#refrigerator repair nearby

[homcleaningservicesingurgaon]

Understanding Refrigerator Compressor Troubles: Causes, Symptoms, and Solutions

The refrigerator compressor is the heart of your appliance, responsible for circulating refrigerant throughout the system to keep your food cold. When the compressor malfunctions, it can lead to a variety of issues that compromise the performance of your refrigerator. Understanding the causes, symptoms, and solutions for refrigerator compressor troubles can help you address problems promptly and maintain the efficiency of your appliance.

What is a Refrigerator Compressor?

A refrigerator compressor is a pump that compresses refrigerant gas and pushes it through the coils of the condenser, where it cools down and turns into a liquid. This process is essential for maintaining the cool temperatures inside the refrigerator and freezer compartments.

Common Causes of Compressor Troubles

Electrical Issues

Cause: Power surges, faulty wiring, or electrical component failures can cause the compressor to malfunction.

Solution: Check for blown fuses, tripped circuit breakers, or damaged wiring. Ensure your refrigerator is plugged into a properly grounded outlet.

Overheating

Cause: A lack of ventilation, dirty condenser coils, or a malfunctioning fan can cause the compressor to overheat.

Solution: Clean the condenser coils and ensure the refrigerator has adequate ventilation. Check the fan for proper operation and replace it if necessary.

Refrigerant Issues

Cause: Low refrigerant levels due to leaks or improper charging can affect compressor performance.

Solution: Have a professional technician check for leaks and recharge the refrigerant if needed.

Mechanical Failures

Cause: Wear and tear on internal components, such as pistons, valves, or bearings, can lead to mechanical failures.

Solution: Mechanical issues often require the expertise of a professional technician to diagnose and repair.

Age and Wear

Cause: Compressors can wear out over time, especially in older refrigerators.

Solution: If the compressor is old and beyond repair, it may need to be replaced.

Conclusion

A well-functioning compressor is crucial for the efficient operation of your refrigerator. Understanding the causes, symptoms, and solutions for compressor troubles can help you maintain your appliance and avoid inconvenient breakdowns. Regular maintenance and prompt professional attention are key to ensuring your refrigerator continues to keep your food fresh and your beverages cold.

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[letsnotperceive]

Thinking about Simon Riley on leave.

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He's got a bit of property out in the countryside with a little house sitting on top of it. There is something too suffocating about sharing walls with strangers in the city, toe to toe on the sidewalks and windows facing the uncomfortable civilian normalcy that runs outside. Especially for someone who is off-put by unnecessary social interaction, not looking for the unwanted small talk and advances of others.

It's a bit of a fixer-upper that he hasn't accomplished a lot of repairing to, at least, not on the outside. Who does he have to impress? It's got running water and electricity, the means to keep out the elements, and a king-sized mattress in the bedroom. Simon Riley is satisfied with the simplistic, bare minimum of survival and doesn't need much outside of that. (Yes, that king-sized mattress should be considered the bare minimum of survival for a man his size, thank you very much.)

 

His house isn't some farmhouse with a white picket fence and wrap-around porch, finished with a wife and 2.5 kids. Those kinds of luxuries stay far out of his reach, away from the contamination that his sickened soul brings and the destruction that seems to trail in his footsteps. So, who cares if it's covered in a thick layer of dust and grime when he finds time to step foot into it, the air heavy and stale without a window opened in months? The refrigerator is barren and defrosted, yet when he searches for the drawer with a couple of haphazardly stored cigarette cartons he’s rewarded for the effort. A little gift from his past self to the present in anticipation of the unsettled nerves that occur here.

 

He takes the filter of one between his slightly off-kilter teeth and lets the heavy coating of smoke stain his lungs and fill the void. The flame that flickers from his lighter illuminates the tips of his fingers as he pulls the cigarette back. For a moment, he could swear he saw the stain of red under his nails, despite how hard he scrubs his hands under water. Maybe he needs something a little more holy to cleanse away what lies beneath the surface of the calluses and scars embellishing his skin. He runs a hand through his cropped hair, swearing under his breath and making disingenuous mental declarations that he will at least plug that damned fridge back in tomorrow. However, there is no haste in him stepping foot back into town to fill it up.

 

There is an appreciation for the controlled environment that this seclusion brings, but not necessarily the silence. It's jarring when his ears constantly ring from the consistent cacophony that surrounds the line of work he's a part of. Maybe he constantly has music playing or the TV running—anything to deplete the quietude enveloping him. His joints and muscles ache from the shitty military accommodations coupled with the nearly innumerable old injuries from circumstances long ago: old fractures and breaks, bullet wounds that leave tender sites, and the consequences of several concussions that tail you. It's only after the sun sets and the sky starts to bleed into an inky emptiness that he tries to stretch his legs and breathe anything other than nicotine mixed with the stagnant must of an unexploited house.

 

It's not that he necessarily needs the curtain of darkness to conceal his incognito here in the middle of nowhere at all, but he has come to be accustomed to it. The dirt and gravel road under his boots don't deter the unexpected lightness and stealth of his gait, though the smoldering red cherry of his next addition to the chain-smoking he is performing pulls focus to his looming silhouette.

 

He draws the attention of a mangy little creature, half-limping near the desolate road. It comes darting out of a nearby field, and his hand instinctively moves towards a holster no longer strapped to him. But it’s just a dog, one that is certainly not much of a sight compared to the dutifully designed Malinois K-9s he’s been around. It’s likely got fleas, with a lingering stench that’s far from pleasant, yet it marches up to him with an air of certainty as if it’s a prideful show dog. Simon eyes it with a glare that’s withering in his best attempt, but the animal is unfazed by his unapproachable nature, not afraid of his marred face.

 

“Scram, ya’ filthy mutt.”

 

His voice is raspy and raw with the disuse it faces off base, from the stretching silence he spends mostly in his head. It just barks back at him in return, a reflection of his own persistent nature. Somehow, the damned thing thinks it’s a good idea to trot along home with him. And somehow, Simon just lets it happen. He hoses him down on the side of the house with a less-than-enthusiastic expression but still throws down a pile of old blankets so that it can rest its weary head. He’s not a fan of having something that’s completely reliant on him- a fragile being that requires a nurturing hand he doesn’t believe he has. The best he can extend is the bare minimum of survival he grants himself currently.

 

The dog can’t stay forever, like most things in his unpredictable existence. A fleeting reminder of the way that more often than not he’s surrounded by death rather than life. He is more familiar with how to take than to give; his fingers cocked ‘round a trigger. But perhaps he will make that venture out to town tomorrow, the dog hanging its head out the passenger window of his truck. He’ll get something to fill his fridge and something to fill the dog's bowl, the solitude will be a little less consuming.

 

For now, he scrubs under his nails a little harder.

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Well, a re-upload of it with some editing. Hope this is a bit better.

[xuchiya]

"you rescue me" || song mingi || part 2 [last part]

| genre: non!idol mingi. storm!reader | mentions: robbery. stampeed. interrogation. part 1

“Did they dig anything in your memory?” Seonghwa said as he places a bandage around your wrist, the burning sensation of the metal left a red pain around it. As un-scientifically speaking or fact but ever since you have developed this sense of electric neuron around your body, any contact with a metal left you wounded.

The last time it did, your back was scarred in a red pattern.

“No, just normal interrogation.” You sigh as you rub the pain a little less uncomfortable. Leaning back on the couch, you Seonghwa placed the kit back to the wall and sat down beside you. “I can always heal it, you know. Just say the word.”

You chuckle, moving to give him a small kiss on the cheek before standing up, “Such sweetheart Seonghwa-ah!”

“Yah I’m older than you!” You giggle, pulling out pans and other ingredients to prepare dinner. The boys were taking care of the suddenly escaped room back in Queens. You know Mingi would be out until dinner, so might as well make one when they all got home. Tired and all covered in blood.

It also made you remember what happened back a few months ago,when you were numb to the whole reality in front of you— just five months ago. You were just an ordinary citizen, working at a shop, a service crew to your boss for two consecutive years and an intrusion to the shop made you all this today.

Five months ago where it all began. The refrigerated case of the little bodega flickered softly when the last cans were fitted onto the rack, and your fellow attendants murmured softly to each other nearby. Shifts at night usually had downs but tonight had a hush that was anxious. Your hands were trembling, your crewmate noticed it.

“You okay? You’ve been trembling like a leaf.” You gave her a tight smile, finishing your duty.

“It’s normal, just my tremors.” Her head nods in understanding but her eyes say she’s not believing it. The street light just outside the window continued to flash and that only contributed to the chilly mood. But of course, your concern was captivated by the basin of water which had formed outside the shop for the previous days.

That damn live wire.

Sighing, “No one has taken action on that wire?” You spoke, your crewmate looked over what you were pertaining to and shrugged, “Joel has made at least five complaints to the city hall, got the same response to working on the issue but it never does.”

“I already filed one yesterday, got the same one …” You continue to stare at the puddle, “and it never does.” Both of you sigh, no one has dared to come out on that side of the shop. So in term, everyone goes to the side entrance instead. 

It never occurred to people to repair it and even though you reported the problem to the city hall, it is a safety hazard. Well, people had already gotten shocked, your co-workers having some kind of static on their hair and even your boss got electrocuted and you knew that something worse was sure to happen soon.

It was as if you spoke too soon that the hairs on the back of your neck all stood firm and tall. Your ears ring in deaf silence, your eyes become slightly blurry, you could hear your ragged breaths— your crewmate noticing your sudden pale face, grabbing your arm gently.

“Woah .. okay you are not okay. We got to go—” The doorbell jingled, snapping you out of your thoughts. A group of unfamiliar men, faces hard and eyes shifty, entered the shop. Their footsteps were heavy, purposeful. You glanced over at your coworkers, and judging by their worried expressions, they had noticed it too. The quiet hum of the night shift turned deadly silent.

Your crewmate grip your arm a little tighter out of fear as you both move towards the counter where the rest of your co-workers are. Before you could process what was happening, the leader of the group barked orders. "Everyone on the ground! Now!"

Panic surged through you as the men pulled out weapons, waving them in your faces. The store erupted into chaos. Customers screamed, knocking over displays as they tried to flee. Your coworkers were frozen, unsure of what to do. In the confusion, you were caught in a stampede of frightened people, all pushing and shoving their way toward the exit.

You tripped, your feet slipping on a bottle that had rolled off the shelf. You fell hard onto the wet floor, pain shooting up your side. But before you could even get up, your hand brushed against something sharp and cold.

The live wire.

A surge of electricity coursed through your body, sharp and agonizing. You tried to scream, but no sound came out. Your muscles locked, your vision blurred, and the world around you faded to black. The last thing you remembered was the crackling of electricity in your ears and the burning sensation in your veins.

“Hey.” A gentle voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You blinked a few times before turning to see Mingi, freshly showered and dressed in casual clothes. His damp hair clung to his forehead, a stark contrast to his usual sharp, suited appearance. The sight of him caught you off guard, and you quickly turned off the stove before facing him.

If Mingi’s hair was still wet and he was out of his normal suit, it meant he had been here for more than just fifteen minutes—longer than you realized.

“H-Hi,” you stammered, surprised you hadn’t heard him or the rest of the boys come in. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you and the others arrive, but dinner’s ready to serve.” Out of habit, you pressed your lips together, a sign of your nerves surfacing.

Mingi’s expression softened, a gentle smile playing on his lips. Without a word, he reached out, taking both of your hands in his. His fingers delicately traced over the bandages that Seonghwa had carefully wrapped earlier.

“How are these?” he asked quietly, his brow furrowing slightly as he examined the bandages. You could tell he was worried, even if he was trying to hide it behind that warm smile.

“They’re fine,” you replied softly, but his concern was obvious in the way he held your hands. You gave a small smile to reassure him, even though you could still feel a slight sting under the bandages. Mingi nodded, though his gaze lingered on your hands a moment longer before he finally let go. “Come on,” he said with a grin, “let’s eat. The others are starving.”

The dining table was soon filled with the smell of the meal you had prepared, and the sound of laughter and chatter echoed throughout the room as the boys settled in. You sat between Mingi and Yunho, trying to hide your slight discomfort whenever your hand brushed against something. Despite the warmth and camaraderie, your mind kept wandering back to the bandages on your hands.

Halfway through the meal, you felt someone’s eyes on you. Glancing up, you saw Hongjoong watching you with a thoughtful expression, though he didn’t say anything right away.

“So,” he finally spoke up, his voice calm but curious, “how’s your wound?”

The table quieted slightly, the others turning their attention to you. You froze for a second, not expecting the question to come so suddenly.

“Oh, it’s getting better,” you answered, trying to keep your tone light.

Hongjoong nodded, but there was a hint of something more in his gaze—something knowing. “I noticed you prefer healing it naturally,” he continued, his voice casual yet laced with curiosity. “Any reason why you didn’t let Seonghwa take care of it fully?”

Seonghwa glanced over from across the table, his hands pausing mid-reach for another serving. His lips pressed together slightly, clearly wondering the same thing. You swallowed, feeling the attention of all eight of them on you. “I... I just wanted to give it time,” you said, looking down at your plate for a moment before adding, “Sometimes things need to heal on their own.”

There was a pause, and Hongjoong gave a slow nod, clearly considering your words. “Fair enough,” he said quietly, though there was a trace of a knowing smile on his lips. “Just know, we’re here if you need us.”

It felt like the first time you discovered you were not entirely different but more powerful from the others. 

You woke up to chaos. The sharp scent of burning filled your nose, and the air felt... wrong. Static. You groaned, slowly pushing yourself up, but something was different. Your skin tingled, and a strange buzzing filled your mind.

You opened your eyes and gasped.

The world around you was dark—too dark. The streetlights were out, the store was completely blacked out, and the entire block seemed to have plunged into a sea of shadows. Then you noticed it—small sparks jumping from your fingertips, lighting up the space around you in brief flashes.

Panic gripped you as the reality of the situation hit. You had been electrocuted, but you were alive. Why were you alive?

Your heart raced, and with every frantic beat, the sparks on your hands grew stronger, more erratic. You stumbled backward, knocking over a shelf, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

"W-what is happening to me?" you whispered, voice trembling as you stared at your hands in disbelief. The electricity crawled along your skin, bright and violent. The panic inside you built into something uncontrollable. You stumbled out of the shop, hands shaking uncontrollably, trying to fight the storm raging inside you.

And then... It happened.

A surge of power exploded from you, sending shockwaves across the city. The entire block went dark. Cars screeched to a halt as the traffic lights died. The skyline blinked out one building at a time, until the entire city plunged into blackness.

You collapsed on your knees in the middle of the street, overwhelmed, terrified. You had caused this. All of this. The electricity that had once threatened to kill you was now a part of you, uncontrollable, dangerous. You were so out of yourself that you crawled your way back inside the shop, dazed and confused.

You gave a grateful smile, feeling a little more at ease with his understanding. Mingi gently bumped his knee against yours under the table, giving you a reassuring glance that made you feel a little less nervous.

The conversation shifted again, and the table erupted in laughter as Jongho cracked yet another joke. Despite the lighthearted moment, Hongjoong’s subtle words still echoed in your mind. He didn’t push you for more, but you knew, deep down, that all of the boys were quietly watching out for you in their own way. That thought made the room feel warmer, like you were wrapped in a protective circle that you were grateful for.

These guys—they didn’t just make you feel accepted, they made you feel like this new side of you wasn’t something to hide. It was part of your character’s growth, something Wooyoung had always been trying to show you. That you could be more than the person you were before.

Your heart felt lighter in their presence, a sense of belonging settling in. When others had found out about your powers, they had either stepped away, looked the other way, or outright walked away. But not them.

You glanced over at Mingi, watching his eyes crinkle with laughter as he threw his head back at Jongho’s latest antics—something about making a poem out of banana milk. Around the table, you saw how different each of them were, yet together, they fit like puzzle pieces, each bringing something unique to the group.

Seonghwa, with his quiet strength, had earned the right to heal, having been reborn from the hands of a Goddess, as he once shared. His journey to find peace inspired you. Then there was Hongjoong, the one they called the 'gold eye.' He had the rare gift of seeing into people’s hearts during their darkest moments, soothing them with a memory or a gentle reminder of their strength.

Yunho’s abilities mirrored yours in some ways, though his power was in webs—intricate and binding. He had a home, an aunt who had no idea about his powers, and a girl who was trapped in her own storm. Yunho was constantly trying to help her see beyond the clouds and discover the other side of herself.

Yeosang was a force of nature, quite literally. His control over the elements fascinated you, especially the way his movements were like a dance, fluid and full of power. San, on the other hand, was an escapee from a twisted experiment, much like Violet from The Incredibles, able to shield himself and others with invisible barriers. You often teased Mingi about being ‘Mr. Incredible’ because of his sheer strength—strength that had saved you more times than you could count.

And then there was Wooyoung, the master of illusions, or as you liked to call him, the card master. He took the concept of magic from kids’ dreams and turned it into something far more real, using his tricks to outsmart even the most guarded individuals. If Wooyoung was the master of cards, Jongho was the mastermind behind the scenes. His brilliance wasn’t just in his physical strength, but in his ability to strategize, to plan every move with precision.

You looked around the table once more, realizing that this odd, mismatched group of friends was your new home. Each of them had their own struggles and quirks, but together, they formed something unbreakable.

It felt like hours had passed when you finally heard footsteps approaching—heavy boots crunching on the broken glass littering the ground. You didn’t even look up, too exhausted and numb to care anymore.

“Found her,” a deep voice said, and the footsteps stopped in front of you.

You slowly lifted your head, blinking through the tears that blurred your vision. A tall figure stood over you, his face hidden by shadows, but the pale blonde hair glinting in the faint moonlight gave him away.

Mingi.

He knelt down to your level, his expression soft despite the hardened look in his eyes. He reached out, gently brushing the hair out of your face, and spoke in a voice that was unexpectedly kind. “Hey... you okay? Looks like you’ve had a rough night.”

You didn’t have the energy to respond, but your eyes spoke volumes—the confusion, the fear, the guilt.

“It’s okay,” he reassured you, his large hand resting on your shoulder. “We’ll figure this out together. You’re not alone anymore.”

With that, he carefully lifted you up, cradling you against his chest as if you weighed nothing. The electricity still crackled faintly around your body, but Mingi didn’t flinch. He carried you to the van parked nearby, where the rest of ATEEZ waited, ready to help you understand and control the terrifying power inside you.

As you drifted in and out of consciousness, you felt a strange sense of comfort. The storm inside you hadn’t fully calmed, but at least now, you knew you weren’t facing it alone.

And for the first time in a long while, you felt like you belonged.

[gisellelx]

Cullen vs. Cullen

Been working seriously on One Day the Sun Will Rise and for some reason, I really needed to see this scene in my head. This is a teaser of a one-shot, set in between the events of Ithaca Is Gorges before it goes AU at chapter 14/15, and about a year before the beginning of One Day.

Mineral, Virginia Early spring 2011

The doorbell startled him.

The house wasn’t even so much a house as it was a cabin. Tucked up in the mountains; four bedrooms, two irrelevant bathrooms. It was remote; the actual property was just over two hundred acres, but 98there were nearly two thousand more undeveloped around them. Edward had joked that they had finally bought a refrigerator, what with the abundant deer and elk and bear nearby. It was entirely remote; when he had been working, Carlisle had traveled nearly ninety minutes by car to the small town of Mineral. Living here again, he hadn’t seen a human in months.

They had been absolutely on top of one another as a family of seven here, but it had been a last-minute move from Calgary sixty years earlier and there had been only so much Carlisle had been able to do. He was thinking of the bickering, the way the girls argued over space in front of the mirror, the walls that Esme was constantly repairing as Jasper and Emmett got into play-tussles they refused to take outside, when he opened the door. And even though his mind had been on the rest of the family, it still took him just a hairsbreadth of a second longer than it should have to make sense of the person on his stoop.

Well, that and that it had been five years.

He greeted the man with silence, and Jasper only raised his eyebrows.

“Carlisle Cullen?” he said.

“Not the name I’m using at the moment, actually. “

An eyeroll. “But it’s one you have.”

“At one point in my life, yes.”

“Allow me to specify. You are the person who used the alias Carlisle Cullen IV, date of birth listed as the fourth of May, nineteen seventy-two?”

He didn’t like changing the actual day of his birth. But doing so had been advised by no less than Jasper himself, as the number was increasingly used as a substitute identifier. One child being born on his father or grandfather’s birthday was a sweet coincidence, too many February seventeenths was statistically improbable. He’d picked this recent one as an homage to the new Star Wars movie, though in the end, Hayden Christiansen had delivered a rather insipid performance.

Even more reason to drop it, he supposed.

“Jasper—”

He found himself cut off. “Carlisle, knock it off. I’m doing a job I don’t want to do. Will you please confirm that? Aloud?”

It was an expression Carlisle wasn’t used to seeing on Jasper’s face. Resolve, yes. Compassion, yes. Annoyance, usually with Edward? Yes.

But not this. Jasper’s eyes looked pained. Weary.

Carlisle couldn’t blame him. It had been a long five years.

“Yes, I’m that Carlisle Cullen,” he replied.

“Thank you.” Jasper held out a legal-sized manila envelope. “This is for you.”

Carlisle took it, flipping open the top. He pulled out a thick sheaf of papers, and glanced at the top of the first page.

IN THE SUPERIOR COURT OF CAYUGA COUNTY STATE OF NEW YORK Esme Anne Platt Cullen, plaintiff vs. W. Carlisle Cullen IV, defendant

He looked back up. Jasper’s arms were crossed over his chest.

“She’s serving me.”

A shake of the head. “She’s divorcing you. I’m serving you.” He gestured to the envelope, his arms still crossed. “Everything you need is in there. You have thirty days to respond or file countersuit.”

He didn’t want one suit, much less two. Carlisle leafed through the envelope at full speed. Everything was documented. The houses were in there, the hedge fund, CEE Inc, right down to the two and a half years of “our finances should look like a normal couple’s” 401(k) savings as an employee of Clallam County , WA.

He looked up when he reached the end. “Who prepared this?”

“Jenks.” Jasper shrugged. “Everything is mostly down the middle, but with a few carve outs, so you should read it.”

Carlisle shook his head. “I’m the one who left. I told her she could have everything.”

Jasper shrugged. “Pretty sure that if she could, she would be completely rid of you; but as it happens, she actually owes you alimony for this current marriage, seeing as 'Carlisle' hasn't bothered working for the last half decade.” Jasper pulled several pages out of the envelope. “You’ll need to have a bank account she can deposit to. So you’ll need to have your old identity in parallel for at least six years.”

Six years. Longer than he wanted to stay connected.

“What if I just made that guy…disappear?”

Jasper’s brow furrowed. “Are you somehow under the impression that more people being dead is helpful, here? Even fictionally?”

It was fair, he supposed. He stepped back into the door frame. “Do you want to come in?”

He shook his head. “I really don’t think I should.”

“Did Alice come with you?”

“Yes, but she stayed in Charlottesville. Better shopping. And she doesn’t want to get near you and—well, you know.”

He knew. He’d asked Alice to stay out of his business. It worked some of the time. Others—well, there was a reason her calls were directed to voicemail.

He turned the envelope over in his hands.

“Well. Thanks, I guess.”

Jasper shrugged. Neither of them were very big on hugging each other at the very best of times and this was not that. Gesturing to the envelope, he said, “Thirty days. FedEx is fine. I assume you’re not going to contest it.” He turned and began to walk away, at human speed. But he made it no further than the bottom of the steps when he turned around, frowning.

“Carlisle, I just need to know something.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Shoot.”

Jasper looked from the envelope, to the house, to Carlisle. He frowned again, that exhausted expression returning to his face.

“Just…are you certain you’ve done the right thing, here?”

The wind was still whipping, making the trees creak and the sunlight shift across them. Carlisle had always liked that about the woods; how even in silence it was never quiet, a tiny reminder that standing still, by himself, he wasn’t ever fully alone. He looked back at the house. It needed fixing up. It would be stressful to do that without Esme, but he wasn’t exactly not handy, and he still liked the feel of a saw in his hands. He’d stay here for a few years, maybe, then pursue something new, re-setting to an older version of himself that he thought he’d left behind forever on that cold October night in 1918. But he was used to that self, and there was a certain aspect of this that felt….normal. That even in his grief, felt as though he was coming back to a strange forgotten familiarity.

Slowly, he nodded. “Most days? Yes. Some days, less so.”

Jasper’s frowned deepened, but bobbed his head slowly. “I’m not sure I’ll ever understand it. But…godspeed, Carlisle. I’ll see you again someday, I’m sure.” And then he was gone, the wind at his back rustling the trees, flashes of dappled light that disappeared as he fled into the lower canopy. Carlisle listened and watched until the forest was once again still.

When the wind died, and the sound of his—son? Former son? How did he even talk about this?—disappeared into the forest, Carlisle pulled out the sheaf of papers again. A lump rose in his throat and he gulped, tamping it back down, pressing all the feelings that were rising back into their places. Edward. Esme. Everyone who had been. And everyone who was gone.

Closing the door the door behind him, he laid the papers on the dining room table, seeing again the words at the top:

Esme Anne Platt Cullen, plaintiff

Today, he realized, was going to be a “less so” kind of day.

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

Asylum Challenge: Day 13

Siri, play "Eye of the Tiger" 😆

This was the second of three days where Wicked Whims... kind of got out of hand until everyone figured out what they were into, I guess 🤔. Also I realised that I'd set the lot to the FLIRTY trait for one day and forgot about it which was... a chaotic combination to put it mildly.

So while nothing that explicit will be shown, just something to keep in mind, I guess? Warnings for WW woo-hoo.

That night, the Roswells stayed up late discussing the state of their marriage, and where they go from here now that they're played Sims. (The Watcher suggests maybe making use of the polycule update to see other people)

At nighttime, the Watcher activates the "self care" club to make sure that everyone sleeps, cleans up and repairs objects - and Vlad! What are you doing? Get out of there - the sun's about to come up.

Awww! Jacques woke up and autonomously went to take care of the garden. For someone who talks to himself and allegedly unalived his wife, he's been one of the most chill members of this household.

As the Roswells continued to discuss their marriage, Level 1 Handiness Lilac boldly went to repair the broken refrigerator - and managed not to get sparked in the process.

(Yeah, she's leaving it for someone else to take out the trash. She's a LAZY Sim, after all.)

"But what about relationship counselling?" asks Meredith.

"The Watcher's too cheap for that pack," reminded Ted. "And I don't think she has any intention of buying it - ever. Now let me perform an autonomous MEAN interaction because you're a GOOD Sim."

Lilac took pity on Vlad and allowed him to paint her like one of his Tartosan girls his hissing keeps on putting off, because... yeah.

Currently it's up on the wall but only so the Watcher can save this room and transport the art to wherever Lilac's adventures take her after this challenge. Really Vlad would have given it to her.

(Also I didn't warn for this because it's art 🫢. And less vivid than what you'd see in a museum anyway.)

Even though Rory has a pretty high level of programming, her encryptions for her freelance gig keep on crashing - seemingly at a faster rate than normal. Since I wanted to see if it was a bug, I took her and Lilac to Moonwood Mill where Lilac could continue the knitting grind and Rory could use the library computers.

Level Two: Thread Setter

✅ Achieve Level 4 of the Knitting Skill (4/4) ❌ Knit While Listening to Music ❌ Sell a Knitted Object on Plopsy

Lilac... then met Lou. And as some of you may have gathered by now, he may be a woof-woof, but he is essentially catnip to the Sims in my saves.

Just a night of innocent stargazing. What? For all you know, Greg could have left that jockstrap there.

As Rory finally completed her freelance gig, Lilac received some... personal training from Lou. While some 'lifting' was involved, I doubt that she acquired any fitness skill from it.

Once the birthday suits were about to come out, the Watcher made them 'conclude' things behind the Wildfangs trailer.

I... think this is fairly safe to show? Especially after I tried out my shiny new blurring effect from canva.

Honestly I just wanted to include this one to show how Lilac is blissfully ignoring the rat running around nearby - which absolutely sent me at the time.

Lilac only now getting TENSE moodlets from being around a transformed woof-woof 🫢

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(First Aid’s phone- he lost it during the initial chaos. Shouldn’t have. He regrets it- how couldn’t he? He hadn’t even been able to listen to the last things his brothers said. Had they been safe? Were they alive? He doesn’t know. He’ll never know.)

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The pharmacy itself is opened up, too. There’s hundreds, hundreds of medications for people that are long dead now. He still reads off the labels anyway. Someone had rummaged through here before, maybe looking for a- cure. But First Aid can easily grab a few bottles of the medications he needs, picks up some other general ones that can be used and substituted for anyone nearby.

Then he’s leaving. He’s not even touched the medical supplies here, the gauze or the bandages; who is he going to treat? His own supply at home is barely touched nowadays, after the first waves of people finally died off. Despite everything he did- he could have done more.

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After days and days of scavenging, Din was finally able to scrape together enough materials to build himself a small building, barely big enough to move around in, but enough to get him out of the nasty snowstorms that this world seemed to be abundant with.

The locals were warming up to this intergalactic tin soldier as well, more out of curiosity than anything, Din would indulge them for a drink, but never answered any questions about himself, he didn't know if any of them were fellow bounty hunters, and he was almost sure he had a heavy price on his head.

For the most part his days were often spent the same way, wake up, scavenge all day until he was almost too tired and hungry to move, drag any loot he was able to scrounge up back to his little shack, and examine it to see the worth.

One day he only managed to bring home 2 things, one was a flimsy folding chair that was in pretty good condition, but not worth much, the other was a busted toilet.

And again, he was able to work his magic and repair it! He now had a toilet and a shower!

A few days later he scored big and managed to find a computer as well, luckily for him it was time for the annual flea market, where people in this area went to trade.

He traded the basic computer for some building materials, a single bed, and parts to finally fix the refrigerator he'd had lying around for ages.

His cramped little space finally had everything he needed! But would he be stuck here forever?

He thought he was finally getting ahead of the game, thats when the bills came.

"This town is worse than a Hutt cartel." He muttered to himself, counting out his loose, dumpster acquired change. He didn't have enough.

He'd heard of people outside of the bar talking about needing help with tasks, so he started to take on the odd job here and there to make a little money.

$84 was nothing compared to what he used to make doing bounties back on Navarro, he shook his head sadly, as he gave almost all of it away in bills, leaving $21 for himself.

He went back to the bar, searching for jobs that paid higher, and was given a few leads here and there, the highest paying one wasn't a job at all, it was a programming competition at a local festival.

Din had some experience in the area from having to tamper with security systems, but these systems were all new, needless to say, he didn't win.

But this festival brought something else to his attention..

Across the festival, he spied someone wearing a type of armor, and a pulse rifle, just like his.

His jaw dropped, ever since he landed on this planet, he hadn't seen anyone in armor, OR armed, for that matter. It made him wonder if this man was of a similar background. He had to investigate. Cautiously.

"Excuse me.."

Din, and the man, who's name turned out to be Victor, chatted for a long time, Victor didn't turn out to be a fellow bounty hunter, just a trader who had been ripped off one too many times.

Eventually Victor's companion joined them, she seemed to be more knowledgeable of the galaxy than him, Din guessed that she was the navigator, the brains, and Victor simply the muscle.

She wasn't familiar with Navarro, or Tatooine, or a lot of the planets he had been to, but she was able to point him in the direction of one planet that he had heard of before, a place called Batuu.

He thanked them both and offered what little currency he had in gratitude, she told him to keep it, as transport to Batuu wasn't going to be cheap. She gestured to the space ship nearby.

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We spent about six hours loading the rental truck we would drive down to Sacramento, attaching a trailer to pull our own vehicle behind. By 3:00 p.m., we finally left Oregon for the last time on July 25, 2007.

Moving such a long distance without unlimited funds made me anticipate some challenges, but I didn’t expect the journey to be a near-disaster that would threaten our lives. It began as nothing like I’d envisioned; my expectations had never included poverty, hunger, homelessness, or sheer chaos. Had I known what lay ahead, I’d have felt sick to my stomach on the spot. The hardships we endured would make my previous challenges seem minor. It would end up being the third most scariest moment of my life.

Though the drive felt endless, I was excited to see the first palm trees as we approached Sacramento. We stopped to eat in Redding and didn’t reach the Clarion Hotel until 10:00 p.m. There, a group of youths played loud music in the adjacent room and practically took over the hallway.

Exhausted, we moved to an Econo Lodge. The room was spacious but pricey for a place with no amenities. After two nights, we transferred to a different Econo Lodge downtown, storing our belongings in a 10x10 storage unit. This motel had internet, but it was unreliable, making it a struggle for Tom to apply for unemployment online.

Our worst decision was spending a week at the Motel 6. The noise level was unbearable, reminiscent of a past experience I’d had in the projects 15 years earlier. The flimsy floorboards trembled whenever someone walked by, waking me up constantly. Someone seemed to be dealing drugs nearby, adding to the chaos. The frustration reached a boiling point, so we relocated to Best Western in Roseville. Though expensive, this hotel offered a spacious room with a mini-refrigerator, microwave, and coffeemaker.

Amid this chaos, two bits of unfortunate news surfaced. First, our property management withheld our $450 deposit, citing bogus repair charges. We had left the house spotless aside from a few minor issues, so I was disappointed that my instinct to leave the place “as is” was overruled by Tom’s wish to leave it clean. Second, Tom’s unemployment claim was denied. He had left his job to find work in a city with better access to doctors for my medical needs, but they didn’t give a shit.

With no deposit refund, no unemployment, and Tom still jobless, my stress turned into fear.

On August 12, Tom found a temp job at a warehouse in Rocklin. Although the pay was only $10 an hour and his coworkers were unpleasant, his boss was supportive. Two days later, we settled in the best extended-stay motel we could afford, though it wasn’t in the best part of Sacramento. The room, on the top of three floors, had a full-size bed, recliner, dresser, small table, and kitchen. While the space was cozy and functional, the decor was drab, and the walls were thin. The air conditioner malfunctioned, the microwave carousel didn’t work, and the refrigerator leaked. Noise from slamming doors and blaring TVs was an ongoing nuisance, along with frequent disturbances from the friendly but overly active staff performing maintenance and inspections.

Had we been in an end room, things might have been quieter, but that larger room was more expensive. I had no idea we’d end up living there for over eight months. Although we could come and go, it felt little more than a glorified jail cell.

Our expenses were astronomical. Gas prices had skyrocketed, the room cost $320 per week even at a discounted rate, and our storage unit was $87 monthly. While I enjoyed the warmer climate and proximity to stores and restaurants, I disliked the crowds.

Shortly after settling at the motel, we lost our beloved Tinkerbell to a tumor, which only deepened my despair and anger. I loved that rat dearly.

Over time, we became familiar with the motel staff, though a few, like one office worker and a housekeeper named Prasaad from Fiji, weren’t our favorites. Prasaad, originally friendly, became a bit cold, making me wonder if something had happened. Seeing someone immigrate here only to treat the natives poorly just wasn’t right.

Nonetheless, two of the people we met there became my favorites: Michelle and Kissum.

Michelle worked days in the office. She was a year younger than me. Although it was dyed, like my own long black hair that reached past my waist, I admired her fiery red hair and friendly eyes. Michelle was a bit heavy, but overall, she was good-looking. She was always quick to help us in any way she could, and I looked forward to seeing her whenever I went to the office, whether to drop off mail or for anything else.

Then there was Kissum, my favorite housekeeper, who was also from Fiji. I never would’ve guessed she’d become one of my favorites since she was so quiet the first few times she cleaned our room. But over time, she turned out to be quite chatty, and I looked forward to her visits. Her upbeat energy and humor did wonders for my otherwise sour mood.

There were a few other housekeepers as well: two from Thailand, one from Mexico, a new one hired right before we left from India, and Josephina, who was originally from New Zealand. Josephina was young and attractive and even tried to help us when things were at their worst by attempting to get us into a rooming house. But eventually, she called to tell us she hadn’t been able to reach anyone there. She worked on rooms during our first few months but later moved to the laundry department and I never saw her again.

Satish, another one from Fiji, was the head maintenance guy and friendly, though he deflated our hopes almost as quickly as he raised them. He had offered to rent us his three-bedroom house in the city for a thousand dollars a month. But when housing prices started plummeting, he backed out. At first, I felt hurt by the letdown, but I couldn’t really blame him—I would have waited, too. Still, it was tough to feel like we were finally close to finding a home, only to be left once again wondering where we could go, who would take us without perfect credit, and how we could escape constant noise, barking dogs, and loud stereos.

Mike, the manager, was also kind and offered us a slight discount on the grand-a-month monthly rate they started offering right before we left. But by then, we were too close to moving on to take him up on it, though the discount would have helped tremendously if it had been available earlier.

As the weather cooled, things worsened.

Our truck was broken into, and Tom’s birth certificate, some tools, a laser printer, and a few other items were stolen.

I started gaining weight and feeling stiffer from spending so much time cooped up in the room, struggling to work on the computer amid the constant noise. I wasn’t winning many sweepstakes, which I blamed partly on the unreliable internet we had for the first couple of months.

Eventually, the DMV stopped giving us temporary permits after our ’79 Dodge failed emissions, and Tom had to drive with expired plates. Later, the truck’s insurance expired, and we couldn’t afford to renew it, which only added to his stress on the road.

Then came October, and with it, a nightmare. To say I felt like we were being taunted is an understatement. Imagine a deranged person holding a gun to your head, saying, “Maybe I’ll pull the trigger, maybe I won’t.” The terror of that uncertainty was exactly what we felt daily, especially between October 4 and October 15—an 11-day stretch that was unrelentingly stressful as hell. Our survival was on the line, and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. We felt trapped between the streets and despair.

On Thursday night, October 4, I had a dream that we had no money for food or rent. The next morning, October 5, Tom left early for work. When I woke up, I texted him about the dream, saying it had left me with one of my bad feelings, the kind we’d both come to recognize as forewarnings of trouble.

That afternoon, Tom came back to the room earlier than usual, carrying no groceries and looking grim. “Bad dream premonition,” he said, confirming the uneasy feeling in my gut. He explained that his paycheck had been directly deposited as usual, but we couldn’t access our account. Our debit card had expired while we were still in Oregon, and the bank had sent a new one to our old address. When it was returned, they hadn’t bothered to call or email us.

The next day, with no other options, we loaded up the truck in search of a campground. But we couldn’t find any; the directions people gave us were vague and led us in circles.

In desperation, we considered ending it all in the back of the truck by lighting charcoal to produce carbon monoxide. We wanted a quiet, secluded place with no chance of intervention. But even that seemed beyond our reach.

After wandering aimlessly and wasting gas, we began pulling items from storage to sell or pawn: Tom’s Xbox, the GPS, a couple of electric guitars I’d won, DVDs, CDs, and more. I was sick of the humiliation of being reduced to struggling, starving, pawning this, selling that—just to survive. While some items were things we had planned to part with, we wanted to do it our way, not forced in a rush, taking whatever we could get.

The money we raised bought us gas and a little food. Surprisingly, those “little wins” I used to complain about helped save the day. Without anywhere to go, we ended up at a rest stop heading towards Reno, but it was cold, so we turned back and parked in the Thunder Valley Casino lot. Making as much space as we could in the back of our beat-up truck, we spent part of Saturday night there. I climbed in first, and Tom, after making sure no one was watching, followed, pulling the hatch shut behind him. We lay huddled together, shivering, trying to stay quiet. People couldn’t see in well, but we could see them. Did any of them know what it was like to be broke and homeless? Did they take their homes and food for granted? Did they think only the lazy, the alcoholics, and the addicts ended up like us? Did they think their worst fears could never come true? What made them more deserving? We worked as hard as anyone, maybe harder.

Tom was afraid to sleep, worried his snoring might draw attention, and I was too cold, uncomfortable, scared, and angry to sleep myself. When he went to use the restroom in the casino, I lay there shivering, mentally cursing a God I wasn’t sure existed.

Eventually, I couldn’t take the cold and had to pee, so I went inside, used the restroom, and had Tom paged. Without money to gamble, we tried to blend in at the restaurant; he got a soda, and I ordered coffee. God only knew how much longer I needed to be awake. Our waitress, Dee, noticed our situation and told us about Kampgrounds of America, even offering soup on her tab. We declined the soup but thanked her for the KOA information. Unfortunately, it wasn’t free as she’d said, and going to a campground just wasn’t an option without a tent or money. Everywhere we turned, we seemed trapped in a real Catch-22.

By 4:00 AM, knowing we wouldn’t get any real sleep, we left the casino and headed for Walmart, where Tom browsed the store while I mostly stayed in the truck, lying down to calm my nerves. Around 7:00, we returned to storage to pull more things to pawn—the digital camera, a diamond I’d won, and finally, our laptop. While Tom was inside, I managed a 45-minute nap in the truck’s front seat.

The pawnshop didn’t open until 11:00, and as we waited, exhausted, I couldn’t shake the feeling of doom. The thought of not getting enough money to survive until our new debit card arrived was overwhelming.

Finally, when the shop opened, Tom went in first to see if they’d accept what we had. A moment later, Tom returned with good news—the pawnshop would give $65 for the diamond. I used my ID to complete the sale since Tom had left his at the casino the previous day. We’d laugh later about how he didn’t want to mention this in front of the pawnshop workers, knowing they might judge us less favorably if they heard the word “casino.”

We now had enough for one night at the motel. After pawning the laptop, camera, and diamond, we returned to the motel, where I finally met Michelle, the person I’d only spoken to over the phone thus far. Mixed feelings hit me as we re-entered that familiar room. I didn’t want to be there, but we desperately needed to shower and do laundry, even if it meant washing clothes in the tub. Also, it was more comfortable to sleep in a real bed, as opposed to the back of a pickup.

The room felt enormous compared to the cramped truck. We set up our remaining things, including a desktop computer from storage, and took showers. With only 45 minutes of sleep in over 30 hours, I ended up sleeping on and off for 14 hours, despite waking frequently from stress. The whole time, I wondered if we’d get our new debit card or if we’d be back on the street the next day. I was afraid of what I’d see in my dreams but more afraid of reality. Sleep, however fitful, was my only escape.

The next day, Monday, Tom couldn’t work because he had to figure out a way to get more money. He sold a gun sight I’d won, buying us another night’s stay but not enough for gas or food.

When Tom called the temp agency and card company, they gave conflicting answers, saying a new card could be expedited, but only if it didn’t arrive by Monday. After calling his boss Tuesday morning, she surprised us with her generosity, giving him $100 for gas. But even with the $100, we were far from stable. It bought us a room for Tuesday night, some food, and a little more gas. But after those expenses, we were back to square one—completely broke.