starts, unphased by your request. “Roses, if you like.”

You shake your head. “No use for roses, they wilt and die. Flowers all-wilted smell like the dark parts of the bunker, and my stomach eats and eats away at me because of that smell.”  You send an apologetic look across the table, thinking. “I’ll take tokens in trinkets. Whenever you bring me jewelry, I don’t take it off.”

As if in example, you pull up your sleeves, showing him the bracelets he’s brought you, left for your discovery on desktops and dressers. Next, you tug at your collar, showing him a pile of necklaces. 

His fingers twitch, looking at you helplessly. Not even he can prevent the swallow that goes down his throat, when he sees that you hoard the fine things he brings back for you.

Another long moment passes, and he is hoarse when he agrees, “Jewelry. We will bring you jewelry, then.”

In as much of a rush as you’ve ever seen him, he collects your dishes, and the bottle of vodka, storming back through the kitchen door. It doesn’t latch behind him, and you know he will be a while. It feels dirty, destructive and found and deceitful, but you sneak up to the crack, wanting to watch him.

His back is turned, his mask removed. Hair so deep in darkness it shines white under lights sticks up from his head at all angles, some of it missing from the side of his skull, along with an ear. He eats quickly, in clipped bites, gorging himself, stopping only to tip back the vodka bottle. It’s almost an ugly display, brutal necessity, and you know as well as you know the own pounding of your heart that he is uncomfortable, that he hates this. He hates to be bare.

You cannot see his face, and you would not try to see it. You want to see it someday, and that will only happen when he is ready to show you. You will not steal that freedom from him. You will not sneak looks when he is unawares. It is the same courtesy he has afforded you, and you are hellbent to pay it back in kind.

With that prickling your skin, you back away from the door, allowing him his needs. 

When he returns, sitting next to you on the couch, he is warmed-through and softened by the alcohol and food. He takes hold of your ankle, pulling it into his lap, rubbing the knob of your bone with his bare fingers. His masked head tips back, resting against the back of the couch, and he heaves a heavy sigh.

Your stomach clenches, and your heart races. There is so much love between the two of you, so impossibly massive that it cannot ever be feasibly dealt with, and that is something you are fine with when his eyes meet yours in a crinkled smile. 

Perhaps your union will kill the world as it stands, but you don’t particularly mind. His hands are warm against your bones, reaching deeper than any other human possibly could, and he looks at you as if you are his only purpose in life, even if that is not true.

“Andryusha,” you greet him quietly, turning your leg in his touch so he can have more skin.

Another small noise, pleasure, and he rubs deeper, followed by a soft, heartsick request, “Say it again, Paukya.”

[satoshi-mochida]

Goat Simulator Remastered launches November 7 - Gematsu

Goat Simulator Remastered will launch for PlayStation 5, Xbox Series, and PC via Steam, Epic Games Store, and Microsoft Store on November 7, Coffee Stain Publishing and developers Coffee Stain Studios, Coffee Stain North, and Deep Silver FISHLABS announced.

Here is an overview of the game, via Coffee Stain Publishing:

About

Goat Simulator Remastered is the latest in goat simulation technology. Your favorite chaotic sandbox is back and more beautiful than ever, with updated graphics, every downloadable content, and more bugs that you can shake a goat at. WASD to rewrite history. Your goal? Chaos! Your muse? Pilgor the goat! If you’ve had your horns in the sand for the last 10 years, Goat Simulator is a game about causing as much destruction as you possibly can, as a goat. Headbutt, backflip and ragdoll your way around each level to earn points, and come up with creative ways to ruin an NPC’s day. Goat Simulator Remastered is the remaster no one asked for. It comes with everything you loved about the original game and more, with new and improved visuals, updated textures, shiny new lighting, and some brand-new foliage showing off the finest in advanced goat simulation technology. We’ve also completely reworked Mutators, allowing you to pick and choose whichever “goat” you desire from a handy in-game menu. You just have to catch them all first! The remaster also includes every downloadable content from the PC version, and one of our favorites from the mobile version, including:

“GoatVille” – The Big Apple of Goat Simulator, as some would say…

“Goat City Bay” – The coastal jewel of northern GoatAsia.

“Goat MMO” – A fantasy adventure across lands unknown.

“Goat Z” – Can you survive the apocalypse?

“PAYDAY” – Gather your crew and prepare for a heist!

“Waste Of Space” – Explore the outer reaches of space and see what popular sci-fi references lie within…

“Buck to School” – From Goat Simulator Mobile, GoatVille high has a new jock in town.

There are also less exciting new things, like general optimization and bug fixing—but we promise we mainly fixed the boring ones.

Key Features

You can be a goat… again.

No really, that’s still the main selling point.

A brand spanking new mutator menu that lets you mix and match goats to your heart’s content—if your contentment means abominations.

As buggy as you remember—just because it’s a remaster doesn’t mean we haven’t left in an unhealthy dose of physics-based bugs because why not?

All downloadable content included—we could have sold them separately to you again, but if we’re honest this is already a cash-grab.

New and improved graphics, lighting, VFX and animations – as well as revamped foliage for the prettiest leaves you’ll see in a Goat Simulator game excluding Goat Simulator 3.

Disclaimer

Goat Simulator Remastered is a completely stupid game and has been a completely stupid game since we first invented goat simulation over 10 years ago. We’ve said it before, but you should absolutely be spending your money on something else, like a neat hat, a pile of bricks, or maybe pool your money together with your friends and buy a real goat.

Watch a new trailer below.

Gameplay Trailer

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Jasico Week 2024 - Day 1

Words: 3,058 Rating: General Audiences Type: Oneshot

Description: Nico, Camp Half-Bloods demigod with the largest contraband collection, helps Jason have a quiet birthday devoid of all Stoll pranks. Birthday cake and Mario Kart included.

Sidenote: This fic was written for @jasico-challenges Jasico week 2024 event!

Full fic under the cut! However, the formatting is a bit better on AO3 since I’m posting this from mobile lol.

Alone time at camp was hard to get. It was even harder if you happened to go to camp at a time that aligned with when the Stoll brothers went to camp. Unfortunately for Jason, he fell into that bracket of poor souls.

Not only did the Stolls insist on knowing everyone’s birthday, they also insisted on making a personalized prank on that very day. Beyond that sphere of horrible intent, they also told everyone they knew that it was your birthday—they knew everyone at camp.

Jason was still shuddering in remembrance of the last camper who the two of them had gotten their hands on. The prank wasn’t pretty, nor was the aftermath. Said camper still walked a wide circle around those two.

Nico had somehow managed to scrape away with never enduring one of their birthday pranks. Wether he paid them off or if they just respected him enough to leave him alone was up for debate. They were his first two real friends at camp, and was known for aiding their pranks when needed, so maybe they just couldn’t do as good of a prank without him that they didn’t bother.

However it happened didn’t matter to Jason. All that he cared about was Nico never got pranked, and he was determined not to either.

Jason slammed his breakfast tray down on the Hades table with enough conviction to conjure several glares from other campers. He didn’t care enough to look back, but he’d certainly gotten Nico’s attention.

Nico pulled off his headphones, hardly taking the time to set down his fork. “Good gods, what?” Nico said, pausing his iPod. It was the closest thing to updated technology that all of camp had, and Nico clung to the thing rather strong.

Jason sat down, ignoring the rules saying he should be at his own table. “I need a favor,” he said.

“Great?” Nico said, picking his fork back up.

Jason groaned. “Come on!”

“I didn’t say no.”

Jason took a breath, hope singing his name on the horizon. Maybe he was being dramatic, but he hadn’t had a birthday to himself in years, and he would’ve killed a titan by himself for one right now.

“My birthday is tomorrow,” Jason said leaning forward like it was a huge secret.

Nico picked at his oatmeal. “I’m aware.”

Of course, Nico was the only person other than Piper and Leo who knew his birthday at camp. He’d told him on the Argo II one night when they were both not tired enough to sleep but too tired to go to their own rooms. Nico had also told him his birthday, and they made a pact to not tell anyone and have secret birthdays.

Jason picked up his one apple. “I need you to keep Connor and Travis at bay.”

Nico raised an eyebrow. “You don’t want camp to know?”

Jason shook his head. “I just…want some alone time.”

Nico nodded, thick black hair falling into his eyes only to be pushed back into place. Jason watched a ringed hand settle back comfortably with his plastic fork a little too closely and happened to notice that he held it like it was the finest silverware in the world. Jason pried his eyes away.

“Ok,” Nico said, taking another bite.

“Really?”

“Yup.”

Jason felt mildly silly for all his forcefulness earlier. He really didn’t expect this to be so easy. However, knowing Nico, he should’ve known he caved easy when it came to asking favors—at least ones from Jason.

Jason nodded. He took a bite of his apple to punctuate the conversation. He stayed in his spot, deciding he’d just eat breakfast with Nico.

“Thanks. By the way,” Jason tacked on.

Nico shrugged, reaching for his iPod. “No problem.”

He put on his headphones again, defending his ears from the chatter of the rest of the camp currently eating breakfast. The two ate in silence, something Jason wasn’t particularly used to but couldn’t say he minded.

The next day, Jason woke up late and decided to just skip breakfast. He stretched, realizing like a kid on Christmas that it was his birthday. His birthday, and he had the whole day to himself.

He stayed in his pajamas, stretched out on his bed with the Nintendo DS Nico had leant him and played Pokemon White for an absurd amount of time.

Just as his beloved Pikachu was about to faint, he felt this sudden naggin in the back of his head. Something ebbed at his mind. He glanced towards the clock and realized that it was well into the afternoon. Secondly, he was bored.

Very bored.

He wasn’t sure when the boredom became so apparent, but it was there now. He chewed his lip, too distracted in his thoughts for pokemon, and willingly lost his currently battle before saving and tucking the DS away in his nightstand.

Jason laid back, listening to campers outside. He had assumed a day alone would be the best day of his life. After spending his whole life around everyone every day all the time, he figured some much needed alone time was in order. However, this was downright miserable.

Jason’s mind wandered to Nico, which it seemed to be doing very often as of late. He wondered how the Ghost King spent his time alone so frequently. Did he get lonely too? Was he ever bored cooped up in that cabin?

Jason glanced at the clock again, hoping some substantial time had passed. It hadn’t.

He groaned and pulled himself from his bed, lazily walking to his door and starting the trek to the Hades cabin. He walked around the back of the cabins, praying that training was keeping everyone distracted enough for them not to be crowding the back path made by sneaky teens looking for some alone time of their own.

He was lucky, as everyone was too distracted by whatever atrocity was happening on the rock climbing wall to notice him slinking around.

He walked around the front of Nico’s door, banging with enough urgency to get the point across. Nico called a “What?” mildly exasperatedly.

Jason tugged open the door before darting to hide behind it and slam it closed.

“Great Hades, Jason,” Nico said, setting down his controller and looking up from Mario Kart.

Jason let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Hello to you too.”

Nico rolled his eyes before raking them over Jason. “Nice pajamas.”

Jason looked down at his purple plaid pants and white shirt with a few too many holes in it to be written off as well loved. “Thanks. And to you as well.”

Nico’s hair was pulled off his neck with a hairband, and he wore a black camp hoodie, shorts, and fuzzy socks. It wasn’t the most practical summer wear, but Nico’s cabin was cold as ice.

“Happy birthday,” Nico said. “I assumed you would stay in your cabin all day and enjoy your day off.”

Jason shrugged. “Thanks. I got bored.”

Nico scooted over in the floor, letting Jason see into the bottom of his closet where all his contraband was hidden. A TV and a Wii U sat, accompanied by several video games.

“Wanna join?” he asked, patting the spot beside him and digging for a second controller. “I’ve been trying to beat Connor’s high score for an hour.”

Jason sat beside him, taking the controller. Nico had taught him how to play the Wii, but it still felt foreign in his hands.

Nico flipped back to the menu screen, letting Jason pick a character. Nico was playing as Rosalina. When no one was around, he was always Rosalina. Otherwise, he was Shy Guy. Jason was slightly embarrassed that he knew this and had committed it to memory, but decided it just meant Nico trusted him. Even with something as small as Mario Kart, Nico trusted him.

Jason picked Yoshi. Unlike Nico, he didn’t have much preference.

They began the game, Nico effortlessly in first place. Jason was dead last, but he couldn’t care less about that. It was probably because he couldn’t get his eyes off Nico’s screen, and to make matters worse, couldn’t get his eyes off Nico in general.

Jason hadn’t quite come to terms with his crush yet, if you couldn’t tell.

Nico knew every secret of every track. He knew how to cheat the game, to go backwards and still somehow win. It was almost as if he had the coding in his mind, mouse hovering and fingers clacking to will the game in his favor.

Some may think this made playing with him boring, seeing as no one but Connor could ever manage to beat him. Jason disagreed. This was something akin to Elysium.

Watching the way Nico’s hands worked against the controller, the way he scrunched his eyebrows just slightly in concentration, and most importantly, the glimmer of youth in his eyes that was so rare now. It was fun to lose. It was fun because Nico got to win.

Nico passed the final lap, throwing his arms up in celebration. “Finally!” he grinned. Jason watched as Nico wrote something down on a notebook beside him, stopping a stopwatch that looked older than both of them. He leaned over to see a list of names, each scratched one and replaced by one beneath it. Most of the names were either Nico, Connor, Travis, or Clovis, but a few other campers had weaseled their way into the leaderboard.

Nico scratched out an all-caps Connor and wrote Nico in his neat handwriting, accompanied by his winning time.

Jason struggled for a moment, but eventually passed the finish line in last place, also grinning.

“You did better this time,” Nico said, smiling at him.

“Still got last.”

“At least you didn’t go backwards the whole time this round.”

Jason watched the excited youth fade off Nico’s face, leaving just a mildly happy boy in its wake. He wanted more than anything to see the pure joy on Nico’s face again.

“Quite the improvement,” Jason said, matching his lopsided smile. “How’d you get so good at video games anyways?”

Nico shrugged. “Lotus Casino,” he replied, as if it cleared up anything. “Wanna go again?”

Jason nodded, letting him queue up another map. Nico eventually passed him controller 1, a sign of great respect.

“You pick.” He said. Nico had a very firm ‘you win, you choose,’ rule because he was very particular about his maps.

Jason threw up his eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yeah. Birthday boy picks. Just don’t pick Moo Moo Meadows.”

Jason picked Moo Moo Meadows. Nico groaned, but took controller 1 back and accepted his fate.

About halfway through the game, Nico was in first and Jason was, yet again, dead last.

Nico’s eyes flicked over to Jason’s hands. He sat down his own controller, putting his hands over Jason’s.

“If you just…” he started, guiding Jason’s hands over the controller.

Jason was a bit too flustered to fully take in what Nico was saying, but the slight burning sensation in his hands and face was enough for him to partially remember the hand movements.

This time, Nico finished in eighth, and Jason in fifth. Not Nico’s personal best, but definitely Jason’s.

Nico grinned. “You got top five.” Jason cheered. “Another?” Nico asked, dutifully writing down Jason’s place in the page of the notebook titled “Jason Grace’s Personal Bests”

Jason nodded, and they continued their game until light no longer poured in the windows, and the only thing illuminating them was the TV screen.

They finally tired themselves out on the game. Nico won every round after that, but Jason slowly climbed the leaderboard. Nico wrote down each small victory until one round, where Jason was second and Nico was first.

Wether it was on purpose or not, Nico’s Rosalina slipped on a banana peel at the last second, letting Jason win.

Jason cheered. While it didn’t earn him a spot on the notebooks leaderboard, considering his time still wasn’t all that good, Nico wrote down “Beat reigning champ, Nico Di Angelo” in the notebook with his pretty handwriting, only making the victory sweeter.

They both smiled and laughed together about the whole thing before realizing with sudden horror that they’d both missed dinner, and were starving.

“Guess we lost track of time,” Jason smiled. “I’m sure I have some snacks in my cabin somewhere.”

Nico held up a hand, stopping him. “I’ve got something better.”

Jason raised his eyebrows skeptically. “Better than trail mix?”

“Way better.”

Nico stuck his hand in the back of his contraband pile, digging around video games and other technology before his hands landed on what he was searching for.

He pulled out a box. Not just any box, a box of vanilla cake mix. Soon after, it was accompanied by a bottle of sprinkles and some questionable icing.

“Not even the Stolls know I have this,” Nico smiled, letting Jason gaze upon his treasure.

Jason looked at him quizzically. “How do you intend on cooking it?”

“I’ve got some arrangements with the harpies,” Nico smiled. “Kitchen’s all ours tonight.”

Nico pulled himself to his feet, watching Jason stand beside him.

“Just tonight?” Jason asked.

Nico shuffled his feet. “Yeah, I’ve been planning this for a while,” he said, slightly more bashful than usual. “Why do you think I got vanilla instead of an obviously better flavor?”

It was true, vanilla was Jason’s favorite. While he didn’t appreciate the slight roast from Nico, he did enjoy knowing that not only was he planning for his birthday, but he remembered his favorite flavor.

“Vanilla solos,” Jason corrected.

Nico rolled his eyes, stepping towards the door and slipping on some sandals. Socks and sandals, bold. “You just love being wrong.”

He silently led Jason through winding paths in the dark, secret pathways carved by hungry campers years before them. Why Nico knew of them was anyone’s guess, but Jason could appreciate it.

Once inside the kitchen, Nico flipped on a light, laid out their ingredients, and crossed his arms.

“I’ve never made a box cake before,” Nico said.

“Me neither,” Jason agreed, putting on his glasses to read the back of the box.

The two were oddly connected in that way. They were both so utterly separated from the teenage experience that they got to experience it themselves, together. Jason couldn’t ask for anything better.

Nico hunted down everything they needed and got to work, letting Jason hover over his shoulder.

“This was very nice of you, by the way,” Jason said, attempting very desperately not to blush all too hard as Nico pulled the cake from the oven.

Nico smiled. “It’s the least I could do. You’ve always been a good friend to me.”

Jason was ready to get on his knees and inform Aphrodite that love was, in fact, real. He held off for now, though, and settled on a soft smile.

He watched Nico do his best at icing the cake. He passed the sprinkles to Jason letting him pick his amount of sprinklage as he licked icing from his hands. Jason switched the top to the largest possible opening for the sprinkles, and proceeded to douse the thing.

They cut into it, both deciding it was walking a fine line between the most delicious and most disgusting thing they’d ever had.

Jason couldn’t tell if the cake was just exceptionally good, or if something about the lighting made Nico look quite like his last name wasn’t just a coincidence.

The golden lights above them bathed him far too beautifully. Nico was tanner now, happier than he had been on the Argo. He had vague tan lines that you could see if you squinted at where his bracelets usually laid. His hair curled up into wing shapes, making him look like a harpy himself.

Nico must’ve noticed him staring, as he sat down his plate and looked at Jason quizzically. “What?”

Jason shook his head, shaking himself from his thoughts. Maybe he was tired, maybe the cake was poisoned, but he just couldn’t manage to hold his tongue. “I…I think I’m in love with you?” he said, words falling out of his mouth with the grace of a strangled goose.

Nico sputtered. “I’m sorry?” he said, face getting redder.

Jason only now realized what he had just said, and was utterly mortified. “Sorry. I don’t know why I said that. Act like that didn’t-”

Nico interrupted him swiftly. “No, no. I didn’t mean to say that.” he said, leaning over the table to look at him. “I just mean…are you sure?”

Jason looked more confused than Nico now. He nodded slowly, watching Nico for signs of discomfort.

“Oh,” Nico said quietly. “Oh.”

Jason clicked his tongue. “It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, I totally get it-”

Nico slapped a hand over Jason’s mouth. “I have been flirting with you for the past month. I feel the same. You just surprised me.”

Jason’s face flushed red yet again. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Nico said, shuffling his feet.

Just then, a harpy slammed open the door. “Times up, Di Angelo. We need the kitchen. Go back to your cabins before I tell Chiron.”

Nico groaned, but grabbed Jason quickly and pulled him out, shoving the cake into his arms gently but hard enough to get the point across.

“We’ll talk tomorrow. Happy birthday, Jason,” he said quickly. Even quicker, he pressed a kiss to Jason’s cheek, and promptly shadow traveled away before Jason could say anything.

The harpies practically dog piled Jason, who narrowly escaped punishment from Chiron by offering some cake. Turns out, harpies weren’t too hard to bribe.

That night, as he walked back to his cabin, grinning to himself, he passed the Hades cabin. Inside, he heard the roaring laughter of two Connor and Travis Stoll.

“You kissed Jason Grace?” the voice of Travis hounded.

“You let Jason Grace beat you in Mario Kart?” Connor demanded, followed by angry yelling from Nico.

Jason grinned to himself, and found his way back to his cabin. Maybe he didn’t get a lot of privacy at camp, and maybe he was ok with that. So long as it was Nico, his newly decided boyfriend as of the next day, it was fine by him.

[silverwings22]

Caught in the Crosshairs: Chapter 70: Waiting On the Sky to Change- Starset

Series warnings: Smut, mind control, canon typical violence, childhood trauma, language, chronic illness Chapter warning: aggressive animals, reference to trauma

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Miria’s eyes were closed, her legs folded as she sat on the floor of the cargo hold with the team. Crosshair was standing next to her, fingers curling in her hair as he readied himself for this. Hunter was checking the final readouts, getting the final details sorted. 

Tantiss was almost in sight. 

When Hunter came down the lift, she finally opened her eyes and got to her feet. The last minute meditation was helping, at least. “I think we’re almost there.” He murmured, the four Batchers moving into a tight grouping to talk. 

“The planetary sensors will pick you up on approach.” Rampart huffed. “This is insane. You have to realize it.”

Miria looked at him with a quiet, measured look. “... I am disgusted to admit he has a point.”

“We’ll have to detach before then, and approach on foot.” Hunter nodded. 

“The jungle is dangerous.” Crosshair drawled. 

“Listen to him, if you won’t listen to me.” Rampart complained, rubbing his temples anxiously. The clones and Miria glanced at each other, but ignored him. 

“What about Echo?” Wrecker looked nervous. 

“He’ll figure it out.” Hunter wished he didn’t feel so heartless saying it. He was, of course, worried about Echo. He was always worried about everyone. But right now… he had to focus on the mission. He had to do this for Omega.

“Echo is an ARC trooper, and one of the finest soldiers we’ve ever known.” Miria put her hands on Crosshair and Hunter’s shoulders. Hunter nodded, putting his hand on Wrecker’s shoulder as well to unite them all for this. They had to do this, and they’d never make it without each other. 

Wrecker nodded. Rampart groaned. “Will none of you see reason?!”

“There is no other way. We’re going.” Miria took a slow, steady breath and looked up at the ceiling for a moment. “Get in position and get secure, Rampart. The landing may be… bumpy.” 

He sighed as Wrecker pushed him into a seat, and Crosshair and Hunter went up into the cockpit. 

Master, if you can hear me please watch over us. And… tell Tech we miss him, but we’re not quite ready to come see him. He’ll understand.

She strapped herself next to Rampart with her helmet on. He gave her an unhappy look. “There’s four of you. You can’t seriously believe you’ll be able to take on Tantiss.” 

“We’ll find a way.” She stretched her neck, fingers tight on the security bar. “I am one with the Force and the Force is with me. Haat, ijaat, haa'it.” 

“I have no idea what you just said.” 

“Clearly. It means ‘truth, honor, vision’. I’m not certain those are qualities you possess.”

“Coming out of hyperspace, Miri.” Hunter said in her ear over the former admiral’s offended noises. She’d told herself she would be kind to him. Not that she’d be his friend.

“Good. Brace, Rampart.” She tightened her arms as they lurched out of hyperspace a moment later, only a little pleased he’d smacked his face on his security bar. 

Their ship detached from the one they’d hitched a ride on, their engines engaging once again in the atmosphere of whatever Force-forsaken planet Tantiss was on. “How are we looking, Hunter?” She reached for her harness to come up there.

“Full compliment of air support is coming up on the scanner.”

She frowned, brow furrowed. She didn’t remember there being a lot of air support on Tantiss… it had then them a while to mobilize fighters when they’d escaped the first time. “Crosshair. Check their formation.”

“It’s not a standard patrol formation. They’re expecting us.”

She gritted her teeth. “Shit. Evasive maneuvers and go low in case we take damage.”

“We’re definitely taking damage, cyare.” Crosshair drawled, but they lurched to the side and dropped. Miria could hear laser cannons going off, the shots so close she felt the vibrations inside her teeth. Hunter managed to get them to the tree level, but there was no way the ship was going to make it when she felt a cannon blast hit the wing. “Deflector shields are failing.”

They went into freefall, Hunter spinning them around backwards to shoot at the Imperials on their tail. Miria would have found it far more impressive if she could actually see it, but as it was she was slightly space-sick and Rampart was flailing next to her like a scared reeksa root.

“Guess we’re stealing a shuttle to get out of here.” She gritted her teeth. “Wrecker, get the rappel cables, we’re going down.” 

Rampart blinked. “What does that mean?” 

Wrecker got up and pulled Rampart from his seat. “You don’t want to know.” 

“Autopilot engaged, we’re coming down.” Hunter and Crosshair were already to the lift and coming to her as she got her cable clipped to her belt. 

Crosshair and Wrecker clipped in and jumped out, dangling under the ship as they started to dip and head for the ground. Miria couldn’t look at them, hanging from a line as the ground came rushing at them. Looking like a tooka playtoy on a string, looking like Tech had an instant before he called Plan 99 and left them forever-

Focus. You can’t afford to panic right now.

She made herself meet Crosshair’s helmet as he looked, and he nodded to her comfortingly as he could be before he and Wrecker dropped into the forest. They’d practiced this maneuver before, dropping and rolling. It hurt, but they lived. They always lived.

They had to live.

She clipped in behind Crosshair as Hunter jumped, Rampart balking with terror in his eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding!”

“Would you rather stay as we crash?” Miria sighed. “Come on, I’ll go with you. One. Two. Three!”

He at least took encouragement well, and they jumped together. She dropped far lower, however, as his cable line snagged. The scream he let out was higher than Miria’s own voice, and his heartbroken pleading for them to help him was kind of pathetic.

Miria looked at Hunter and nodded. The sergeant lifted his blaster and fired twice, shooting the cable line until it broke. 

Don’t think about how much this looks like Tech. Don’t think about how you’d trade Rampart in an instant for chance to see Tech again. She had to coach herself, but held it together with only a searing pain lancing across her chest instead of total meltdown.

 Rampart went plummeting, and Miria swung and grabbed his belt, using his own momentum to pull him around and up by her side. He was still screaming hysterically, clinging to her like a terrified child, when she released her line at the same time as Hunter. They dropped into the jungle, rolling into the dirt with bone-jarring tumbles. 

Hunter sat up as soon as he stopped skidding. He could only hear a feminine scream, and headed towards it with his blaster up. “Miri?!” 

If Rampart had hurt her-

He found his little General getting to her feet with Rampart wrapped around her, legs around her waist and arms wrapped around her head in such a way her helmet was squashed into his chest. It wasn’t her screaming… it was Rampart. 

“... You good, Miri?” Hunter slowly lowered his blaster.

“I’m fine. Rampart…. Rampart. Rampart! Stop screaming!” She swatted the former Imperial blindly, catching his shoulder. He shut up so quickly his teeth clicked together. “Much better. Now put your feet on the ground, please. You’re a grown man a foot taller than me. Honestly.”

Chastened, Rampart slowly straightened his legs and let her go. He adjusted his collar, embarrassed. “... thank you.” He mumbled. 

Miria nodded. “This way towards the facility. Crosshair and Wrecker will head that way too.”

Rampart frowned. “How can you tell?” He tried to clear his throat and sound like he wasn’t about to piss his pants just a minute ago. 

“I believe I mentioned I escaped this place once. It leaves a scar on your memory.” She brushed her fingers against her saber hilt at her hip. It left more than scars, she knew that whenever the hand that held hers started to shake or her breathing started to stutter. 

Hunter lifted an arm, gesturing for her to stop, and she put an arm out to stop Rampart. Hunter spin around a large rock, blaster out, and found himself facing Crosshair and Wrecker. The sergeant breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Where’s Miria?” Crosshair demanded immediately.

“Right behind me.” 

“Did, uh, Rampart make it?” Wrecker chuckled. 

“Unfortunately, yes.” Hunter huffed. 

“I can hear you!” Rampart groused, stepping out with Miria as they rejoined the group. “You three really are defective clones.”

“I could hear you screaming in my ear.” Miria said dryly, reaching for Crosshair’s hands. “He sounded like a youngling who saw a spider.”

Crosshair snorted, moving to the rear of formation as she pointed the way. Hunter had the trail, so she could hang back with him. “You alright?” He murmured as they fell into step. 

She nodded, rubbing her chest plate like it would ease her breathing. “Not a fan of you hanging by a cable.”

“Me either, but I don’t think there's any part of this we’re going to like.”

“We’ll like getting Omega and Mayrin. That’s all that matters.” She agreed, stepping close enough their elbows brushed. 

He nodded. Rampart was listening and he knew it, so he didn’t say what he’d already told Wrecker. Omega hadn’t given up on him, and it was because of her that he had Miria back and Mayrin. He owed her more than he could ever repay… but this was a good start.

Miria seemed to understand anyway, and touched his arm gently. “Darasuum.”

He breathed as steadily as he could and shook his right hand out, the two of them staying close together. Rampart, still raw from his own descent into the jungle, eyed them sharply. “What happened?” He muttered to Crosshair. “You used to think good soldiers followed orders.”

“That depends who’s giving them.” The sniper said quietly, helmet turning slightly to look at Miria. Those were the only orders he was ever going to take anymore, he’d promised himself that a long time ago. It should have been the only ones he ever did to begin with, but he couldn’t undo the past. He could only move forward.  “The Empire betrayed both of us.” 

“This isn’t you. You’re only loyal to yourself, just like me.” 

Crosshair gritted his teeth under his helmet. “I changed.” He pushed ahead slightly, thinking Miria would catch up. She instead slowed down until she was even with Rampart.

“You don’t know him.” She said softly, helmet fixed dead ahead on Crosshair’s back. “Don’t pretend that you do.” 

“Maybe you don’t know him as well as you think you do.” He sneered. “Don’t forget it wasn’t too long ago he was taking orders from me.”

“Is that supposed to be a reflection of his character? You took orders from the Emperor, and he had you arrested on live holo and declared responsible for a genocide on Kamino.”

He looked away, unable to look at her scrubbed beskar when she hit him to the core. “That’s not the same.”

“Isn’t it?” Her words hung in the air. “People can change. I would suggest you look into it, or you’ll never survive being the Empire’s enemy. And make no mistake, you are their enemy. It’s your decision if you’re mine.” She jogged ahead to get back to Crosshair, looking up at him. The sniper leaned down quickly, touching his helmet to hers in a gesture Rampart didn’t have to be fluent in Mando’a to understand. 

The paused at a sharp incline, the two former escapees and their brothers taking a moment to figure out their approach. “Climbing’s no good, with dead weight.” Crosshair sneered over his shoulder. 

“It would be too dangerous to come out of the tree cover on this kind of terrain anyway.” Miria waved her hand nebulously towards the sky. “And there are dryax in this jungle. I can sense it, but it feels muted. It’s likely asleep, but by dark it will be active and we need to be in the facility.”

“Nightfall would cover our escape, but there’s already Imperials looking for us from the crash site.” Hunter sighed.

Rampart grumbled and walked to the side to sit down, more than a little chastened and frustrated. He didn't like being out of control, and this constant show of their camaraderie while he was being reminded how much they hated him-

The mossy rock he was leaning on rumbled, and he become horrifically aware that it was breathing. Miria and the clones were looking at him, helmets all fixed and unwavering. 

“Step away. Slowly.” Miria ordered, holding out a hand. “Don’t run.”

He swallowed, terrified again, and inched towards them. When he was close enough, he jumped and spun around. Wrecker immediately smacked a hand over his mouth to keep him from screaming like a little girl again. The rest of them found themselves facing a huge dryax snarling at them.

“Shoot it! Shoot it now!” Rampart batted Wrecker’s hand from his mouth desperately. 

“Blasters will give away our position.” Hunter hissed.

“Damn our position if it eats us!”

“Shut up.” Miria ordered as the dryax started stalking towards them. “Back up slowly, give it ground.”

Rampart disregarded her and took off running, triggering the creature’s prey drive. It knocked Hunter over before he could get his knife into its neck, Crosshair hitting it as hard as he could with the butt of his rifle to keep it from killing his brother. Wrecker took a running leap onto it’s back, trying to get enough of a grip to choke it unconscious. For his trouble, he got thrown and swatted in the chest violently. Sparks danced from his chest plate and he went flying into a tree with a groan. 

“Get him and find Rampart.” Miria ordered sharply, planting herself between the dryax and her men, taking off her helmet to drop it to the ground. Both hands went up, eyes locked onto the lumbering and furious creature. 

Gungi had done it with the kinraths on Kashyyyk. Ventress had done it with the vrathean on Pabu. She wasn’t a padawan on the run, or the former Sith assassin desperately seeking the light. She was Miria Adeline Halcyon. She was a Master on the Jedi High Council. She was a General of Clone Force 99. She was the daughter of rebels and Mandalorians. 

She was the Broken Light.

She felt the Force take flight in her chest like the ice vulture on Baron 4, an indomitable survivor, and she pushed it into the dryax’s brain like a sledgehammer with a single thought.

Stop.

The creature froze, panting and rumbling with its eyes fixed on the woman in front of it, before going down on its belly with a whine. Miria took slow steps forward, letting it watch her, before she crouched and put her hand on its nose. They looked at each other, a silent conversation, before it stuck its tongue out and licked her glove. 

“Good boy.” She breathed, feeling the Force in every breath she took. She wasn’t sure what she’d just unlocked within herself… but something was wide open and running hot. She’d never felt like this, not even when she was on Thule. 

Both she and the dryax looked when she heard blaster fire over her shoulder. “Shall we go check that out?” She asked mildly, and the dryax rumbled, getting up and leading the way with her running after it.

[levi-venn]

My Favorite Meatbag

(Tech & TAY-0)

(w/ special appearance by Crosshair and Egg the Crow from the Cross and Crow series)

Also found on AO3 here

"We're baaaaack!" Omega's voice bounced with her steps as she bolted down the Marauder’s ramp. She was greeted by a crowd of Pabu villagers who responded to her cheer with equal excitement. 

Tech was hoping no one would notice their arrival, yet it sounded like the whole island was present.

"Yeah! Woo! We made it!" Wrecker shouted, shaking the whole ship as he ran down the ramp after Omega.

Tech was still seated on his bunk as he watched Hunter and Echo follow Wrecker. They graciously accepted pats on the back and warm hugs from the villagers as they descended, expressing a level of ease and good humor that eluded Tech on even his most social days.

He wished they had arrived in the dead of night, so that he may sneak off to his assigned quarters, decompress, and then acclimate to this new life on his own schedule. 

"Are you coming?" 

Crosshair stood at the top of the ramp, his newly befriended crow, Egg, sitting on his shoulder. 

Crosshair and Egg gave Tech an intense stare, and they both had a toothpick in their mouth and beak respectively. 

"Not yet," Tech said. “I will be along shortly.”

He wasn't making an excuse, but it was a convenient last errand before he unofficially retired with his siblings.

“Suit yourself,” Crosshair shrugged. “We’re going to the beach. Less people. C’mon, Egg, let’s stretch our wings.”

Tech waited until Crosshair exited the ramp before closing the hatch. Not being interrupted by loud, friendly locals was preferable, especially during this rather delicate procedure.

Tech sat at his work bench and produced a soft cloth bundle from his munitions cache where he had stored the racer droid’s head over a year ago. 

The sudden destruction of TAY-0 was jarring to say the least, and it had felt wrong to leave him behind on Safa Toma to be melted down and turned into who-knows-what.

Tech removed TAY-0’s faceplate, studying the tangled and frayed wires within and seeing a clearer path here than he did in his own future. Beyond the Marauder’s ramp there were too many variables to quantify, but here he still had some semblance of control and he wasn't going to leave the ship until TAY-0 was up and running.

It took twenty minutes longer than he anticipated, but by the time he was done the cacophonous joy outside the ship had dissipated, and was replaced with the crisp sounds of TAY-0’s circuits jolting to life. 

Tech replaced the faceplate just as the three eyes and series of rectangles that shaped the droid’s mouth began to flicker.

“I…regret…nothing!” TAY-0 said, repeating his final words expelled moments after being blown to bits by a fellow riot racer’s pod. 

"Hello," Tech greeted. "How are you feeling?"

“Woo! What a rush!” TAY-0’s triple eyes flashed and his face plate tried to spin, but was blocked by the workbench. He bobbled clumsily across the surface. “Safa Toma’s finest is back, baby! Can’t keep a good TAY-0 dow-…wait…what?! Why can’t I move?!”

Tech picked up the disembodied head. “I’m sorry to have brought you back in such a state, but I wanted to make sure I could restore you, before building you a body.”

TAY-0 flipped his face plate around once. Then twice. Then spun frantically. “Where is my everything, human?!”

Tech adjusted his goggles. “In a scrap pile, I imagine, to be melted down and reused for future Riot Racer repairs.”

"Well, aren't you just a meatbag full of sunshine and confetti? TAY-0's in pain here, human, how about a little sympathy?"

“You don’t have any pain receptors,” Tech said.

“Emotional pain!” TAY-0 said. “TAY-0’s heart is broken, literally and figuratively!”

“It…isn’t ideal, I admit,” Tech said. “Now that we've docked however, I can put together something more mobile for you. I again, apologize for your condition and how long it took me to revive you."

“What do you mean ‘how long’?” TAY-0 balked. “Give it to me straight, doc. How long was TAY-0 out for?”

Tech did a quick calculation, subtracting the two initial attempts to revive TAY-0. “Fourteen standard months, and thirteen days.”

“A whole year?!” TAY-0 cried. “An entire year of my life gone?! What about TAY-0's family, huh?! TAY-0's wife probably ran off with some smarmy R2 unit! Soooo typical."

Tech's eyes narrowed.

"I am not a stranger to sarcasm." Tech said, dryly. This was…partially true. He did miss sarcasm more often than not, but TAY-0’s sarcasm was as thick as Crosshair’s and easily identifiable. 

"Caught on, huh? Fourteen months is nothing," TAY-0 said, cheerfully. “I'm gonna live forever.” His face plate did a 360 turn. "So, when's the next race? You better not have trashed my pod while I was out of commission."

Tech frowned. "There is no race. I don't believe this planet has racing of any kind."

Surprisingly, TAY-0 didn’t have an immediate response. In fact, he looked at Tech with what could be described as a blank expression. “Hey, not to look a gift eopie in the snoot, but why would you bring TAY-0 back if not for racing?"

"I don’t understand the question.”

"My owners bring me out for two things: Racing and Prepping for a Race. If I’ve completed those tasks, boom, TAY-0 is shut down and shoved in a locker until the next race. So what’s the play here? Why bring me out if I’m not useful?”

“I…” Tech blinked. "I was unaware of this arrangement. Did you not have a choice in the matter?"

"Hah, a droid with a choice? Cute, human, real cute. Droids get powered up to make credits for the meatbags, that's just how it is."

"It isn't like this everywhere. Certainly not here."

Again TAY-0 was quiet, tilting his face plate down as though deep in thought. "Okay…so…you still haven't answered my question, human."

"It's not a complicated reason." Tech said. “It bothered me that you were destroyed. I wanted to restore you.”

After a moment, Tech added. “You also call me ‘human’, and I find it fascinating.”

“Okay, wow…well, if calling someone by their species is all the criteria I need for a friendship I’d be much more popular.”

Tech hadn’t mentioned friendship. This was simply a gesture of good will. Nothing more. Probably.

“I am a clone of a human," Tech clarified. "and what’s more, I am a variant clone, an experimental project. As such I grew up being called all manner of things, but never 'human'. My brothers and I have owned the moniker ‘bad batch’, but I do not believe I am ‘bad’. In fact, I feel far superior to regs…regular clones and humans.”

"Huh…"

Tech waited for a snarky reply, mocking him for just the simple pleasure of being considered human.

Surprisingly, all three of TAY-0's eyes dimmed briefly, with some sort of emotion Tech couldn't immediately decipher. 

“TAY-0 knows how lonely it is at the top. It's hard being this good-looking and talented, y’know? Well you probably don’t know, but trust me. Everyone is jealous of me on Safa Toma.”

Tech’s eye twitched. “I see…”

“Well anyway! So you freed TAY-0 and that’s great news and all, but I have a pretty big existential question here, human: TAY-0 is good at racing, right? And if there’s no racing then what am I good at exactly?”

The question struck Tech like clanker shrapnel to the heart. "As it happens, I have been asking that very same question of myself. I was a soldier, then a mercenary of sorts, now…I have a stable home, and no mission. The future is uncertain and it bothers me greatly."

"Same boat, huh? Well, human, you're in luck, because I have an exceptional mind and you're pretty smart, too. We're going to come up with new purposes. Between the two of us we can figure it out, yeah?"

Tech smiled faintly. "Perhaps we can."

“Sooo, where did you bring me, human? Where are TAY-0’s new stomping grounds, assuming you’re going to give me some stomping feet?"

“You may receive treads, but we’ll deal with that later,” Tech said. Holding TAY-0’s head-frame firmly, he went to the cockpit, bringing up a holomap to accompany the rather spectacular view. 

To the East was an uninterrupted landscape of calm ocean, the sapphire waters wearing the golden sunlight like a shimmering cape. 

To the West was home.

“This…is Pabu.”

The single mountainous island was a quiet sentinel in the dreamy sea, rich in natural history, peaceful at times, violent in others. The domestic structures built all over the island seemed to add to the beauty, not tame it, as if the island itself granted permission to let these villagers thrive.

TAY-0 gasped. “Wow…”

Tech’s smile widened, with an unexpected sense of pride.

“...this place is cuuuuuute.”

Tech’s lips thinned. 

“And by cute, I mean tiiiiiny. Did you find this place at the bottom of a mantell mix box? Where are we going to live? In conch shells? Like hermit crabs?! Ahahahaha.”

Tech turned TAY-0’s head frame sharply toward him, cupping the face plate so he couldn’t move, forcing TAY-0 to look directly at Tech in his goggled eyes. 

“When we leave this ship, you are going to behave yourself. You will be gracious. You will be respectful. This island is a safe haven and a carefully guarded secret. Kindness to these very generous people will go a long way if you are to make any friends here.”

“Friends?” TAY-0 asked. He looked…hurt. “But, TAY-0 thought we were friends.”

Another mention of friendship…

…Tech waited for the punchline. 

There wasn’t one. 

TAY-0 looked quietly at Tech as if waiting for a response.

Tech hesitated.“You…don't even know my name,” Tech reasoned.

“Sure I do, human.”

“...it isn’t-”

“It’s not human,” TAY-0 said, quickly. “I know that!”

Tech tilted his head.

“Ah ha, trick question,” TAY-0 ventured. “You don’t have a name.”

“This is not how a friendship starts,” Tech said, not knowing the first thing about cultivating an actual friendship. Though he imagined an exchange of names would be included. “My name is Tec-”

“Tech!" TAY-0 took over. "Your name is Tech. Uh yeah, of course it is, how could TAY-0 forget a name like that. It’s so…” 

Tech frowned.

“...short.”

“Brevity is the spice of life."

“Uh huh, yeah, That's not something TAY-0 will crosstitch on a pillow anytime soon. TAY-0 doesn't do brevity.”

“Obviously.”

“Well, Tech, you’re in luck because it just so happens there's a vacancy for TAY-0’s best friend. You’re it! Congratulations!”

Tech considered this, pressing the edge of his finger to his chin in thought. “I’ve…never had a friend that has elevated me to a ‘best’ status before.”

“Oh yeah? How many friends you got?”

“Apart from my siblings?”

“That…sounds like the number's zero.”

“Correct. It is zero. And how many friends do you-”

“Hey, hey, we’re not talking about TAY-0 here.”

Tech didn't push the issue. 

They were a pair of friendless entities, brilliant and unappreciated though Tech had far more humility regarding how superior he was to others. Naturally.

“Are you ready to go outside?” 

“Wait! One more thing,” TAY-0 said.

Tech held TAY-0 up to his face again. “What is it?”

TAY-0’s eyes flickered, and while the blinking facial expressions were unknowable to Tech, he had the impression that TAY-0 was growing emotional again.

“I’m glad it was you who brought me back, human. Tech. You're my favorite meatbag.”

"Full of sunshine and confetti?"

TAY-0's eyes flashed with apparent mirth.

"Exaaaaactly!" 

Tech snorted a laugh.

And with that, Tech punched the button for the ramp, relieved to find the crowd had indeed dispersed. 

Tech took TAY-0 to the beach where only Crosshair sat, boots beside him as he hid his feet in the sand, watching Egg soar around his new home. 

“This is an ideal stretch for Riot Racing,” TAY-0 said, eyes glowing, face plate spinning enthusiastically.

“As I said before, there is no racing here.”

‘Well, we’ll just have to change that. This island is in dire need of a little TAY-0 style.” 

"This is a peaceful island, TAY-0.”

"Ugh, fine. We’ll have Quiet Racing. Quiet Riot Racing! Hey that could be your name, Texx: The Quiet Riot Racer!"

“It's Tech, and we’ll see.” 

It wasn't a bad nickname. The announcer at the Safa Toma Riot Race seemed disappointed with announcing the winner as just "Tech".

"Or you can continue being the Spectacled Spectator! Your brother loved it.”

“Technically, you’re the one spectating, as that's all you can do currently.”

“Oh haha, you're hilaaaarious, y'know that, bestie?"

"Let's start with 'friend', first," Tech said, sitting on a bench just behind the beach line. He set TAY-0's head beside him so he could also enjoy the view. 

In the distance, Crosshair and Egg tossed a piece of shiny shell back and forth.

"We can revisit our status when you remember my name." Tech decided.

"I haven't forgotten it, human…it's…Ted."

"Tech."

"That's what I said!"

Tech's laugh came out loud and unexpected, a short burst of mirth that was unfamiliar to his own ears. These days mild amusement was most he could conjure as it had been a hard year. A harder several years actually since the Empire took over.

And even before then…when had he felt comfortable enough to laugh?

The sound carried to Crosshair and Egg who both whipped their heads back in equal startlement.

"What's that about?" TAY-0 challenged. "Ol' toothpick over there never heard a human laugh before?"

"Not this…human." Tech felt something loosen in his chest, like an overtightened gear cog finally shaking off the rust of fear and worry and instability. 

He took a deep breath of the salty, fresh air.

He felt very human. 

"Tech…" TAY-0 said, his gaze fixed to the ocean. "Thanks. I mean it. You didn't have to bring me back and you did. TAY-0 doesn't forget kindness like this."

Most likely because few have shown TAY-0 kindness at all, but Tech kept this observation to himself.

He put a hand on TAY-0's head frame as the sun meandered its way towards the horizon. 

"You're welcome, my friend."

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Power Armor Punch Part Fifty

Heyo we made it!!! (Throws a bunch of confetti into the air and blows into a party horn) If you have somehow been keeping up, I salute you.

Masterlist

Lucille: *dead silent. Can barely hear the others over the sound of the ocean already*

Nick: *running diagnostics to see if he can get some mobility back into his face and neck at least. Being stuck like this kind of gets old after a while*

Gardio: *gently resting his arm on Teshteal’s hat*

Teshteal: *the pressure makes him feel a bit better so he’s not complaining*

Jasmine: (Picking at her side wounds while the words “Mistake” and “Pathetic” ring through her head over and over again in her partial trance, blood trickling out onto her fingers. The wind refreshingly blows through her loose hair, but she doesn’t seem to notice while she mutters to herself)

Lucille: *would make idle conversation if anyone joined her in the cabin but she’s alone, steering the ship. Kind of depressing but hey, not the first time everyone else was doing their own thing while she worked*

Teshteal: *smacks her hand away from her side with his tail* Stop that. You’ll lose your strength if you start gushing blood.

Jasmine: (Shrieks then snaps up, blinking as she mutters something under her breath that either directed at herself or Teshteal. She tucks her hands under her legs and goes back to laying her head on her knees, quietly humming a tune)

Teshteal: *keeping an eye on her, now*

Lucille: *already missing the Commonwealth as they near the island. Soft melancholic sigh, remembering the insanity that went on there* At least I can still get the weather satellite on my pipboy… *misses the weather station she calls home, too*

Gardio: *started to doze. Head sags but bobs just a little with the sway of the boat*

Jasmine: (Takes a sip of water from her bottle and pulls out that babydoll style of singing again) “Sing, keep your spirits high. Sing, pass the worry by. Sing, till the day you die. It’s good for ya…” (Takes a deep breath to soothe herself) “Sing, while your debts are made. Sing, till the bills are paid. Sing, don’t you be afraid. It’s good for ya….”

Gardio: *wakes to Jas’s singing but keeps his head low, knowing she’ll probably stop if he acknowledges it. It sounds so sweet and pleasant to the old ghoul*

Lucille: *about to pull into port in Far Harbor*

Jasmine: (It’s an insanely stupid and naive song to sing right now and in general, but she loved it when she was small) “When old gloom come around. You don’t have to frown. It wont mean a thing, just Boopy-Doopy-Doopy-Doo! Boop-Boop-Be-Doop! (Again she can hit the Boop parts perfectly and sweetly) “Sing, make the day seem right. Sing, so you’d be alright. Sing, and with all your might. It’s good for ya.” (Looks at the Island as she finishes her song, tightening her vest around herself. She glances up to the sky, noting that some dark clouds are on the horizon)

Lucille: *cheakily as she safely docks the boat* Land Ho! Thank you for riding the Good Ship Misery! Finest cruise ship in the world.

Gardio: *looks up and cracks a grin at the joke* I want a refund.

Lucille: *laughs* Sorry, transaction laws only stand on land but not so much at sea.

Teshteal: What kinda shady business are you running here?

Lucille: *tilts her head as she ties off the boat* The free kind. Expensive, right?

Gardio: *slings Nick over his shoulder. He’ll get him situated with some help as soon as he’s on land*

Jasmine: (Slowly rises to her feet, glancing at her Dad while doing so. She doesn’t want to be apart from him… She’s not ready yet, her heart is already pounding. Especially when the distance is so far between them on a dangerous island crawling with creatures and God knows what else)

Teshteal: *already scrambling to get off the boat*

Gardio: *simply steps onto the dock*

Lucille: *second to last to leave*

Jasmine: (Jumps onto the dock, looking out past the town and at the Island, noting the thick fog that’s covering post of the land, save for some spots here and there. There’s a small twist in her heart when she remembers something specific about this island…)

Dogmeat: *bumps Jas’s hand affectionately with his head*

Lucille: *already walking into the town*

Gardio: *strolling after his daughter, noting and dodging now terrified glances by the residents- they were happy when they saw Lucille but then everyone else other than Jas came in*

Teshteal: *forced grin- definitely doesn’t like the disgusted looks of the harbor people. Walking’s more exaggerated, too*

Nick: *managed to get some control over his eyes and is looking around* Just keep walking on. Don’t pay them any mind. They’re like this a lot around newcomers*

Jasmine: (Walks up to Teshteal and takes his hand with a gentle squeeze and hum so she doesn’t scare him, narrowing her eyes at Allen Lee who throws an especially mean glare at the group. The glares aren’t probably directed at her, she’s too pretty and innocent looking. But that doesn’t stop her from getting defensive of her family and friends)

Allen: *scoffs* She brought more of them with her… they just get weirder and weirder, too.

Lucille: *growls bitterly*

Teshteal: *nervous laugh but it comes out almost mockingly*

Allen: You mocking me, mainlander freak?! *pulls out his gun*

Teshteal: Oh no, Sir- never, Sir! I would only mock you if it it suits you, Sir! *his tone has defaulted to mockery, too. He’s not trying to but it sure sounds like it*

Allen: *cocks gun* Open your mouth one more FXCKING time, freak-

Jasmine: (Marches right to Allen with her dagger in hand when she hears and sees the threat, easily grabbing his arm and twisting it at an awkward angle so his gun is aimed at the floor while she points her dagger at his neck with her other hand) (Darkly) “Try me, you will see what happens.” (Leans in, pressing the tip of her knife to his chin while she twists his arm further) “They are not the monster you have to worry about, you ever wondered what a skinned human looks like?”

Allen: *pained cry* Help, I’m being attacked by a mainlander-!

Dogmeat: *growls*

Allen: AND HER DOG, TOO!!

Lucille: You wouldn’t be in this position if you didn’t pull out your gun in the first place, Allen. You know that, right? Now why don’t you shut up and go back to peddling your weapons? Or do I need to get Captain Avery out here to settle this?

Allen: Oh, I’ll have a word with Avery- I’ll make sure this is the last time you ever set foot in Far Harbor again-

Dogmeat: *barks at him bitterly*

Avery: What’s going on here? Allen Lee, did you open your blasted mouth again?!

Allen: *suddenly goes absolutely silent*

Lucille: *smirks under her helmet*

Gardio: *just happy this Allen guy isn’t barking like an angry dog anymore. Reminds him of the thugs that would get brought into the precinct shouting and making things worse for themselves*

Jasmine: (Blinks innocently with her big brown eyes piercing back at him, tilting her head while she looks up at Allen like a little kitten and smiles) (Angelically) “Sir, if you are being attacked why do you not just pull away? I am just a little girl, you are twice my size and a well seasoned harborman. Surely you can overtake me if you really wanted to…” (Subtly puts more pressure on his arm while she pouts her lips. He can’t move without hurting no matter how hard he tries, that’s the fun part with toying with him. He looks ridiculous getting overtake by a small girl with a knife)

Allen: *tugs but quickly stops because of the pain* I can’t-

Avery: What do you mean you can’t? You’re telling me you can’t get yourself out of the whole you dug yourself into? With a child, no less? *indignantly* Huh.

Allen: *tries to move Jas’s hand with his own but that presses the knife into his skin* What the fxck- this is a joke, right?! Avery, you’re just going to stand there and let this happen?!

Lucille: Let what happen? The consequences for your actions? All you had to do was keep to yourself. But no. You had to point your gun at my friend, here.

Avery: So that’s what happened? *to Allen* Is that true?

Allen: I was defending myself from a freak of nature-!

Gardio: He only laughed. That’s not a good reason to pull a gun on someone-

Avery: Okay. I’ve heard enough. Allen. Apologize-

Allen: But-

Avery Don’t question me- apologize and back off. We have enough troubles around here as it is without you raising hell. *to Jas* And once he does, let him go. This is sad enough to watch as it is. *crossing her arms*

Jasmine: (Nods her head, again blinking innocently at Allen) “It is not a joke, I will let go if you do what she says and do not bother us again.” (Lowly so the others can’t hear, her hand squeezing enough so there’s a small pop in his arm) “If you do, there will be severe consequences.” (Sweetly while smiling once more, batting her eyes) “Thank you for playing easy on me, though you really seem mad….”

Allen: Kinda hard to hit you when this knife is digging into my skin- *accident tugs on his trapped arm* OW-!

Gardio: We’re waiting, Allen.

Allen: Keep my name out of your mouth you-

Lucille: *murderously now* Hey. You want to die? Cause you couldn’t shut the fxck up and just apologize? Keep going. It’s not just the kid you’ll be facing if you finish that fxcking sentence.

Nick: *doesn’t like the death threat but he can’t do much about it*

Allen: *frustrated* Fine. I’m fxcking sorry! There! Now leave me the hell alone!

Avery: There. Was that so bad…? *to Jas* You can let go now. Hopefully. *glares at Allen for a moment* He won’t be bothering you again.

Jasmine: (Releases Allen and withdraws her knife, watching with seemingly genuine confusion as the harborman tumbles backwards because she was holding him with so much force) “You do not have to be a Drama Queen about it. I am just a little girl, remember?” (Walks off back to her group while still keeping her perception sharp, tossing her curly hair over her shoulders)

Allen: *leaps to his feet and scrambles away in shame*

Avery: Now, what can I do for you, Lucille? What brings you to the island this time?

Lucille: A few things. *tilts her head at Jas* A friend of hers- goes by the name, “Donovan”. Have you heard of him?

Avery: *pauses in thought* Hm…

Jasmine: (Watches Allen leave as she ties a bandanna on the top of her head to help keep it out of her face, turning to Lucille with interest when she hears her mention Donny)

Avery: I think so- does he look like that fellow? *gestures to Gardio* All wrinkly and corpse like? Cause there is a guy who looks like your glowing companion.

Gardio: So a ghoul. Do you know where he lives? If he’s still sane?

Avery: Well last time I saw him he was- it has been a while since he came down for supplies. He lives at the old lighthouse with a very kind woman. Honestly if it weren’t for them, we would have lost a few good souls to the sea.

Nick: Good to hear.

Avery: Huh. Last time we saw each other, Detective, you were on your feet and less… bare?

Nick: System malfunction. Going to get it fixed.

Avery: That explains everything.

Lucille: Let’s get back on track. You said he lives in the lighthouse? Does he run any sort of business out of the lighthouse?

Jasmine: (Standing close to Gardio, but only because she wants to be near Nick to help calm herself. It catches her attention to hear that Donny is living with a kind woman, though she’d be more surprised to hear if he lived alone)

Avery: They fish but lately I’ve heard rumors they’ve been running some sort of farm.

Nick: That sounds like him. We have a source that claims he works on the sea.

Lucille: So, your hunch might be right. Is this where we part ways?

Nick: Might as well. You, Jas, and Dogmeat- check out the lighthouse. Gardio, Teshteal and I will head on to Arcadia.

Lucille: Got it. *to Avery* Thanks for the help, Captain.

Avery: *smiles at her* Anytime, Lucille.

Gardio: *nods with a kind smile at Avery then starts walking to the hull*

Teshteal: *follows him*

Jasmine: (Keeps expressionless and quiet but on the inside shes screaming and panicking as she follows along. She takes out the piece of paper that contains the command words and gives it to Teshteal) (Quietly) “Give it to Nick when he is ready, before I change my mind…” (Points to her head, trying not to cry like a baby that needs her parent. She really rather not split up and wants to go with her Dad instead)

Teshteal: *takes it and nods. He’ll get it to him as soon as he’s fixed*

Gardio: *already outside the hull, glowing a bit more thanks to the fog* Are you coming, officer?

Teshteal: *spins on his heel with a grin, already pocketing the page* Yes sir, chief! *catches up to him and they start walking away*

Lucille: *turns to Jas after waving them off* Ready to go?

Jasmine: (Watches the departing group leave for a long moment before vaguely nodding at Lucille, trying to control her shaking while she pulls her hood over her head but opts out of putting on her mask)

Lucille: *isn’t going to press her about it- but it would be wise to wear it. She starts walking on to the lighthouse, following the route on her pipboy overlay in her helmet*

Dogmeat: *follows Lucille then stops to look at Jas to make she’s coming*

Gardio: *listening to Nick tell him how to get there*

Teshteal: *his horns and tail glow brighter in the fog, too… maybe something to do with the radiation.*

Jasmine: (Not wearing her mask because she can’t fucking breathe properly with how tight her chest is compressing. Nevertheless, she closely and calmly follows along with her hand near her gun and her focus on their surroundings as sharp as she can make it)

Teshteal: *does end up having to kill a couple of trappers along the way. They stick out like a sore thumb in the fog so they attract more attention*

Gardio: *still pretty handy with his pistol despite having to hold a synth*

Lucille: *luckily hasn’t run into anything yet. She keeps an eye out for enemies, though*

Dogmeat: *sticking next to Jas the entire time*

Jasmine: (Resisting the urge to scratch her sides to relieve the stress and pent up emotions, focusing on the scenery and taking deep breaths so she doesn’t faint instead. She’s staying quiet and small so she doesn’t draw attention to their little trio. Overhead the dark clouds have settled in over the island, getting a greenish tint to them)

Lucille: *sighs bitterly* Looks like a rad storm. I wish I could do something about that… probably better if we make a run for it. *considers the satellites but she only pulls that out if it looks really bad*

Teshteal: *having a field day slaughtering gulpers they ran into*

Gardio: *had to set Nick down just to help*

Jasmine: (Quietly) “I will be alright in the storm, but we can run if we need to.”

Lucille: I suggest we run anyway. We’ll get to the lighthouse faster.

Teshteal: Well that was fun. Back on the road, I guess. *stops when he sees Gardio* You okay?

Gardio: *spacing out but snaps out of it* Just a little overloaded on radiation. Give me a moment. *takes in a deep breath and lets out a concentrated burst of radiation through the cracks in his skin*

Teshteal: So radiation still hurts you in a way?

Gardio: It… can overwhelm me. I sometimes get this weird sense of something… *rubs his fingers together as he thinks* Otherworldly pulling at me when I absorb too much. I’d rather it not. I still want to go to Heaven after I die. *wry chuckle as he picks up Nick*

Teshteal: *doesn’t know if he should be concerned for his friend’s sanity or impressed he still ascribes to any religion after living through the bombs*

Jasmine: (Nods her head. She’ll adjust her speed to Lucille’s so she doesn’t end up bolting ahead. It’s actually something she’s good at, you can’t exactly play with other kids who have half your stamina and strength without adjusting, otherwise you just mop the floor with them every time)

Lucille: *breaks into a full sprint, charging forward down the path until she needs to walk again to build up stamina, then it’s another full sprint*

Dogmeat: *chases after them, tongue flopping out of his mouth and flapping in the wind*

Nick: You still believe in that sorta thing, Chapel?

Gardio: I do. Especially now. For so many reasons- especially Lucille. My sweet little Lucille… *smiles remembering a little girl playing with toy cars on the floor of their home*

Teshteal: … She’s so tall. And kind of mean.

Gardio: She… does have her moments. Don’t let that color your judgement. She’s always been a good and helpful kid.

Teshteal: *goes quiet*

Jasmine: (Maintains a good balance of not running too far ahead, slowing down whenever Lucille needs to replenish her stamina. She’s glad they are running now, it helps keeps her mind off everything else, running is what’s she does when she wants to get away from anything too stressful, wether it be physical or mental)

Lucille: *comes up on the lighthouse just as the thunder starts rolling overhead. Soon she’s knocking on the door*

Gardio: *strolling up the hill with Nick over his arms. Not much longer until they’re in Acadia*

DiMA: Hm? *gets out of his chair* Who are you? I don’t believe we’ve met- *notices Nick draped over Gardio’s shoulder like a sack of beans and runs up to the two* Brother? Is that you? What happened??

Gardio: *raises an eyebrow in confusion* Brother…?

Teshteal: *shrugs* I don’t remember if he had one or not-

Nick: I do. DiMA, these two are Gardio Chapel and Teshteal. Old coworkers of mine- or rather the original Nick’s. Either way, they’re friends. I wouldn’t have made it up here without them.

DiMA: Yes- well, you know my policy, Nick. Any friend of yours is-

Nick: Welcome? Yeah. I know. Sorry to cut to the chase but is Faraday around? I’m gonna need some dire maintenence done. I’m stuck in this… safe mode and I can’t move an inch!

DiMA: *confused at first* Faraday-? *nods understandingly* Of course! Of course! He’s in the room just over-

Faraday: *walks in, rubbing his neck* I heard my name. What’s happening…?

Jasmine: (Takes a moment to examine the lighthouse that may be her childhood friends home, glossing over all its details)

The Lighthouse: (Surrounding the main building is large handmade barrier with two exits, one main that the bridge is leading to and off one side that leads down a dirt path. The main gate that they walked through has a sign that reads, “Traders Welcome” is hanging over it. There’s a neat line of turrets rumbling along the guard posts to ward off anything or anyone that crawls out of the fog with malicious intent. The lighthouse itself seems to be well in the process to be restored to completion. Most of the holes in the walls have been patched up either fully or temporarily with layers of tarp and the roof is completely fixed with new shingles. Prewar times there used to be two porches that lead into the home, but now it seems that the inhabitants have turned the left porch into a new separate room by walling it off)

Dog: (Starts barking up a storm from the inside, not aggressively but to alert the household that they have guest)

Ghoul: (Opens the main door after a few minutes and gives a friendly smile at the small group on his porch as he leans on the doorframe. He’s well around six feet tall and sturdy built for the Wasteland, neatly dressed too in quality homemade work clothes. There’s a bandana covering his brown hair that he managed to keep, and a eyepatch is covering his right eye) “Hello! What can I do ya three for?” (For a ghoul, his voice is surprisingly smooth, could very well pass for human if no one took a look at his face)

Dog: (Curiously pokes her nose from behind the ghouls legs, trying to catch a whiff of the newcomers)

Jasmine: (Suppresses a whimper and freezes when she sees him, blinking slowly at the man from the bottom of her hood. Even though he’s a ghoul and so much older from when they were last together…. she can still recognize him. Somehow he still has that same goofy yet mature Donny look to him that she couldn’t miss from a mile away. Ah, he’s even wearing that stupidly dorky orange shirt under his jacket…)

Donovan: (Completely oblivious to the fact that his Rosalinda from years ago is standing right there a few feet in front of him while he stands there to keep the dog from barging out)

Dogmeat: *walks up and timidly sniffs at the other dog with a small wine, trying to get a good read on her*

Lucille: Hi, it’s about to storm and we need a bit of shelter until it passes. Would you mind letting us in until then? *is not about to lead with “Hi I brought an old friend. We don’t know each other so take my word for it!” That would be suspicious as hell*

Nick: Ah! Faraday! Could you help an old synth out?

DiMA: He says he’s in some sort of “safe mode”. Would you be willing to help him?

Gardio: Lucille said you know a thing or two about this stuff-

Faraday: Of course I do. It’s kind of what I do around here.

DiMA: Faraday, you know you do more than that. Why else would I consult you and Chase?

Faraday: *pauses then sighs* I guess you’re right… *to Gardio* Bring him to the back and we’ll get started.

Gardio: *does so*

Donovan: (Smiles even more warmly) “Hiya there pup.” (Steps aside to let the dog behind him out to greet Dogmeat)

Dog: (Borks happily when she’s free to start sniffing everyone with her tail wagging. She goes straight to greeting Dogmeat, her feet tapping with excitement at a new potential puppy playmate)

Donovan: (To Lucille as he gestures inside) Oh yeah, that’s perfectly fine! These storms sure do come in out of-…”

Jasmine: (Reaches up and pulls off her hood while raising her head, looking at Donny straight in the eye to test him. She’s not walking into a strange house with the chance the household will get hostile when Donovan see who she is)

Donovan: (Completely taken off guard by her sudden reveal of piercing amber eyes that bore into his soul, staring at the girl with his mouth partly open) “I- Wha-….” (Stands straight and slowly crosses the porch to the girl, lowering his voice to a whisper) “Rosalinda…?” (Reaches up and cups her cheek with one hand, checking to make sure his eyes aren’t deceiving him)

Jasmine: (Flinches at him coming close and when he touches her face but she doesn’t push him away, just gives a vague nod while she stares up at him expressionless other than a small glint in her eye)

Donovan: (Getting choked up at the realization that his childhood friend who was taken away from her loving family and friends is standing in front of him, over two hundred years since that awful day and the end of the world) “Rosie!” (Pulls her into a tight hug) “Oh my god…”

Jasmine: (Stiffens a little at the hug and looks at the ground. Ignoring the blaring alarms in her head and the tightness/pounding in her chest, she slowly lifts one arm to give him a half hug back, remaining expressionless)

Donovan: (Pulls back after a moment, gently tilting the young girl’s chin up so he can get a better look at her. His eyes roam her face, sensing that something is very wrong with his Rosalinda. She’s not lively, there’s not even a spark in her eyes) (Softly with concern) “Are you alright? What happened to you, Ro-Ro?”

Jasmine: (Drops her hands to her sides, silently shaking her head while she looks to the floor once more. Rain trickles down from the sky a little more, making the reunion more cinematic)

Donovan: (Raises his head to glance over at Lucille, silently asking who she is and why she’s accompanying a very depressed Rosie)

Lucille: Here’s the truth- we actually came here so she can see you. She’s been through hell- probably worse than that.

Dogmeat: *does the playful stretch with his rear to the air and chest to the ground to show he’s game for playing*

Lucille: I know it doesn’t look like it but her adopted father, Nick, has been giving everything he can to take care of her. And I do mean everything. *urgently* Now can we please get out of the rain? It’s not good for her wounds-

Donovan: (Looks up at the rain that’s starting to pour down like crazy, thunder clapping and the wind blowing strong enough to knock down some wimpy branches off trees) “Wounds? Hell? Oh- yes! Of course!”

Jasmine: (Frozen in place with wide eyes, unsure what to do with herself. She can’t even start to think of the right words to say, it’s all mumble jumble in her mind)

Dog: (Bolts back inside the house when the thunder starts)

Donovan: (Takes Jasmine by the shoulders and quickly guides her inside, closing the door behind Lucille and Dogmeat)

Dog: (Shakes herself out, rolling on her back on the mat that’s in the mud room to help dry off)

Ghoul Woman: (Comes in from the kitchen at the sound of new people in her home) “Donny? Who are our guests?” (Glances out the window and at the sky that’s really starting to drum up to a raging radstorm, lightening being added to the chorus) “And in this weather, are you two dearies lost? Do you need to stay somewhere warm and safe for the night?”

Donovan: (Looks at the ghoul lady, then down at Jasmine who’s trembling) “It’s Rosie, Mama… She’s alive, little Rosalinda made it through the bombs…”

Jasmine: (Initially confused because Donny’s mother lived away from Donovan and his father and also didn’t resemble this woman in anyway)

Ma: (Gets a quizzed look on her face while she crosses the large house to the group) “Come again? Rosalinda? Her? Right here?”

Donovan: (Senses Jasmines confusion) “Tía Evelyn, remember? She ran the cafe-…” (Doesn’t get any further because Ma is already standing by them and staring intently at Jas)

Ma: (Recognizes the teen and immediately drops to her knees and starts fretting over her like a mother would as tears well up in her eyes. She cups Jasmines face with both hands and frantically looks over her features) “Oh, oh! Rosita-linda! Baby girl, look at you! You’re so big now, and beautiful! Dear me- you’re wet and freezing!” (Shrugs off her thin cardigan that’s over her house dress and wraps the girl in it, frowning at how small her frame is) “Honey, how long have you been alone out there? You’re so thin and frail now, look at your pale skin. Sweetie, that’s not like you at all…”

Jasmine: (Getting teary with all the confusing emotions that are making her malfunction because of how familiar and kind these two are. But that triggers the alarms in her head, and those aren’t any fun to deal with while she tries to remain expressionless)

Dogmeat: *shakes himself dry as soon as he’s inside the house*

Lucille: Again, hard to believe but she looks a lot better than when Nick found her. *blinks behind her layers of helmet. She’s choosing to stay in her armor until she knows whether or not she’ll have to fight* Does Commonwealth news make it out here? He’s a well known detective there.

Gardio: *reaches the workshop* Why… is there blood on the ground?

Faraday: Because sometimes this doubles as an infirmary. *pats the operating table. Set him here and then we’ll start.

Gardio: *lays nick out on the table*

Faraday: Now let’s see what’s causing all this… *opens Nick up* Oh… that is a LOT of grime. I’m going to need you to shut down so I can safely clean you out. Can you do that, Nick?

Nick: I don’t like it but sure- anything to make me a real boy again. *chuckles at the reference before shutting himself off*

Jasmine: (Completely motionless while she stares up at the two adults, she looks like she’s both terrified out of her mind and confused)

Ma: (Rushes over to a cabinet to pull out several towels) “Ah, maybe so but I’m not so sure. We just settled down here after living down south for the past two hundred years.” (Puts down a pile for Lucille to use on a little table if she chooses to then goes back to Jas, blotting away the water from her hair and arms) (Worriedly) “Pobrecita…”

Jasmine: (Allows her to do this, barely breathing anymore while her heart roars in her ears. She might’ve started swaying if Ma wasn’t holding her shoulders)

Donovan: (Looks to Lucille with interest and maybe a bit skepticism) “But do tell us, you say this Nick character is her adopted father?” (Looks to Jas for confirmation on this claim)

Jasmine: (Not much help while she’s malfunctioning)

Donovan: (Frowns deeply at his childhood friends unnatural behavior, Rosie wouldn’t act like this. And this lady is claiming she was worse off earlier?)

Lucille: Yes. He’s a very kind man. Has a penchant for helping those in need who have no one else to turn to. *holding the towel awkwardly. She supposes she could dry her armor*

Faraday: *steadily working at cleaning out a Nick’s internals, grumbling things here and there*

Donovan: (Narrows his eyes slightly at this brief explanation) “Hm….”

Ma: (Reaches to help Jasmine take off her soaked vest and jacket so she can hang them up on the coatrack to dry) “Princesa….”

Jasmine: (Catches Ma’s wrist to stop her before she can reach the zipper, eyes glistening with tears while her bottom lip trembles) “Do not call me that…. Do not call me by any of that…..”

Donovan: (Goes back to being concerned for the girl) “Rosalinda?” (Steps closer, kneeling down on one knee to examine her while she shakes. He spots the faint strangle marks that are on her neck, fueling his turning thoughts)

Ma: (Softly) “Okay then…..” (Gently unties the bandana from her hair and strokes her damp curls, tucking them behind her ears. When she does this it reveals to them the bruises on her face) “Sweetie, You’re gonna catch your death if you stay in those wet clothes and shoes….” (Exchanges a look with Donovan)

Jasmine: (Swallows a lump in her throat and quickly zips down her wet vest and jacket, holding them in one hand while she kicks off her muddy shoes at light speed)

Donovan: “Whoa whoa, whoa! Slow down Rosie!” (Catches the girl while she sways and almost falls over from being off balanced, holding her by the shoulders while she flinches)

Ma: (Takes the clothes from her, hanging them on the coatrack before she puts Jas’s shoes on its own rack with the other shoes. She bustles over to a small fireplace by the staircase and starts tossing in wood to make a fire to warm up her guests)

Donovan: (Guide’s a trembling Jasmine out of the mudroom to be closer to the fire, glaring back at Lucille to see what she does as he sits Jas down on the sofa)

Lucille: *following them. She’s staying on alert- anyone that friendly and accepting off the bat without needing something in return is always a bit suspicious after roaming the wasteland for a while, specifically those living IN the wasteland and not somewhere like… 88, Goodneighbor, Diamond City, or even the Railroad or Minutemen’s larger settlements* I want to give you more answers, I really do, but I need to know more about you two first… I’ve heard you’ve helped Far Harbor by keeping them safe in dire situations and I can deeply respect that- they’re good people for the most part. Other than that, that’s all I really know about you, so forgive me if I seem on guard, especially for her sake.

Faraday: Does Lucille EVER do any maintenance on him?

Gardio: Wouldn’t know. We only reconnected a couple of days ago.

Faraday: Reconnected?

Gardio: Yes. You heard right. Reconnected- I’m her father.

Faraday: Interesting. You look nothing a like.

Gardio: *sighs* Imagine I have a full beard and all of my hair.

Faraday: … Still don’t see it.

Gardio: And human.

Faraday: Sorry, I can’t seem to picture it. Are you sure you’re her father?

Gardio: Am I sure- Yes! Absolutely sure! I was there when she was born! *tearing up at the memory of the news of his wife passing, then holding little baby Lucille with only a small tuft of purple hair on her head*

Teshteal: *climbs up like a monkey on Gardio’s back then perches on his shoulders with his hands on his hat with a giant false grin* Hey, hoo! Let’s go walk around the observatory! Meet the locals and have some fun! What do you say, big man?

Gardio: *looks up and sees the stupid look on his partner’s face. He almost writes it off as him being immature but the widened pupils and overall pleaful look in his eyes say otherwise. He cracks a grin* Sure, partner. Sure. Let’s leave him to his work.

Teshteal: *cheers* Yay! *bumps his head on the ceiling* OWIE! *crouches back over Gardio’s head and slumps off his back while clutching his own skull* I forgot how tall you are-!

Gardio: *as he leaves with the gremlin* Surprised- you’ve been staring up at me since your first day on the job.

Teshteal: *complains like a child* I couldn’t climb on you, then!

Gardio: *laughs* You could, you just needed help, which I refused to give.

Teshteal: *over-exaggerated pout*

Donovan: (Puts an arm around Jas as he sits next to her, ignoring Lucille for a moment) “Rosie, are you alright? Please, talk to me….”

Jasmine: (Just sitting there with her arms crossed over her chest, lightly rocking herself as she stares at the ground)

Ma: (Looks extremely worried as she rushes off to bring a blanket to wrap the girl in, carefully tucking it around her shoulders. She glances at Lucille, then at Donny, then back at Jazzy)

Donovan: (Glares back up at Lucille, holding Jas a little more protectively) “And we don’t know you, but we know Rosalinda. And our Rosie she doesn’t act this inanimate, not even in the most horrible moments.” (Rubs the girls shoulder, trying to get a sign of life. Last time he saw her, she was kicking and screaming like she was rage and fury itself, now look at her…) “Her mother was a good woman, she’d be rolling in her grave if we allow something-…”

Young Woman: (Opens the back door and steps aside as the wind blows behind her to let in a hoard of (strangely enough) prewar chickens and roosters into the house. In her arms is a large cage that’s filled with little chicks that peep in protest of being held captive) “Oh, we have guests.” (Looks to Donovan, then at the sopping wet flock) “You were suppose to help me, now they are all wet.”

Donovan: (Apologetic grimace) “Sorry Joyce, I was greeting our guests.”

Ma: (Sighs at all the mud and water the chickens are tracking in, cracking a small smile when when comes up to affectionately nuzzle by her legs) “We need to fix that coop.”

Joyce: (Momentarily sets down the cage of baby chicks and claps her hands, rounding up the flock into one temporary gated area in the living room by shooing them into place with a broom)

Jasmine: (Stares at the flock with wide eyes, getting more confused and overwhelmed)

Lucille: Aww… I haven’t seen prewar baby chicks in so long. Poor little guys… *realizes she’s getting distracted by the tiny chicks in the cage then back to Donny* You want to know my story? Fine. I was a lawyer before the war. I had a family with my best friend- a family I never knew I could have. I won’t bore you with the details, but… *sadly* They’re all dead. Died after the bombs- by one means or another.

Dogmeat: *sniffing at the chickens*

Lucille: *crosses her arms* I still miss when Diamond City was Fenway Park. When the subway lines were used for trains and not raider dens. I used to take them to and from classes at Cainbridge when I lived in Boston. Honestly, if I’m right, this whole island used to be a national park. *points at the floor of the lighthouse* I was frozen for 200 years- even now it still feels like yesterday when cows had one head and all their fur.

Dogmeat: *sensing her sadness, he trots over to Lucille and rubs his head against her leg*

Lucille: *smiles beneath her helmet and pats his head lovingly* Hey boy… *back again to Donovan* As for her being this way? Blame the people that took her, not me. They’re the ones that hurt her and broke her in unimaginable ways. They’re the ones who made eating- a basic necessity for survival- difficult for her and anyone trying to help her. I’m just fulfilling a promise to her father to get her here as safely as I can.

Dogmeat: *affirming bark*

Donovan: (Listens to Lucille’s story with his lips pressed into a thin line when he hears about her family and recount on how things used to be) “So you’re prewar, huh….” (Looks back down at Jas, holding her closer to his side) “And I’ll assume you both had been frozen to be able get here into the future.”

Ma: (Staring at Lucille with interest as she puts more wood into the fire) “And you say that you know people took Rosie. What do you mean by they “broke her”, is that why she’s not speaking to us?” (Rises back to her feet, again tucking the blanket around the girl to help her feel more secure) “What did they do to you, sweetheart?”

Jasmine: (Whimpers softly when she’s reminded of that terrible place, pulling up her knees to her face)

Donovan: (Doesn’t look that convinced, but he’s more worried about Jasmine at the moment. She’s a mere shattered fragment of the bright optimistic girl that he, Ma, her family, and friends adored so much)

Dog: (Proudly showing off to Dogmeat her collection of chew toys and soft dog bed that’s placed right by the fireplace, tossing a stuffed duck into the air)

Dogmeat: *runs up and again does the play stretch after seeing a toy tossed by the other dog. Playful bark*

Lucille: *sees Jas tense up at the mention of the vault. Finally decides to let her guard down due to how earnestly they’re trying to take care of the girl* Probably better if I wrote it down for her sake. Just mentioning that place probably caused a rush of traumatic memories to resurface for her, now. *pulls out a pen and paper from her bag and writes*

The note: “They broke her in every way possible- stripped her of her identity. They experimented on her, forced her to kill innocents, assaulted her- physically and sexually-, probably poisoned her food, and so much more. It was all to make the perfect soldier. The perfect weapon. The only reason I know any of this is because Nick’s been trying to figure out her past so he can better help her. He’s dived into her memories because she won’t talk about it openly and couldn’t at the time. That sounds like a breach of privacy- and in most cases it would be- but she was shutting down to the point it was life threatening.”

Lucille: *decided it would be best to leave out the events that put Jas in that state in the first place. That’s not important right now, especially with them being so on guard around her*

Gardio: *Stops by Aster’s lab* Oh, hello. This is a nice horticulture lab.

Aster: Oh- thank you! It certainly gives me something to do around boring old Acadia.

Gardio: Come on, surely there’s other things that happen here.

Aster: There is but there’s not much to it. Some of us take up fixing things, others run the shop. I, as you see, grow and experiment on plants! *soft chuckle*

Gardio: So no art? Self expression of any sort? Is it prohibited here?

Teshteal: Does DiMA not like fun?

Aster: No- we just… haven’t figured out how to express ourselves beyond what we know how to do. It might be a few years before some of us break out of our old habits, you know?

Gardio: Ah. I see. *looks around at the plants*

Teshteal: *decides to eat a bloodleaf*

Dog: (Tosses the toy up in the air and over to Dogmeat, willing to share if he wants to play with her)

Dogmeat: *catches it and goes absolutely ham biting it and shaking the toy violently as dogs do. Playfully growls and pins the duck while tugging at its body*

Ma: (Takes the not from Lucille first and her entire face breaks into one of pure horror when she reads the note. She just stands there in shock, eyes watering when she thinks of the bubbly little girl who used to pop her cute head into her cafe with that beautiful smile she always had on) “Dear Lord above….”

Donovan: (Hasn’t read it yet) “Huh, what is it?” (Takes the note from her frozen fingers, quickly glossing over it. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls Jazzy close to his chest with both of his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head)

Jasmine: (Blinking slowly as she’s held, biting her tongue as her brain starts to sort itself out)

Joyce: (Silent as she watches the scene unfold, still holding the cage of chicks while she looks at her two friends grim reactions. She has no idea what’s going on, or who Jas and Lucille are, or if she should just back out of the room)

Fishermen: (Comes in from the door that leads to the lighthouse with a hearty laugh, stopping dead in his tracks when he reads the room) “Uh, is this a bad time?”

Ma: (Rises to her feet, plastering on a forced smile) “No, it’s fine. The soup is almost ready, you boys up there must be hungry.” (Rushes off to the kitchen mainly to calm down, wiping tears off her face. She motions to the fisherman to quickly follow her into the kitchen, to which he obeys wordlessly)

Lucille: I believe Nick hoped seeing you would help her open up. Maybe even bring some of the kid you used to know back, even just a little. He can only do so much…

Gardio: Say- have you considered making paints from the plants? You could make murals to liven the place up. *smiles kindly at her*

Aster: I… you know, I never thought about that. People used to use plants as dyes all the time. *nods* Thanks for the idea. *smiles* Maybe I can capture the beauty the aster used to have in a painting.

Gardio: There you go! Perhaps you’ll inspire others to make paintings!

Teshteal: You could paint stuff on wood and sell them to settlements!

Gardio: You’d be able to use trade for diplomatic purposes, build report among the other island residents.

Aster: Oh- I wouldn’t want to usurp DiMA when it comes to handling that.

Gardio: Who said you’d be handing those matters? Others would be making art, too.

Aster: Ah. Good point.

Dog: (Barks happily and starts playing with the other pup a game of keep away)

Donovan: (Speechless at the moment, wondering how severe and downright evil her situation was in order to get Rosalinda of all people to break down like this. God, he doesn’t even want to start imagining the possibilities)

Jasmine: (Blinks as she starts to catch up with all that happened and gets over the initial shock, the burning question that has been driving her crazy in her head for a years coming back. She pulls back from Donovan with more life in her eyes as she stares up at him)

Donovan: (Look down at her and notices this, opening his mouth to say something)

Jasmine: (Bluntly before he can speak) “What happened to them?”

Ma: (Raises her head at the sound of the girls voice and rushes back over to the living room, immediately knowing what she’s asking)

Donovan: (Only stares at the girl when she finally speaks and asks the question, straightening up) “What-?”

Jasmine: (Repeating herself, staring him down with kitten fire) “What happened to them?”

Donovan: (Sighs and shakes his head sadly, thinking of the right words to say to the delicate girl while still processing the contents of the note) “Rosie, hold on a moment-…”

Ma: (Leans on the wall that divides the living room from the dining room, tears on her face as she watches the teen)

Jasmine: (Firmly takes ahold of his wrist, pulling him closer) “They did not die during or after the bombs, I saw their graves. You know what happened to them, so tell me.”

Donovan: (Exchanges a glance with Ma, taken aback by her sudden burst of kitten fire. Still, this feels a little off from her prewar attitude, she still seems petrified about something)

Jasmine: (Quivers a little) “Please, I need to know. I could not figure it out and it has been so long….”

Donovan: (Heavy sigh as he taps his fingers on his knees) “You wanna talk somewhere else?” (Gestures around the crowded and chicken infested living space) “We can go to the attic, we’ve built a sitting area up there.” (Knows what he’s going to say will make her rightfully upset, but once Rosie wants to know something there’s no stopping her…)

Jasmine: (Studies him for a bit, trying to control her trembling as she swallows) “Fine.” (Release his wrist, glancing at her shaking hands as she stands and turns to the staircase)

Donovan: (Also stands to go with her)

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10. Cybage

Cybage is a technology consulting and product engineering company headquartered in Pune, India. Established in 1995, Cybage has grown to become a global organization with a presence in multiple countries. The company offers a range of services, including web development, software development, quality assurance, digital solutions and IT consulting.

Cybage provides comprehensive web development solutions to its clients. They have a team of skilled professionals who are proficient in various programming languages, frameworks and technologies. Their web development services encompass front-end and back-end development, web application development, e-commerce platforms, content management systems and mobile-responsive websites.

Cybage focuses on delivering customer-centric web development solutions. They collaborate closely with their clients to understand their specific business requirements, goals and target audience. This enables them to create customized web solutions that meet the clients' unique needs, enhance user experience and drive business growth.

The company serves clients across diverse industries, including healthcare, retail, e-commerce, banking and finance and more. They leverage their industry knowledge and domain expertise to provide web solutions that address the unique challenges and requirements of each industry.

Cybage emphasizes the use of emerging technologies in their web development services. They incorporate artificial intelligence, machine learning, cloud computing, blockchain and other innovative technologies to enhance the functionality, scalability and security of the web solutions they deliver.

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Find Your Perfect Match: The Best Matrimony Site in India

Table of Contents :- Introduction:- The Importance of Choosing the Right Matrimony Site Top Features to Look for in a Matrimony Site Competitor Analysis: Comparison of Leading Matrimony Platforms in India How to Make the Most of Your Matrimony Profile Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) What is the best matrimony site in India? How can I create an impressive matrimony profile? Is it safe to use online matrimony platforms? What makes a matrimony site stand out from the rest? Conclusion About the Author Request to Hire on Upwork Support the Author: Buy Me a Coffee

Introduction https://www.jainshadimilan.com/ visit now for more information . In the fast-paced world we live in, finding a life partner can be a challenging task. However, thanks to the digital age, online matrimony sites have become a popular and convenient way to meet potential matches. This article aims to guide you through the process of selecting the best matrimony site in India to help you find your perfect match.

The Importance of Choosing the Right Matrimony Site Selecting the right matrimony site is crucial as it significantly impacts your chances of finding a compatible life partner. With numerous platforms available, it's essential to consider factors like user base, privacy policies, search filters, and success stories. A reputable site can simplify your search and connect you with like-minded individuals who share your values and aspirations.

Top Features to Look for in a Matrimony Site 3.1 User-Friendly Interface An excellent matrimony site should have a user-friendly interface to ensure a smooth browsing experience. Easy navigation, simple registration process, and clear profile layouts are essential features to consider.

3.2 Advanced Search Filters The finest matrimonial platform will provide cutting-edge search filters, enabling you to refine your search based on diverse criteria such as age, education, profession, and more. This feature enhances the precision of your search results.

3.3 Privacy and Security Your privacy and security should be a top priority when choosing a matrimony site. Look for platforms that verify profiles, offer secure communication channels, and allow you to control the visibility of your personal information.

3.4 Mobile App Availability In today's mobile-driven world, having a mobile app is a huge advantage. A matrimony site with a mobile app allows you to stay connected and search for matches on the go.

3.5 Success Stories and Testimonials Reputable matrimony sites showcase their success stories and testimonials from happy couples. These stories can give you confidence in the platform's ability to help you find your life partner.

Competitor Analysis: Comparison of Leading Matrimony Platforms in India To assist you in making an informed decision, we have conducted a thorough competitor analysis of the leading matrimony platforms in India. We compared their features, user feedback, success rates, and overall user experience. Here are our top three picks:

MatchFinder: With a vast user base and a robust search algorithm, MatchFinder offers an impressive array of profiles to choose from. Their strict verification process ensures genuine profiles, and the platform is known for its excellent privacy measures.

LoveConnect: LoveConnect stands out for its intuitive interface and extensive search filters. The platform also provides personalized matchmaking services and has received praise for its exceptional customer support.

SoulMatesIndia: SoulMatesIndia is renowned for its success stories and boasts a high success rate in bringing together compatible couples. Their mobile app and user-friendly website make it convenient for users to find their ideal partners.

Remember that the best matrimony site for you depends on your preferences and needs. Take the time to explore each platform and consider your compatibility with the site's features.

How to Make the Most of Your Matrimony Profile Creating an impressive matrimony profile is vital to attract potential matches. Follow these tips to make the most of your profile:

Be Genuine: Provide accurate and honest information about yourself and your expectations from a partner. Choose the Right Photos: Use clear and recent photos that showcase your personality. Write a Compelling Bio: Craft an engaging bio that reflects your interests, values, and aspirations. Be Proactive: Take the initiative to connect with compatible profiles and respond to messages promptly.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) 6.1 What is the best matrimony site in India? The best matrimony site in India varies for each individual, as it depends on personal preferences and requirements. It's essential to explore different platforms and select one that aligns with your needs.

6.2 How can I create an impressive matrimony profile? To create an impressive matrimony profile, be honest, and highlight your strengths. Use clear and attractive photos, write an engaging bio, and be proactive in initiating conversations with potential matches.

6.3 Is it safe to use online matrimony platforms? Reputable matrimony sites employ strict security measures to ensure the safety of their users. However, it's essential to practice caution, avoid sharing sensitive information, and report any suspicious activity.

6.4 What makes a matrimony site stand out from the rest? A matrimony site stands out when it offers a user-friendly interface, advanced search filters, excellent privacy and security measures, and success stories that showcase their ability to bring together compatible couples.

Conclusion Finding your perfect match is a significant life decision, and choosing the right matrimony site can make the process more efficient and enjoyable. Consider your preferences, research different platforms, and make an informed choice.

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Stella Kola — S-T (Fountain Flight)

Stella Kola by Stella Kola

“November” wheels out of the mesh with a brash assurance, swaggering with layered stringed parts, sashaying on twangy blues-folk licks and surging with a gorgeous, all-hands chorus. The most mobile and agitated of these cuts, it hugs the curves and fills the rafters. If it sounds a little P.G. Six-ish, that’s because Mr. Gubler is sitting in. And if it resembles an amalgam of Western Mass acid folk’s finest, well, it should. Beverly Ketch, who sings, hails from the twee folk Bunwinkies. Rob Thomas from Sunburned Hand of the Man plays one of several guitars, as does Jeremy Pisani (also Sunburned) and Willie Lane. Willie Lane’s sometime recording partner Wednesday Knudsen is on hand for flute and saxophone flourishes, while Jen Gelineau fills in the cracks with thick swathes of violin. Stella Kola is not a person, but rather an idea of a music that runs from Vashti Bunyan’s breathy purity to the Incredible String Band’s raucous multi-cultured reels.

These are fragile, delicate melodies, built out to density with luminous textures of sustained sound. Even bare, as in the opener, “Rosa,” the mix of Ketch’s charming, unfussy soprano and clear, resonant acoustic guitar, casts a hypnotic spell. When flute, synths and maybe strings swoon in midway, it doesn’t obscure the precision, merely buoys it up on a tidal swell of sensation. “Epiphany” slants blues-ward, its driving guitar melody recalling axe-men like Richard Farina or Richard Thompson, its skittering rhythm pushing things onward. And “Free Afternoon” with its blowsy sax and breezy air, hardly sounds folk at all; more like the Brit pop revivals of the Essex Green.

Ketch writes her lyrics in vivid, surrealist terms, flashing tarot card imagery of towers and ladies, queens and quests that are, somehow, not archaic at all, but fresh as flowers. There’s even a cut called “Tarot Song,” with clockwork picking and wavery organ drones, but it is full of light and breath and life. Folk music—and even folk revival—can be a musty genre, but Stella Kola blows a flower scented breeze through traditional forms. Whether you like the oldsters like Pentangle and Fairport, or the younger crew like Meg Baird and Red River Dialect, Stella Kola will fit the bill.

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Episode 38: Char and Sayla

we going to get some resolution to the char and sayla stuff?

ok, we're doing submarine warfare in space now

char is really nice to lalah, it's weirding me out

is mirai also a newtype? or is her knowing amuro's alright just a 'woman's intuition' thing

'that was a red mobile suit, it could have been char!' have we seen any other red mobile suits, or is it just char? like, i'm sure there are others, but i think there's a point where you just assume anything red is char and treat it accordingly

i love that being a newtype basically just means you have spidey-sense

char knows amuro's a newtype, but he doesn't know who amuro is

this is a really good setpiece, with char shooting from a distance and amuro dodging and trying to figure out where it's coming from

is that the first time amuro's deflected anything with the beam saber?

the beam saber does basically nothing to the geloog, which is pretty clearly a better suit than the gundam

the gundam just can't keep up, though it got in a pretty good hit, making char retreat yet again

sayla singlehandedly taking on everyone, you love to see it

not much to say here. the white base is cleaning house, and it's not too interesting

wait is this guy the guy from episode 4 who was going to have them all court martialed?

fraw bow's worried, and very clearly out of it

bright having her go visit hayato is a good way to make things simpler for everyone

oh shit, char and sayla are going to finally talk

and her mic is still on while they talk? good stuff

sayla: 'look at you MY BROTHER CHAR AZNABLE, joining the military to KILL THE ZABIS' bright: [furiously taking notes]

new newtype lore just dropped

so char's getting revenge on the zabis, but agrees with them on everything other than the hunting down and killing his family stuff?

so sayla knew about newtypes the whole time?

i don't see what the mask has to do with him discarding his past, but whatever

bright's taking this pretty well all things considered

amuro: i've never seen a machine like that... amuro: [looks into the desert. no machines visible] amuro: ah! it's a white base buggy!

so was bright the only one who heard that, or what?

glad they've gotten picked up after the battle, ready for the next one

rip wakkein i guess

ok, so this is money for sayla? put it into supplies, or something. idk how much it is

bright: 'so this letter is for you. you know who it's from?' sayla: 'yeah' bright: ...

glad sayla's just being honest when asked

bright just has to deal with the red comet sending one of his finest officers the briefcase from pulp fiction. i guess he probably knows most of what's up because he overheard that talk, but still. can't be easy!

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Family Hand Casting: A Timeless Keepsake from Impressions Forever

There’s a unique, heartwarming way to preserve the bond between family members that transcends time and space: family hand casting. This beautiful art form, offered by companies like Impressions Forever, captures the intricate details of your family’s hands in a lasting impression. Whether it’s a parent and child holding hands, or a multi-generational cast, the results are nothing short of magical—a tangible reminder of connection, love, and shared memories.

What is Family Hand Casting?

Family hand casting involves creating a detailed, three-dimensional mold of the hands of one or more family members. This process is done by gently pressing hands into a special moldable material that picks up every fingerprint, wrinkle, and line, capturing the unique qualities of each hand. Once the mold is made, it is cast in a durable material, often clay or a form of resin, to create a lasting impression that can be painted, personalized, and displayed.

Impressions Forever is one such company that specializes in this deeply sentimental art. With their expertise and commitment to quality, they help families create personalized and beautiful hand castings that are not just keepsakes, but works of art.

Why Choose Family Hand Casting?

Preserve Precious MemoriesLife moves fast, and children grow up so quickly. Family hand casting offers a way to freeze a moment in time—whether it’s a baby’s tiny hand, a child’s growing fingers, or the hands of grandparents who may be far away. It’s a heartfelt reminder of how family bonds evolve over the years.

Celebrating ConnectionA hand casting is not just about hands; it’s about the connection between people. Whether it's a couple holding hands, a parent and child linking fingers, or even a family of five standing together, a hand casting serves as a visual representation of the unity, support, and love that binds a family together.

A Personalized Art PieceFamily hand casts are more than just keepsakes—they are unique pieces of art that tell the story of your family. Customization options allow you to select from different finishes, colors, and sizes, making the casting a perfect match for your home decor.

Great for All AgesFamily hand casting is an art form suitable for all ages, from newborns to grandparents. Even those with mobility issues or limited hand dexterity can participate, as the process is gentle and accommodating. The final product is a beautiful, timeless memento for people of all generations.

Perfect for Special OccasionsThese hand castings make incredible gifts for special occasions such as anniversaries, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, or birthdays. They also serve as meaningful commemorations for milestones, like the birth of a child, or the coming together of families.

The Process of Family Hand Casting

The process for creating a family hand casting with Impressions Forever is straightforward, but filled with care and precision.

ConsultationThe journey begins with a consultation, either in person or virtually, to discuss your vision for the casting. Whether you want a simple hand-in-hand pose or a more elaborate family grouping, the team at Impressions Forever works with you to bring your idea to life.

MoldingThe molding process is safe, non-invasive, and gentle. Each family member’s hand is carefully placed into a special moldable material that captures the finest details. The team at Impressions Forever ensures that the process is smooth and comfortable, taking extra care with babies and elderly members.

CastingAfter the mold has set, it is transformed into a lasting piece of art, typically made from clay, resin, or other durable materials. The team at Impressions Forever meticulously finishes the casting, ensuring every detail—from creases to fingerprints—is preserved.

Finishing TouchesOnce the casting is complete, the final step is customization. You can choose from a variety of finishes—whether you prefer a polished, natural look or a painted and engraved design to commemorate a name, date, or special message. The casting is then sealed to ensure longevity, allowing you to enjoy the piece for many years to come.

Displaying Your Family Hand Casting

A family hand cast is meant to be displayed proudly in your home as a cherished family heirloom. These castings are highly customizable, meaning they can fit perfectly with any interior style, from modern and minimalist to rustic and vintage. Whether displayed on a mantelpiece, hanging on a wall, or set on a console table, a hand casting serves as both a conversation piece and a deeply meaningful reminder of family love.

Here are a few ideas on how to display your family hand casting:

On a Shelf or Mantelpiece: A perfect way to showcase the cast, allowing it to catch the light and highlight the intricate details.

As Wall Art: A shadow box or floating frame can be used to display the cast on a wall, making it a striking and personal piece of decor.

In a Family Room or Entryway: A great location to display a family hand casting, where all members of the household and visitors can see and appreciate it.

Conclusion: A Lasting Legacy of Love

Family hand casting is more than just a keepsake; it’s a legacy. As your family grows, expands, and evolves, your hand casting remains a physical representation of the love and connection you share. Companies like Impressions Forever are there to help you capture that moment in time and turn it into something truly special—a piece of art that will be cherished for generations to come.

So, whether you are looking for a meaningful gift, a unique way to commemorate a milestone, or simply a way to celebrate your family, family hand casting is a beautiful and lasting choice. It’s a timeless art that speaks volumes about the bond that unites your family, today and for years into the future.

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The Best Software Development Companies of 2025

To remain competitive in contemporary dynamic digital market, organizations from all sectors rely on the top custom software development companies. Either you're an emerging company wanting to gain your name in the possibility or a huge corporation contemplating expanding operations, choosing the proper software development business is a critical choice. 

Customized software development services will continue to expand in 2025, with a few of the big businesses at the forefront. The article delves into the finest software development companies, such as Magneto IT Solutions, as well as their main competitors.

Why Choose a Custom Software Development Agency?

A custom software development firm  provides numerous benefits. These include:

Tailor-made solution: According to the needs of each business, they are flexible and scalable.

Improve Effectiveness: Reduce the inefficiency of your business and automate manual efforts, to ensure higher efficiency.

Latest developments involving technological expertise such as AI, blockchain, IoT, and machine learning.

Long-term Cost Benefits: Removes recurring licensing fees, thus offering better ROI.

When businesses are in search of innovation and agility, the leaders are those software development companies who provide excellent results.

Best Custom Software Development Companies in 2025

Magneto IT Solutions

Magneto is one of the biggest software service providers. It is a famous name in the world of advanced software and innovation. With over fourteen years of expertise in custom software development, they are here to transform your current business process, it includes custom software solutions for a variety of sectors, including online retail, mobile app development, and much more.

Key Highlights

Experience in developing scalable, user-friendly, and secure software meeting client requirements.

Dedicated teams of top custom software developers available for round-the-clock support and smooth project execution.

Diverse portfolio of completed works with worldwide clients.

Why Pick Magneto IT Solutions?

Combining expertise in technical services, with a focus on customers, the company believes in innovation, positioning them as a trusted company in enterprise software development.

Key Competitors of Magneto IT Solutions

Magneto IT Solutions stands exceptional in their field; however, there are several other well-known companies that are performing exceptionally in 2025.

1. Iflexion

It is providing fully-tailored software development, ensuring enterprise-grade solutions.

Expertise includes AI-driven software, cloud computing, and data analytics.

Known for delivering robust and innovative digital transformation services.

2. Intellectsoft

This is a versatile software development company for mid-sized and large enterprises with an aim to deliver tailored solutions to its clients.

Specializes in IoT, blockchain, and cloud-native app development.

Trusted by its clients for creating impactful, scalable, and future-proof software.

3. ScienceSoft

ScienceSoft is a pioneer firm in custom software development services with over three decades of experience.

Customer-centric solutions to healthcare, retail, and telecoms.

Focused on data-driven software for the operation.

4. ValueCoders

Software development using agile methodologies with the dedicated model of outsourcing.

Solution that is not only cost-effective but also technologically advanced

Helping global clients who are mobile, web apps, and enterprise software

5. Oxagile

Delivers Custom Software Development and development in the domains of EdTech, Digital Advertising and Media.

AI, machine learning, and analytics are integrated into solutions.

Improves user experience and operational workflows.

How to Select the Best Software Development Company

The best software development company for your business is selected through:

Expertise Evaluation: The company should have experience in your industry or niche.

Technology Stack: Ensure they are proficient in the technologies that apply to your project, such as AI, IoT, or blockchain.

Scalability: Select a partner that can support your business growth.

Client Reviews: Read client testimonials, ratings, and case studies to know about their client satisfaction.

Support Services: Check their post-development support and maintenance services.

All these will assure you that you are working with the right company that matches your purpose and achieves success.

Magneto IT Solutions: The Standout Option

Despite the stiff competition, Magneto IT Solutions is one of the top players in 2025. Its successful accomplishments, inventive approach, and customer-first strategies provide it an edge over its competitors. Magneto's ability in custom software development ensures clients obtain services which are suited to their specific requirements, allowing customers to succeed in unparalleled efficiency and agility.

Final Thoughts

The software development landscape in 2025 is dynamic, where companies such as Magneto IT Solutions and competitors are pushing innovation boundaries.Either you need a custom ERP system, an extensible mobile app, or innovative eCommerce solutions, working with a leading software development partner to bring your idea to life.

If you're ready to innovate and scale, start with Magneto IT Solutions, a brand that defines excellence in custom software development services.

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Goat Simulator Remastered announced for PS5, Xbox Series, and PC - Gematsu

Coffee Stain Publishing and developers Coffee Stain Studios, Coffee Stain North, and Deep Silver FISHLABS have announced Goat Simulator Remastered for PlayStation 5, Xbox Series, and PC (Steam, Epic Games Store, Microsoft Store). It will launch in 2024.

“Get ready to be transported back to 2014, where times were simpler and everyone just wanted to be a Goat,” said Coffee Stain Publishing producer Joel Rydholm in a press release. “Goat Simulator Remastered is launching during the 10th anniversary of the original game, and we’re so excited to celebrate by bringing back the inspiration behind both Goat Simulator 2 and Goat Simulator 3, giving fans an opportunity to re-experience beloved goat-fueled memories with glorious new graphics and improvements.”

Here is an overview of the game, via Coffee Stain Publishing:

About

Goat Simulator Remastered is the latest in goat simulation technology. Your favorite chaotic sandbox is back and more beautiful than ever, with updated graphics, every downloadable content, and more bugs that you can shake a goat at. WASD to rewrite history. Your goal? Chaos! Your muse? Pilgor the goat! If you’ve had your horns in the sand for the last 10 years, Goat Simulator is a game about causing as much destruction as you possibly can, as a goat. Headbutt, backflip and ragdoll your way around each level to earn points, and come up with creative ways to ruin an NPC’s day. Goat Simulator Remastered is the remaster no one asked for. It comes with everything you loved about the original game and more, with new and improved visuals, updated textures, shiny new lighting, and some brand-new foliage showing off the finest in advanced goat simulation technology. We’ve also completely reworked Mutators, allowing you to pick and choose whichever “goat” you desire from a handy in-game menu. You just have to catch them all first!

The remaster also includes every downloadable content from the PC version, and one of our favorites from the mobile version, including:

“GoatVille” – The Big Apple of Goat Simulator, as some would say…

“Goat City Bay” – The coastal jewel of northern GoatAsia.

“Goat MMO” – A fantasy adventure across lands unknown.

“Goat Z” – Can you survive the apocalypse?

“PAYDAY” – Gather your crew and prepare for a heist!

“Waste Of Space” – Explore the outer reaches of space and see what popular sci-fi references lie within…

“Buck to School” – From Goat Simulator Mobile, GoatVille high has a new jock in town.

There are also less exciting new things, like general optimization and bug fixing—but we promise we mainly fixed the boring ones.

Key Features

You can be a goat… again.

No really, that’s still the main selling point.

A brand spanking new mutator menu that lets you mix and match goats to your heart’s content—if your contentment means abominations.

As buggy as you remember—just because it’s a remaster doesn’t mean we haven’t left in an unhealthy dose of physics-based bugs because why not?

All downloadable content included—we could have sold them separately to you again, but if we’re honest this is already a cash-grab.

New and improved graphics, lighting, VFX and animations – as well as revamped foliage for the prettiest leaves you’ll see in a Goat Simulator game excluding Goat Simulator 3.

Disclaimer

Goat Simulator Remastered is a completely stupid game and has been a completely stupid game since we first invented goat simulation over 10 years ago. We’ve said it before, but you should absolutely be spending your money on something else, like a neat hat, a pile of bricks, or maybe pool your money together with your friends and buy a real goat.

Watch the announcement trailer below. View the first screenshots at the gallery.

Announce Trailer

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The Complete Guide for VIP Car Detailing Boost Your Ride

VIP Car detailing is the only expert touch that will keep your car looking and performing flawlessly. Our speciality at VIP Detailing Pro is turning cars into perfect beauties. Our automobile cleaning services produce amazing results whether your goal is to just enjoy the delight of a pristine car, increase its market value, or get ready for a particular event.

VIP car detailing is what?

VIP automobile detailing transcends standard car wash. Designed to have your car looking showroom-quality, this is a thorough cleaning, restoration, and finishing process. Unlike regular cleaning services, detailing guarantees every inch of your car—inside and out—is completely cleaned and protected by stressing exact attention to detail.

At VIP Detailing Pro, we provide particular treatments catered to the demands of your vehicle. Our quality materials, professional-grade tools, and knowledgeable staff guarantee your automobile gets the maintenance it requires.

Why is car detailing crucial?

Regular car detailing has several advantages beyond only appearance:

Detailing ensures your car keeps its worth over time by helping to maintain its external paint, inside materials, and general condition.

Improves Appearance: A thorough car seems and feels brand fresh. Driving is more fun when exteriors are polished, interiors are tidy, and smells are fresh.

shields your car's paint and interior surfaces from UV rays, grime, and moisture by means of protective coatings and sealants, therefore reducing wear and tear.

Interior detailing guarantees a better inside your automobile by removing allergies, dust, and bacteria.

Cleaning wheels and engine parts improves the lifetime and performance of your vehicle. Essential VIP Car Detailing Services

At VIP Detailing Pro, we provide a selection of car detailing treatments meant to satisfy all need:

1. Outdoor Detail

Gentle but thorough hand wash and dry methods help to eliminate dirt and grime.

Restoring the luster of your car, paint polishing eliminates small scratches and swirl marks.

Long-lasting defense against environmental elements comes from ceramic coating.

Cleans and improves wheel and tire appearance, therefore providing a final touch.

2. Interior Attention to Detail

Shampooing and vacuuming clean carpets and upholstery of stains and smells.

Protects and repairs leather surfaces so they remain flexible and free of cracks.

Dashboard and Console Cleaning guarantees every surface is pristine and protected.

Cleaning windows results in streak-free clarity for improved vision. 

3. Cleaning of Engine Bay

An engine kept clean runs more effectively. Our engine bay detailing helps to increase the lifetime of your vehicle by removing grease and grime.

4. Specialized Services

Eliminating fog and oxidation improves headlight restoration—that is, visibility and appearance.

Eliminates odours, thereby leaving your automobile clean and appealing.

For a beautiful finish, repairs deeper scratches and flaws using paint correction. 

Why should one use VIP Detailing Pro?

The finest outcomes depend on selecting the correct car detailing service. VIP Detailing Pro is your first pick for this reasons:

Expert Technicians: Years of experience abound on our crew, and we constantly train to keep current with the newest detailing methods.

We utilize premium, environmentally friendly products that provide great effects without damaging your vehicle or the surroundings.

We have a range of detailing options to fit your requirements and financial situation.

Convenience: We bring the detailing experience right to you with mobile apps and flexible calendar.

We promise to surpass all of your expectations with every service.

How often should you detail your car?

Several elements affect the frequency of car detailing: your own tastes, driving conditions, and frequency of driving. Generally speaking, choose a thorough detail every 4 to 6 months to keep your automobile looking and protected.

If you have dogs or youngsters, plan more frequent inside cleaning.

For best outcomes, think about regular maintenance detail.

Tips for Maintaining Your Car Between Detailing Sessions

Use these guidelines to maintain your car looking its best between expert detailing visits:

Often wash: To guard against scratches, use microfiber towels and mild, pH-balanced car wash soap.

Vacuuming weekly will help to keep the inside clear of dirt and trash.

Cover surfaces with UV protectant on dashboards and leather conditioner on seats.

Floor mats are easy to clean and help to guard carpets from stains and grime.

Park Smart: To avoid sun damage, whenever feasible park in shady places.

See the VIP Difference.

Your car reflects your way of life and serves as an extension of your personality rather than only a means of mobility. VIP automobile detailing services from VIP Detailing Pro will help you to make sure your car stays in perfect shape, therefore drawing attention wherever you travel.

Make investments in the appearance, protection, and performance of your car. To arrange your VIP car detailing service and get the best in automotive care, get in touch right now!

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Tips for Choosing the Right Dog Grooming Service

Choosing the best dog grooming service is essential for your pet's health and enjoyment. Selecting the best groomer in a busy city like Miami with so many possibilities can be difficult. Choosing a dog grooming in Miami that puts your dog's comfort and health is crucial regardless of whether your dog needs a fast trim or a full spa day. Here are some helpful pointers to help you get started.

Obtain a Service and Price List

Obtain a list of services and costs before you depart. You might want your dog's nails clipped, or your dog might need a particular shampoo. It is crucial to understand what their most basic cost already includes and how much they will cost. You should compare the prices and services to pick the best mobile dog grooming service in Miami.

Go to the Facility

Your dog's safety depends on a grooming parlor that is kept up-to-date and sanitary. Before making an appointment, arrange to visit the salon and look around. Check for sanitized tools, enough ventilation, and cleanliness. Observe the staff's interactions with the animals as well. A quality dog grooming service will offer a relaxed, well-organized setting that prioritizes the pet’s comfort and reduces stress.

Examine Testimonials and Reviews

Online reviews can offer important information about a grooming service's caliber. Look for reviews from other Miami pet owners on websites and social media. You can search online fordog boarding near meto get better results.Seek recurring compliments regarding the groomer's professionalism, pet care, and general level of service. Avoid salons that receive many complaints concerning inadequate management or unclean conditions.

Wrapping It Up

Using these pointers, you may locate a Miami dog grooming business that will satisfy your pet's requirements and offer a stress-free experience. A trustworthy groomer can facilitate maintaining your pet's health, happiness, and finest appearance. Maintain a good look for your pet and enjoy your days.

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How to Grow Your Business with the Best Digital Marketing Company in India

Growing a business in today's digitally first world calls for more than just conventional marketing strategies. Unmatched chances to connect with your target audience, interact with them successfully, and propel business expansion are offered by digital marketing. You can move through this changing environment with comfort and skill if you work with the Best Digital Marketing Company in India.

This tutorial explains why picking the proper partner, like OnlineJao, is essential for success and how you may expand your company utilizing tried-and-true digital marketing techniques.

Digital Marketing's Contribution to Business Development The foundation of contemporary company strategy is digital marketing. In addition to improving your web visibility, it has a quantifiable effect on lead creation, customer retention, and brand awareness.

Principal Advantages of Digital Marketing: Greater Reach: Target local or international audiences precisely. Campaigns That Save Money: Reach noteworthy outcomes while staying within your budget. Real-time analytics: Evaluate results and improve campaigns to increase return on investment. Improved Customer Engagement: Use content marketing, email, and social media to create deep connections. Methods for Expanding Your Company Using Digital Marketing 1. Establish a Sturdy Internet Presence Your online showroom is your website. Make sure it is search engine optimized, mobile-friendly, and expertly crafted. Use pertinent keywords to increase your presence on search engine results pages (SERPs), such as "Best Digital Marketing Company in India."

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In conclusion

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