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[sallage]

Apologize

One Shots

Warning: This is an (intense?) tickle fic!

Summary: Kidnapped for ransom, Bakugo's captor desired a peaceful coexistence, but his own temper led to a loss of leniency, making his captivity… less tolerable.

Pairing: Lee Bakugo, Ler ? (OC)

Words: 2,989

Reading Time: 12 Minutes

A/N: I wrote this yesterday at 1 am so it might be whack but I was totally inspired by @wreckingtickles most recent fic, Say The Line, Bakugo! Hehehe Enjoy!

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“Fuck you, FUCK you, FUHUCK YOUUUU!” 

Spittle sprang from Bakugo’s mouth as one set of hands dug into the bottom of his stomach, right above the waistline of his shorts while a pair of writhing tendrils squirmed over the upper part, occasionally dipping teasingly over his quivering flanks. 

The tendrils seemed to have been shape-shifted hands, as they were connected to a pair of normal looking wrists, but he currently didn’t have the ability to make sense of it.

He glowered down at his powerful body with spiteful eyes as hands and tendrils pulled undignified sounds from his throat. 

His body was pulled taught in an X position on an oversized metal table with holes spaced a few inches apart, dotting either side of his limbs and outlining the length of his body. 

His hands were forced open, fingers trapped under custom made pieces of metal that curved around them like rings, preventing him from closing them into fists. 

A straight and horizontal pole jutted outwards from the holes placed along the edges of the table, parallel to his knees. It had the appearance of a slender clothing rack or rod, featuring a long indent running across the bottom and stretching over the entire length of the table. The pole stood a few feet above the flat surface, its purpose stumping the hysterical blonde.

His feet were bare with long soft strings woven around each of his toes which were attached to a strange, cog like machine that rested on a custom made shelf welded onto the table. Two machines were placed a few inches above both of his ankles.

He pushed his head back, and attempted to shift his body from side to side, despite how useless it was with how tightly he was restrained. 

A voice echoed throughout the large, presumably empty room.

“Are you gonna be nice to me now?” 

Bakugo writhed and growled, the pair of hands steadily squeezed and fluttered their nails all along his lower stomach, scratching at the sensitive spots above his hips and using all four nails to hold, scratch, and undulate across his sides.

“Count your fffffucking days, you dumbass! You’re gonna rr-regret this!”

Bakugo had woken up in the dark, unable to move and quizzically, unable to use his quirk. Before he could muster enough cognitive function to form a coherent thought, light dimly brightened his form, leaving the rest of the room shroud in darkness.

A voice informed him that he’d been kidnapped but no harm was to be inflicted. They both would wait patiently for the ransom money to arrive, then Bakugo would be released shortly after the person behind the voice was granted a generous head start.

Bakugo, of course, couldn’t just lay there without initiating some sort of provocation. 

As a result, he’d bite his bottom lip so hard it could split when random hands and tendrils shot out of holes on either side of his torso, automatically working his sides and belly. 

He shifted a few centimeters to the right when the hand on his left used their nails make infuriatingly ticklish grabbing motions at his flank, then shifted back to the left when nails on his right lazily did the same, trapping him in a weird interpretation of horizontal salsa. 

Tendrils writhed along the upper part of his stomach, each individual one spreading out to tease, pinch or wriggle against the heated skin, his black tee stripped before he’d woken up.

Bakugo exhaled loudly through his teeth, spit flying from his mouth. 

“An answer would be great!”

“Shut UPP!” He demanded, yelping not even a second later as both hands pinched the skin above his hips. 

“Yeeeesh, I’ll take that as a no.”

Bakugo sucked in a large breath when hands poked out of every other hole, staggering themselves along either side of his arms. 

A pair of hands were stationed at his hands, another by his forearms, another at his elbows, and another at his biceps. Each hand was holding a stiff feather, hovering threateningly.

Bakugo chuckled, more out of arrogance than from the ministrations of his tormentors. 

“You think fucking feathers are going to do shit to me, motherfucker?”

There was no response except for the hands, who used their fingers to maneuver the feathers, brandishing the quill instead.

Before Bakugo could release another string of obscenities, all of them started lightly scribbling, dragging, and swirling the quills all along the length of his arms. 

Bakugo spluttered, a strangled noise forced out of his throat. 

The points at his hands traced across the stretch of his fingers, taking turns scraping at each individual one while the other traced the creased lines of his palms. 

He tried desperately to use his quirk, but he couldn’t ignite a single spark.

Quills squiggled down the hardness of his forearms, drawing light cursive shapes up to his wrists, then softly and maddeningly drag them back down in tight zig zag motions.

The ones at his elbows attacked the sensitive inner part, while also branching out and swirling around to outline the skin above and below. 

And finally, quills traced and outlined the contours of the twitching muscles that made up his biceps. They teased all over the flexing muscles, lingering over the sensitive skin just above his armpits and using repetitive motions to outline the top rim.

Bakugo’s struggling increased, as did the volume of his instigations. He hatefully glared at the hands as they found sensitive spots all along his arms.

“How about neeeoooooww?” A pause. “You gonna be nice to me now?” 

Bakugo shook his head. “You- y- Geh!” He flinched and jolted, grinding his teeth in frustration, unable to even curl his hands into fists to expel some of the ticklish energy. 

“Geh- get these damned things- aH-ooffah me!” 

The quills posted at his biceps and hands were causing unexpected problems. They lightly teased at the skin above his pits, only occasionally lifting away to prevent desensitization. Every time they came back, he jumped and bit the inside of his cheek. 

The ones at his palms weren't any better. He couldn’t believe how the sharp scrapes and flicks made him writhe in mirthful frustration as they followed the creases that fanned out across the top, center and bottom of his palms. 

His scrunched face bore the resemblance of someone who’d stepped on a Lego after they’ve already stubbed their toe.

“What’s the magic wooooord?”

“J-jump ahahaff a fuckin’ bridge!” Bakugo spat, angry and strained veins visible and pulsing along his neck. 

“That was definitely more than one word. And none of them were magic.”

Startlingly, two grey medium sized balls resting on a short and skinny flexible rod popped out of the holes on either side of his neck, the hole being perfectly fitted by their circular base.

Bakugo jolted and pushed his face to the side, watching as the ball slowly spun around, revealing only one thing on its glossy surface.

A realistic looking mouth with a tongue lolling out of it like a dog.

“W-Whuh-” 

He was cut off when, like a bendable lamp, they craned down on either side and began kissing, licking, and nibbling along the sensitive skin. 

One nibbled a ticklish path up from the base of his neck, under his jaw, and just below his ear, while the other nipped and licked up and down his collar bones and the base of his neck.

They each attacked their respective spots, punching an embarrassing high pitched squeak out of Bakugo. He writhed and tried to shrink and scrunch his neck, but only managed to push the side of his face to his shoulder, which consequently left the other side open to a more precise attack.

“NeeyaHAHAhaha WHAhahat theha- NahaAHAHahah! f-fucking grohohoss! STAHahahahap!”

Bakugo was caught in ticklish limbo. He jerked his head from side to side, the action yielding not one second of relief. 

“Well, you told me to jump off a bridge! What else was I supposed to do?”

“Juhuhump AHAhahaff it!” Bakugo spasmed and pushed his hips the few centimeters that were allotted off the table, trying to get away from the prodding hands that tore his attention away when they veered off course and pinched his hips. He jolted with yell when tendrils squirmed and drew small, probing circles over the bottom of his ribs.

“That’s pretty bad advice. If I jumped off a bridge, then who would press this button?” 

Two claws erupted from the holes at the edges of the table, smoothly gliding up the metal pole. The indent allowed them to move effortlessly along the length, mimicking the motion of a makeshift claw machine. 

As they reached the position above his legs, the claws wavered momentarily before awkwardly attempting to pivot their five, hand-like pincers over his knees.

Bakugo's curses echoed loudly throughout the room as the claws painstakingly adjusted themselves, each movement slow and methodical, akin to an arcader angling a claw machine over a coveted prize, before slowly descending. 

Despite Bakugo's efforts to avoid the inevitable, his squirms and wiggles proved futile. With a final touch, they gently landed on his bare knees, their up and down jellyfish-like movements sending a wave of ticklish spasms through his legs.

Bakugo would have done a spit take if he was drinking… Well, anything.

“PPFFFTNhahahHAHA! oOOooh fahahk! AGHH Waah- NOHOHOHO!” That last "no" was punctuated with a guttural growl as the assault to his knees worsened, the claws now spinning and scratching over his convulsing skin. 

He was having so much trouble keeping it together, and none of these spots were overly ticklish in the first place.

Individually, at least.

“Y’know, I was okay with enjoying a quiet night while we waited for the pros to wire the money, Maybe share a laugh or two, but you couldn't go a single dang minute without insulting me.” 

The voice paused. The only sounds echoing in the room were of Bakugo’s struggles, restrained giggles, grunts, and huffs.

“Okay, I’ll make you a deal. If you apologize, I’ll pull everything. sound good?”

Bakugo shook his head, mostly out of mirth and perseverance as the mouths relentlessly attacked any open spot they could find.

 “Ihihih- AGHH! Ihihihm not ApohohoHAHAhlogizing to you, fuhcker! Eat shihihit!” 

A sigh of faux disappointment. 

“Alrighty then.” 

Two hands shot out of the holes on either side of Bakugo’s hips. His eyes widened.

“No! dohohnt you fuckin’- NOHOHOH, YOU FREHEHEAK!” 

Two hands, armed with massager guns, ran the vibrating, punching tips all over Bakugo’s pelvis.

They pressed the tools onto his hip bones and rounded to the sensitive spaces on top and underneath, even expanding to the quaking skin below his belly button and back again.

“OHO FUCK! SHIHIHIT! SHIT! STAHAHAP! HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!”

“Apoooologize.”

“NOHOHOHOHO!”

"Okie."

Hands shot out of every hole along his thighs.

They bent and and squeezed along the pressure points above his knees, scribbled over the lower inner muscles, scritched all along the middle, moved up to tease the skin along the legs of his shorts, and pressed their fingers and thumbs into the tendons of his upper inner thighs. 

Despite the threat to his neck, Bakugo threw his head back, guffaws pumping out of him like an out of control fire hose.

“FFFFFAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAK! WHAHAHA! OH SHIHIHIHIT! STAHAHAHAP! AAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! HAHAHA!”

“A! - P O L O! - G I! - Z E!”

The voice spelled out the word in a cheerleader chant, sounding like they were busting a move with each letter.

“FAHAHAHAK YOU!” Bakugo screamed, face cracked in half with ticklish glee.

“Woooooooooow, you’re a glutton for punishment, arent you? Dont worry, buddy, I got you.” 

Two hands shot up from the holes, one over each of his armpits. 

Bakugo blanched.

“NUH- NOHOHO! FUCK NO! DOHOHONT YOU FUCKIN’ DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO NONONONO!AHAHAHAHAHAH! WAAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHP! STOP STAHAP STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAP!” 

Bakugo absolutely lost it when the hands descended, pressing portable electric back massagers with rotating bristled feet against the center of his armpits, furthering the overwhelming sensations by rotating them slowly over the expanse of his slick, sweating hollows.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAD! AHAHAH! STOOOOOOP! STAHAHAHAHAP, YOU FUCKING BAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

Bakugo thrashed against the restraints. His knees twitched, his hips bounced and his head whipped from side to side, up and down, spraying small droplets of useless sweat. 

“STAHAHAHHAP! GEHEHET THEM OFF! GEHEHET THEM- AHH! WHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! HAHAHOW MANY OF YOU FUHUHHUKERS ARE DOWN THEHEHEHERE?!” 

“You’re truly doing this to yourself, man.” 

Bakugo was too hysterical to pay attention to whatever nonsense they were spewing, his mind hell bent on getting the tickling to stop.

“YOU MOHTHERFUHCKER! STAHAHAHAHAHAP! ILLKILLYOU! ILL FAHAHAHAKING DRAG YOU OUT OF- AAAAH! NOOOOHOHOHOHOHO!” 

“Now you’re just being impossible.” 

“WHAHAHAHAHA WHAHA- WHOA WAIT! WAHAHAIT WAITWAITNOWAIT!” 

Bakugo helplessly thrashed as hands shot out of the holes on either sides of his ribs. 

A wide array of probes varying in length and size stuck out from a mechanical saucer like disc, attached on a rotatable silver ball on a short metal handle. The hands positioned the disk so the probes hovered menacingly over his ribs. 

To his absolute horror, the hands pressed a button on the side of the handle, and the probes whirled to life. Circling, jabbing, and wiggling in all different directions. The whole thing looking like some whack, tortuous hair diffuser.

“Aaaaaand~”

“NOHOHOHOHO! FUCK YOU! DONT! DOHONT YOU FAHAHAHKIN- WAIT! WAITWAITWAIT-"

The hands pressed the evil diffusers onto Bakugo’s ribs, the mechanical terrors covering most of the tortured blonde’s ribcage. 

“Touchdoooooown!” 

Bakugo threw his head back and arched his spine, a high pitched scream ripping out of his throat before the intensity turned it silent. 

“WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA————————————-————————————————!” 

His voice gave way to raspy desperation as he ran low on air, but had more than enough laughter to give. 

With a resentful scowl, Bakugo watched as chaos gripped his body, tormenting him with unforgivable precision.

He let out a frustrated, gravely scream and tossed his head back once more when the hands started moving the mechanical diffuser over the entirety of his reddening ribcage. 

He felt the little probes dig, wiggle, rotate and goose his skin, the sensation like a million marching ants frantically scattering all over him.

They moved again, settling at the top of his ribs. They pressed the saucer down so the protruding rim was flush against him. The moving probes sunk into his skin, torturing the nerves from top to bottom and between the bones.

“NAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHA! OKAYSTOP! OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYYYYHAYHAYHAAAYYYSTOOP! STOPSTOPSTAAAAAAAAHAAAAHHAP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! I'M SHAHAHHARY! I'MFUCKINGSORRY! JUHUHUST- PFFFTTT! STAHAHAHAP! GEHEHAHAHAHA AHAHAHFF HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GEHEHEHEHEHEH IHIHIT- AAHH————————————————————————————————-“

“Hmmm, I dunno. You’ve been really mean to me since you woke up. For like, no reason.”

“WAHAHAHHAHAHAHAT?! FAHAHAH- I FAHAHAHHAAKIN SAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH———————- I SAIHIHIHAHAHAHAHHAH—————ISAIDIWASSAHHRY!”

“Yeah sure, but you really hurt my feelings. I might need some time to really think about it.” 

“OHOHOH MAAHAHAGAHAHAHD!! SHIT SHIT SHHIHIHIT! AAAAHHHH! NAAAHH FAHAHAHK YOU! YOUFUCKINGPIECEOFSHIT! ILLFUCKINGMURDER- NOOOHOHOHOOOOOO! FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUUHUHUHU! STAHAHAHAP THIHIHIS! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA————HAAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!” 

“See, why would you say all that when I’m trying to forgive you?” A loud sigh. “I guess you’ll just have to lay there and think about why that wasn't a good idea.” 

Two pairs of hands shot out from the holes on either side of his feet. 

Through his uncontrollable tears, he saw his life flash before his eyes.

“NO! NOHOHOHOHO WAAHAHAHIT! I'MSORRY! IM FUCKING SAHAHAHAHRY! PLEHEHEHESE! PLEASE DOHOHOHONT! DOHOHOOOOOOOONT!” 

Two hands on either side held oval shaped wet-hair detangling bushes while the others were adorned with grooming gloves.

He expected them to attack, but was caught off guard when the mechanical cog devices over his ankles whirled to life. He could only shake his head as the string looped around his toes went minimally slack, only for all of them to start threading through his toes.

“WAHAHAHAHAHA! OOOOOHOHOHOH FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!! HOLYSHIT! FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA————-HAHAK! PLEASE! PLEHHEEEE———"

“Don’t worry, I’ll try you again in an hour or so. Then we can revisit your attitude problem. Ciao!”

“WHAHIT! WHAITWAITPLEASEDONT-”

The hands struck.

The grooming glove scrubbed and waved vigorously at the top of his foot, scrubbing and scratching at the sensitive balls and undersides of his toes. The wet hair brush took care of the rest, brushing wildly against the arches, heals and the sides of his feet. The other foot wasnt better off, dealing with the same ministrations but in opposite positions. 

At some point, a hand popped up behind his head, equipped with a flexible metal pronged head massager that to the blonde’s utter bewilderment, tickled like hell and sent goosebumps roaring all along his skin.

Pushing his head up only maneuvered the massager to slink its torturous prongs down the back of his neck, up the back of his head, and behind his ears. Which was arguably, so much worse. 

So he forced his head down, in control of it for about two seconds before he lifted it up again in mirth, the sloppy kisses, licks and nibbles from the mouths never ceasing their unrelenting attack.

Amongst all the calamity, he jumped out of his skin when he felt hands tracing and scratching up and down his spine and along the outer edges of his lower back. His eyes widened in painful disbelief as he realized there were holes underneath the ungodly table.

His back, sides, and hamstrings were targeted from below, successfully clouding his comprehension of reality.

All he could do was take it,

“WHOOAAAHOHOHOHOMYFUCKING GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHD! PLEASE! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEMAHAHAHAHAKE IT STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAP! MAKETHEM STAHAHAHAHAHAHP IMFUCKING SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARRY! IMSOFAHAHAKINGSORRY!"

And laugh,

“PPFFFTTNAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—————————-ICANTFUCKINGDOTHIS! OHMYGAD I CHAHAHAHNT! ICANT! OHOHOHOHOOO, I CAHAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHA--------!"

And laugh,

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! WHOOAAAHAHAHAHAHA! KAHAHAHAH! WAAAHAHAHAH! PLEEEHEHE—————HEHEHEHEHEHE———————HEHHESE! AHAHAHA——————! FAAAAAA———————HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!” 

And laugh.

"H-----------HAH---------------! AAHHH-------------------HAHAHAHAHHAA! FAHA---------------------! PLE--- PLEHE------------------!"

Bakugo’s mind rolled. His red, raw, and sweaty body buzzed with electricity as the tools glided across his abused skin with ease. 

He wailed and apologized, cursed and thrashed, but none of it was enough. 

More often than not, his laughter turned silent, reminding him that he would continue to lie there, forced to take it for the next hour, completely at the mercy of his own damn sensitivity.

[scotianostra]

21st March 1901 saw the launch in Dundee of the Royal Research Ship Discovery, the ship that would help Captain Scott make his name as an Antarctic explorer.

Designed for Antarctic research, she was launched as a Royal Research Ship (RRS) in 1901. Discovery was the first ship of its kind to be constructed specifically for scientific research. She was also the last wooden, three masted ship to be built in this country and is the only one that survives.

The basics of the ship were built on the same principles as the whaling ships - hundreds of them worked out of Dundee in the 19th and early 20th century.

The Discovery's first captain was the famous explorer 'Scott of the Antarctic'. Captain Robert Falcon Scott, was appointed in 1901. He was Born in Devon, England, basically a shy man who also had great courage and strength. It was said that Captain Scott was responsible for the errors that turned his expedition into a disaster. However, research in the past few years has discovered that it was some of the men under Captain Scott's command, who disobeyed his orders that led to tragedy.

Another famous explorer joined Captain Scott on RRS Discovery's first voyage and that was Sir Ernest Shackleton. He would later sail in another famous ship the 'Endurance' in 1914-16.

Since 1996 Discovery has been berthed at Dundee, and is a major tourist attraction to the city, the ship however is said to be one of the most haunted in the world and paranormal teams regularly set up all sorts of equipment on the ship, I wonder if our resident expert on the paranormal, Leonard Low has anything to say on the subject?

Anyway, one of the main spirits said to roam the ship is that of Charles Bonner. While Discovery was leaving New Zealand, the young seaman fell from the crows nest, on the mainmast, landing head first onto the deck, crushing his skull. Quite a few independent psychics have picked up on the seaman and feel that he is still a strong presence on the ship. His spirit is said to be most powerful on the deck at the place where he fell to his death. It's also been reported that people have sensed and seen the spirit of Shackleton roaming around the ship and it may be his spirit that has been observed in one of the cabins. Psychic mediums have also picked up this presence on numerous occasions. Other apparitions include the spirit of a little boy and shadow figures are seen roaming the ship in various areas.

Electricity seems to attract the spirits on the Discovery. In the cabin that belonged to Ernest Shackleton, light bulbs constantly blow despite the area being checked by electricians. In addition when the 'Ghost Club' investigated the ship, light bulbs in Captain Scott's cabin were found to be dislodged from their fittings.

The Ghost Club investigators experienced strange movements of a rope. This was a very heavy ship's rope that couldn't be moved simply by walking past, so why it began swaying remains a mystery. In addition investigators felt the chairs or benches that they were sitting on being moved by an unseen force.

There are also frequently the sound of footsteps roaming around the ship. These have been heard by people and also caught on recording equipment. Investigators have yet to find out who is making the footsteps - could it be Charles Bonner or Ernest Shackleton?

There is also one interesting account of a visitor to the ship who had spent some time talking with a sailor, but no one else could see the person she was speaking to. Similar events have happened with other visitors to the ship, where they have seen a spirit that looked solid and stopped to talk to him only to realise later that the person was not anyone alive connected to the ship.

[tiredkershyff]

Birds of Feather

DC x TWST

Summary: Tim Drake is a trouble magnet, everyone knew it. Well, it was time for new problems!

on ao3 Chapter 1: I've been feeling lightheaded since I lost enough weight to fit back in my skin Chapter characters: Tim Drake, Grim the Greatest, Dire Crowley Warnings in tags

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Ah… My dear beloved,

my noble and beautiful flower of evil,

You are the fairest in the land.

──Mirror, mirror on the wall,

who is the most…

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Tim was a bit dizzy, thought tumbling one over each other, trying to make him come to senses. The words, those words were ringing in his head, and they were concerning. What in Snow White was this? Part of him wanted to point at the particular creep known as Ra’s Al Ghul. He would definitely call Tim ‘dearly beloved’. And ‘the flower of evil’? Another speech about ‘come to the dark side, we have cookies’? No, thank you. (God, he is really getting under my skin)

But put away such thoughts, he needed to deal with the situation on hand: WHERE THE HELL IS HE!?

Okay, he was incased in some type of box, the size is just enough to let him a little room to wiggle. It was not a wooden crate for sure, that was obvious from touching it. It was a solid hard material that definitely held some weight in it, smooth and cold to touch, so it was probably some polished stone. It was hard to say what exactly it was, Tim couldn’t see anything, but it might be marble or something similar. 

Tim pushed walls, to see which would move, and only the first one responded to his action. For now Tim decided to let it stay closed. He needed to assess the current situation, his state and equipment. It would be stupid to rush right away without giving it at least some thought, it looked like he might have some time for it. 

Although he better not to spend too much time. The front lid was heavy enough and didn’t allow any airflow if it was untouched, so the situation with oxygen was a bit difficult. Yeah, Tim could open the lid a little bit, but who knew if it would catch someone’s attention or not. So no sneaking some oxygen inside. So he had some time to think, but the time was not unlimited. 

The first question was, why was he here? The second one was where was he? And the third one when was he? His mind was so confused, so who knew for how long he was held there, plus the time-space shenanigans happen so it was always worth considering it.

So, the first one. Why? Tim could remember clatter of hooves, horses neighing, wheels creaking, rolling on the stony road. Those memories were blurry, but he was able to piece it all together. So, it was most likely some type of carriage. That was a bit of an archaic way to kidnap someone. They also keep him in a fancy box, judging by the material. Could it be the Court of Owls? Those assholes are pretentious enough to do this. But still, it was a questionable choice. 

Tim examined himself, to find more clues. The wig on his head, the heels on his feet, it already was a give-away that he was in a Caroline Hill disguise (unless they for some reason decided to dress him up like a girl). The texture of the wig was familiar enough to think it was Caroline’s, he spent a hefty amount of money on the new one, so it would look completely genuine and wouldn’t be itchy. Light touches on his face also confirmed the makeup on his face. Small prosthetic chest and hip padding were the final confirmation of his theory. (I’m glad I don’t have those big boobs like first time, those are much better)

That led him to some thoughts about other reasons on why he could be kidnapped. It was less likely that it was because he was TDW or RR. Were they targeting Caroline in particular? Or someone in the medical industry? Or were they targeting women in particular? Tim doubted someone would uncover his disguise and target him because of it. 

He also was wearing some type of long attire made out of some smooth material, cold to touch, reminding him of silk. That… led to interesting thoughts. It felt like those were some ceremony robes and he was going to be sacrificed by some cult. Probably just his paranoid mind whispering those ideas. But Tim hated how probable this scenario was. (Or maybe it’s some weird-ass ritual from Ra’s)

He didn’t have his utility belt, not like Caroline had it. He did, however, have some cards in his sleeves. Or, well, birdarang and batarangs. It was hard to actually pull them to properly touch them to understand which properties they had. He didn’t have space to put them back. So he slid just one down in his hand. It was an electric one. (Okay, that’s a good one. I wish I had my disks though)

By the look of it, he would need to adapt on the spot and use his surroundings after all. 

Now, to the where question. The probable kidnappers were: Ra’s, Owls, some weird cultists and a percentage for other people (who wanted to have fun, who targeted a specific group, who chose on random, to either kill, torture, sell and a lot of other fun activities). That was… A lot of variables to consider. 

Whatever it was, he would need to decide to be RR or CH in this situation. 

At least the assessment showed that he didn’t have a concussion or even bruises, which meant they were gentle with him. It excluded some minor options. Or, they beat him to near death and the small amount of Lazarus Waters he had kicked in. Though, it would heal only the immediate fatal injury if he was on a ley-line. And then it would have a cool-down, like it was some fucking game. So, they probably were gentle. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a commotion outside. Someone was trying to open the lid, and obviously struggled with it. So it wasn’t someone who kidnapped him, they would have a way to open it without any trouble. So it was someone unfamiliar with it, and, presumably, weak too. Did they want to help? Or cause harm? In any case, Tim gripped his birdarang a tid bit stronger.

He heard a high-pitched voice talking about people coming soon. So they were a third party. And they were talking about getting a uniform. So they presumably needed Tim’s attire. An interesting choice of voice for this cloak. 

Tim decided to open the lid. Judging by the information the person outside said, people were coming soon, and those are definitely his abductors they were talking about. Not good. But it meant right now was the prime chance for an escape, there was only one person outside currently. 

And as he did that, the person said that they were going to use their secret move. So when Tim peeked outside, he was met with a circle of blue fire. He hoped it was a trick that made it blue, because actual blue fire was the hottest. 

As Tim was readying to use his weapon, he saw who was causing all this ruckus. A cat. A goddamn flying cat. (Was it like Teekl?)

“Kyaaa! Why are you up?! And what a girl is doing here?!” It screeched, it looked scared. 

So this gives him some new information. Firstly, apparently he wasn’t supposed to be awake. If he was drugged, that meant his training helped. He wasn’t sure what made him wake up earlier if the cause was different. The second piece of information was the surprise of seeing a girl. So he was less likely to be kidnapped for appearing female. This place was not meant to be for women. If the cat needed a uniform, maybe to blend in or for other personal use in a non-female place, he could be male-presenting. 

While doing the mental gymnastics, Tim gave a quick look-over of this place, his theories about it being a cult resurfaced again. The room was dark, not fully lit. The first thing that he noticed were floating coffins with some ornaments and glowing round stones in the middle. The windows had metal ornaments in the best Gotham traditions. And the chandelier was made out of a clutter of chains with glowing purple stones. But what made his breath hitch and his body freeze was the fountain with a green liquid. It was more goo-y and paler in color, but… The place had an incredible Gotham atmosphere and they used to have some pits with Lazarus Waters. Who knew what could’ve happened with them in the shit-hole that Gotham was with her hazardous water. On top of the fountain was a floating mirror.

So it was a cult. It didn’t look like League, they would use different aesthetics. The placement of coffins indicated it was not the Court, they would do it differently. But Gotham had enough cults on its own. 

At least he knows the where question. Not fully, but even this was helpful. 

The cat was not happy with Tim ignoring Grim the Greatest. (Grim? Like Grim Reaper? Maybe he needs the uniform in hopes of getting into this cult?)

The cat also made a cute attempt to attack him, but Tim easily dodged it, ducking and making a quick escape to one of the exits he noted earlier. The creature was not fast enough to catch up to him, so Tim managed to outran him and discovered himself in the library. He perched on top of one of the bookshelves, the dark cloak worked perfectly with concealing himself in shadows. Plus, this place was poorly lit. 

“Uuugh, you, puny human! I will find you and you’re gonna regret crossing the Great Grim!” the cat exclaimed, getting all worked out. (suure)

Tim was spinning the birdarang in his hand, looking over the library, noting the path through the bookshelves and possible exits. The creature was going to set the place ablaze and Tim started thinking about giving him a mild shock, but was interrupted by the sound of a whip, hitting Grim. (Is it hypocritical of me calling it too much? I was going to electrocute him… Yeah, it’s hypocritical. Still going to call it too much and shame this guy at least in my head)

“This is not a mere rope, but the Whip of Love!” the man exclaimed. A man that looked like someone who could pass as one of the Gotham crazies. If he had a PhD then he would definitely count as their Rogue. Really, most of them had PhDs. Bruce forbade them from becoming Doctors so they wouldn’t become part of the Rouge gallery. Jokes on him, Tim already worked with Catwoman when he was a kid, and now was wanted by InterPol. Although, B didn’t appreciate Tim dropping out of the high school and refusing to go back citing the no PhD rule. 

Also. (Did he just call it the Whip of Love?! What in the name of BDSM is happening right now?!) 

“And you!” the Crow man exclaimed, looking directly at Tim, which made him instantly wary. This immediately placed this bird into a dangerous category for noticing him so easily. “Ah, one of the new students…” he said in a calmer tone.

A student. A fucking student. (THIS IS SCHOOL?!) he screamed in his mind. With that the second thought followed: (He uses this BDSM whip at school???)

So the cat meant school uniform… It was an all-boys school? There were no such schools that looked like that in Gotham. Although the cult theory still worked, some of them worked like that. People wouldn’t immediately realize it’s a cult, and they either realize it when it’s too late or they get brainwashed. Well, he will need to investigate it from the inside. The second time he did that. But… This place had a lot of floating stuff, the cat was obviously magical. And there was a big chance the school either abducted or lured people with magic, and Tim didn’t have an ounce of that. Meaning he would have to pass it on to Zatanna and would help with it in some other way.  

“I finally found you. You shouldn’t have left the Gate on your own!” the Crow furry exclaimed. The Gate… Did he mean those coffins? Why Gate though? (Gates to Hell, Gates to Heaven… Some cults love religious themes. Huh, they could actually use religious guilt and promise to ‘cure’ those kids, while binding them to their use) 

Again, those were just wild theories that always ran through his mind. Most of them were just theories passing by, with a very low chance of being true. But he was also proved multiple times that even those low probable theories were true. Also, Bernard just amplified this urge to make crazy theories at every moment. 

He will roll with the student role right now to learn as much as he could, until the matter of him having no magic will present itself. Then he would see how the situation would unfold to decide how he would have to leave.

Meanwhile the crow man started talking about his familiar breaking rules, how it was so rebellious… Nope, he’s not rolling with this one. Nuh-uh. 

This cat would ruin everything with his attitude alone. And, as Tim predicted, Grim immediately protested. Crow ignored him.

“Now, come out,” the man asked him. (I’m bi. Ah, wait, that’s not what he meant)

Tim gracefully landed in front of the staff member, removing the hood to see the reaction on him looking female-presenting. 

“A girl? What? Or..?” The Crow was confused. 

The ‘or’ indicated on him thinking Tim was trans. But what way? Did they think Tim was a trans guy who either didn’t transition yet or decided to look like that for another reason? That would be progressive. Or did he think Tim was a trans girl, but because he was AMAB he was here? That would be… No. But what about intersexes? Crossdressers? Enbys? Ah, so many questions. “We will deal with it after the ceremony,” Crow shook his head. God. No, it was a 100% cult, Tim will stop thinking otherwise. He didn’t need to hurt his brain even further worrying with thoughts if it was or was not a cult. 

Although, it was in a way helpful. Who knows how they would react to him having no magic. Maybe he would cite him being a girl to dip? Part of him wanted to do a Valley Girl accent, but instead decided on a British accent, the strong one like Alfred had. He lived with that man for a few years, he even adopted a few words. Although, it wasn’t like Bruce had it. Half of his vocabulary was British words and he often slipped to that accent when he was tired or didn’t care much. Dick had it to some degree and so did Jason. Though, when tired Dick would slide into a Romani accent and Jason into the Crime Alley talk. Tim, however, would descend into a French accent in most of the cases. When he was a kid he would even use French words from time to time, the result of being raised bilingual (though, there were Korean words from time to time, but not enough to make him trilingual). It was most noticeable when he was way too dizzy, hadn’t slept for days or was under a lot of anesthesia or a lot of pain meds. Fun times. 

“I doubt I am a student here, there must be a mistake,” he started. “I don’t even remember how I got here,” he made a bait for an answer. This time the furry guy actually listened to him!

“There’s no mistake! You got here through the Gate, after all. Although, you are quite eager, aren’t you? Leaving the gate before the ceremony… Ah, the ceremony! It probably is well under the way. Let’s head to the Mirror Chamber!” The man was so full of joy. Disgusting. Tim already didn’t like the guy. 

They went to the ‘Mirror chamber’, probably that place with coffins, seeing how it had a floating mirror there. 

“This little buddy blew the lid off. And I don’t remember going through any ‘Gate’”, Tim huffed. 

“Your familiar is your responsibility,” Crow man said and Tim scoffed at it. “And any student who wishes to attend this Academy must go through the Gate’s door,” answered the furry. “Normally the students wake up only after the door is opened with a special key…” he continued. Tim decided to interrupt it. 

“Well, then why wasn't mine closed? There was no key-hole too,” Tim noted. 

“That’s weird,” the crow man frowned and said it mostly to himself.

Tim’s bird brain immediately went to playing a meme in his head. (That’s weird. That’s suspicious)

“Anyway!” energetically said the staff member. “The open ceremony is about to end. Let’s haste!” ushered the crow.

“I don’t understand where I am, or who you even are!” Tim said in a bit demanding tone. Not a loud one, more on a scolding side. Though, British itself could sound like that no matter what you say if you want to. 

"Oh my, are you still dazed? It appears that teleportation magic has left you disoriented," the bird dude, the bird fella, the guy in a mask said.

(Magic. He said the magic 'magic' word. And so I was teleported here, huh)

"Well, it's alright. It happens pretty often!" The staff member explained.

(NO IT'S NOT ALRIGHT YOU MORON)

"I shall explain everything to you. Ahh, my kindness is boundless!" The bird serenaded to himself. (Oh god, he is a broken reflection of those people on Galas, who donate money and praise themselves for it endlessly)

As they went to the courtyard, the bird man continued: “And I am Dire Crowley, the Headmage appointed by the chairman to take care of this place.” (Crowley? Could’ve figured this much. And Dire? Well, that’s certainly the way. He would fit in Gotham so well), "This is Night Raven College, the most prestigious academy of Twisted Wonderland for those who are blessed with a rare aptitude for magic," and whoo bay was it a big can of worms to open.

So he was right about magic, and about them abducting people with it. Because, yeah, magic was still rare, but they made a school for it. That was a front for a cult and didn't even try to hide it. Although, the atmosphere could be mysterious on purpose, to appease kids. Plus, none of the magic users he knew mentioned something like that. And they would, seeing how it looked so Gotham, just to tease about their gothic brand. 

And, Twisted Wonderland? What in Lewis Carrol did he mean? 

"I don't–" Tim got his confirmation. So it's better to confront that man about Tim having no magic now, instead of in the middle of the ceremony. And of course he was interrupted.

"Only those who the Dark Mirror perceives as talented in magic are admitted to the Academy. Those are summoned by Gates which could appear anywhere," the crow man kept feeding him information without any thought.

So, it could appear anywhere. Such an easy way to kidnap. Could spin the story about them being so talented, that they were the 'chosen one' to study here. And why was he transported without his equipment then? Did it just drop right where he was standing before being abducted? That could be bad. 

"Anywhere? Then why–" started Tim, only to be interrupted again. A bit more and he was going to go full on Janet Drake on him.

“An Ebony Carriage carrying a Gate should have come meet you”

(Ebony? Ebony Dark'ness Dementia…Focus!)

“I don’t recall such thing,'' managed Tim to say something. 

“Huh? Seems like you had a bit of a bad reaction to the transportation…” murmured Crowley more to himself then to him. “Anyway! Let’s go to the entrance ceremony!” (god this man is awkward…)

Grim was trying to say something, but no one cared enough to listen to him. 

When they came closer to the ‘chamber’, they heard people talking about Headmage. Huh, looks like students weren’t thinking much about him as well.

But then all looks were on him, as Crowley asked him to go to the mirror. Tim tried to argue, but Crowley really wasn’t listening. That's bad.

“Wait, a girl?”

“What girl is doing here?”

“Maybe that’s…”

“State your name” said the ominous mirror, floating on top of /not/ Lazarus Waters. Tim tried to look as confident as he could. It really was time for Janet Drake.

“Caroline Hill” he said with some dominance in his tone.

“Your real name, boy” (Aw, there goes my cover)

––––

“Wait, what?”

“So… it’s a dude?”

“For real?”

“Since when is the mirror transphobic?”

“It wasn’t before…”

After some pause Tim tsked in the manner some socialists did. Or Damian. It was bad, because explaining later why TDW was here? But it looked like there was nothing he could do, not with all those people around, who all presumably had magic. Too many and he wasn't prepared enough.

“It’s Timothy Drake-Wayne, mirror,” he said, proud of his name.

“Hmm, the shape of your soul… is tarnished and unknown to me”

(Tarnished, you say…)

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(sounds about right)

[nieded]

You said Danny has always been one of the most respectful and respected drivers on the grid, but wasn’t he criticized for saying some pretty grossly sexist things about women in motorsports, and then downplaying Horner’s sex pest scandal?

i don't think i recall him ever saying anything sexist about women, but i do remember that he was dismissive about horner's sex scandal when it first came to light. i'll acknowledge that. personally, i do think horner did some shady ass shit, but nobody has actually proven that those texts weren't fabricated (i have read them all 🙃🙃🙃) such as through actual phone records instead of screenshots, and of course, all of red bull's internal reviews which found nothing at fault are 95% bullshit. i think they tried to escalate it to the fia, but it was dismissed? that said, i don't think it's inappropriate for danny to redirect questions about it without conclusive evidence. it's for sure murky waters though.

the more vocal drivers about human rights have been vettel and hamilton (and sort of more recently verstappen, but that has been more personal than about supporting others). the thing they all have in common is that they are world champions and their voices hold more weight. a lot of drivers get in sticky situations and unfortunately have to be careful about what they say if they want to keep their seats (see breonna taylor and all the protests hamilton led. see other drivers getting fined for wearing shirts that support human rights.) i'm not saying danny is perfect, but we also have to admit that f1 is not a friendly or welcome sport to a lot of people, which i have addressed a lot in #rr and in the notes.

when i say that he respected, i mean for his talent and personality on the grid and what that's done for the sport. when is say he is respectful, danny is always the first one to apologize if he causes an incident or ruins another person's race. he never gets angry on the radio. he never attacks other drivers, even in the heat of the moment. yuki has come on record to say that he has learned a lot from being danny's teammate on how he communicates with the team for a more fruitful partnership instead of getting angry when things don't go right. he sets a pretty high bar compared to other drivers. he has been put through the ringer and still smiled for every interview as people were personally attacking him this weekend. i think that's rare and should be celebrated even if i also find the situation sad.

i love danny. maybe that makes me biased so take that for what you will. it's not going to change my feelings on how this whole situation has been handled this weekend.

[worldwithinworld]

I'm wondering what if julian lived would that change the course of the story a lot?

I think it really would! That one death made a big impact.

Obviously, if Julian had killed Darrow, that would make for a very short series! 😆 I assume, though, that we're talking about a situation in which Julian was paired with someone else at the Institute and won or even just hadn't gone to the Institute. @randomnoteforfuturereference planted the thought in my head years ago of Howler Julian, and I love the idea! Julian hanging with Sevro's misfits and finding his own power after being underestimated all his life. Cassius not really being sure how he feels about this development. It's all good!

If Julian survives, then he, Cassius, and Darrow would likely all be friends by the time the Institute ends. Now, without the conflict between Cassius and Darrow, it's hard to say if Darrow would have emerged as quite the leader as he did in RR, but I believe he'd pull off something impressive. If he's friends with the Bellona twins, though, then he'd likely choose to work for their family, even if he'd still gotten close with Mustang. The Bellona and Augustus families were both very powerful, so he might as well choose the one that isn't led by Eo's killer. With Darrow no longer choosing House Augustus, Nero doesn't get to use picking up the ArchPrimus to distract from his crazy son's defeat. House Bellona wins this round, whether it's Darrow as ArchPrimus or Cassius, and the balance of power tips in their favor, more than they even suspect by having Darrow on their side rather than on Augustus's. So then I'm not sure if the war between their houses even gets started. Though, if it does, it might not be Darrow who lights that fuse. Perhaps it would be the Jackal, whom Nero reluctantly decides to give more authority for lack of many options.

And then, I don't know where the story goes from there, especially for Darrow and the Rising. I'd like to think that Cassius and Julian get on board with the Rising even sooner than it took Cassius in the books. We saw Julian be a bit of a follower to Cassius, but we know that Cassius very much cared what Julian thought of him and said he turned on the Society in honor of Julian. So, it could be that Julian could be the leader in this instance.

[medfetabdl]

An overview of the Philips MP5 from the outside from an engineer’s perspective

I’ll explain everything in the most basic and interesting way as I can I’ll go over everything on all 4 sides of the monitor, if people like this then we’ll take a look at the insides of the monitor as well

Front View:

1: Mount release button. Pushing this button unlocks the internal mechanism that locks onto the quick release mount.

2: Speaker. I have tape over it to try to make it not as loud, I think it goes without saying that all the sound the monitor produces comes through here

3: Mains AC indicator light. Just an LED to tell you if the the monitor is plugged into mains power

4: Battery indicator light. Lights up green when the monitor is running on battery or when there is mains power and the battery is fully charged. Lights up red when the battery is charging

5: Power indictor light. Lights up when the monitor is turned on

6: Power button. White rubbery plastic button that turns the monitor on or off

7: Alarms Off/ Paused indicator light. A red led that lights up if alarms are paused or off to remind hospital personnel that they are off/ paused.

8: Alarm indictor LEDs. Flash red or yellow or stay solid red, yellow, or blue depending on the severity of the alarm. Blue is low priority things like no pulse oximeter connected, no ecg leads connected, low battery, or can’t analyze. Yellow is medium priority alarms, things like HR, SPO2, RR, Temp, BP going out of the set alarm minimum or maximum, minor arrhythmias (skipped beats, Afib, tachycardia, bradycardia, etc…) Red is high priority (the sound that turns on most people who are into resus) things like: SVT, Extreme tachycardia, extreme bradycardia, VFIB, V-Tach, Asystole

And then there’s obviously the large 8 inch touch screen LCD. This one is a resistive touch screen as opposed to the capacitive touch screens in most phones, tablets and other devices. There’s 2 reasons for using a resistive touch screen: 1 is that they are far more reliable and durable compared to capacitive touch screens, capacitive touch screens usually always use glass where as resistive screens use plastic. The second reason is that resistive touch screens can be pressed with anything so it makes it really easy to use with thick gloves, isolation suits, the back of pen, or anything else, as opposed to capacitive touch screens which require the thing pushing it to have natural capacitance like human flesh.

Right side view

1: IEC mains input. This is where the power goes into the monitor, I’ve read the whole service manual and it says that in order to comply with regulations you must use a hospital grade power cord. I was lucky the monitor came with a hospital rated power cable but to be honest it makes no difference what type of cable you use for home use the regulations are just there because they are required in hospitals. There isn’t much of a difference between hospital grade and regular service rated power cables. A hospital grade power cable is usually 16AWG-3 SJTW (16 American wire gauge, 3 conductors, Service Junior Thermoplastic Weather resistant insulation) whereas standard household rated IEC cables are 18AWG-3 SJT (18 American wire gauge, 3 conductors, Service Junior Thermoplastic insulation (not rated for wet locations)). This monitor has a universal switch mode power supply in it, which means it can take any voltage from 100 volts AC to 240 volts AC at 50 to 60 Hz frequency, which is the range of all electrical systems worldwide. I’m surprised it has a switch mode supply in it, they tend to be very noisy (produce a lot of electromagnetic interference that interferes with the sensitive components in the rest of the device) and they generally aren’t used because they don’t always provide full isolation from mains or they don’t provide as much isolation as a standard medical rated transformer-rectifier supply.

2: On board recorder. This is a 50mm monochrome thermal printer. It can print status reports, ECG recordings, and a few other things. I haven’t tested it because the paper is hard to find for a decent price.

3. Battery compartment. This compartment holds an M4605A Lithium-ion 10.8 volt battery. (That part number is probably a roll over from the HP Viridia line of patient monitors because Phillips bought the rights to all of HPs patents for the Viridia line so a lot of the stuff for intellivue and Viridia are backwards compatible. The only reason I say that is an HP part number is because they really liked to put an A at the end of almost every model number of something they made) The monitor didn’t come with a battery so I bought a used one for $20, a new one directly from Philips is $700. The 6th pic is the battery itself, it has a built in state of charge display. It’s a 65 watt hour (6000mAh) capacity battery using 18650 cells. The capacity of mine has dropped to 5700mAh. The monitor uses about 1.1 amps from the battery during normal operation so I can get about 5 and half hours of battery life.

Left side view

1: Output for Non invasive blood pressure (blood pressure cuff) pretty simple, but interestingly after reading the service manual, you can stick a hex key in the slot and actually replace just that connector

2: SPO2 input (pulse oximeter) input for a pulse oximeter, fast SPO2 is a trademark of Masimo referring to some kind of “special” technology they use. (I put that in quotes because I’m pretty sure it’s the same as all other pulse oximeters) you can get a few different types of pulse oximeters for Philips monitors. There’s 2 types of finger pulse oximeters, clip on, or adhesive/ Velcro (the Velcro and adhesive ones tend to be disposable and more often used for long term monitoring or for pediatric patients, they can also go on a toe) There are also ones that clip onto the lobe of the ear, but they aren’t used very much, probably due to not as good accuracy.

3: ECG input. This connector is the input for ECG electrodes. It’s a 12 pin connector (service manual actually gives a pinout) the reason it’s 12 pins is because this connector can support 3, 5, 6, 10, and 12 lead cables. This connector is used on all Philips monitors, and it’s actually backwards compatible with Hewlett-Packard/ Agilent technologies Viridia line of patient monitors (something of which my grandfather who recently passed away built prototype parts for when they were being developed) I think Philips bought the right to use all of HP’s patented connectors and hardware for patient monitors that also includes the classic alarm sounds I much prefer over the standard ISO alarm sounds. The modern intellivue line of Philips monitors evolved from the HP/ Agilent Viridia line of patient monitors.

Rear side view

This is where things get interesting because this is different on a lot of MP5 monitors, that’s due to this rear I/O being a card inside the monitor that can be swapped out. This card happens to be the full configuration card with every I/O option available for this monitor.

1. USB port. Used to connect a mouse and keyboard, or a barcode reader. The barcode reader can be used to quickly scan barcodes on medications so they can be input into the huge amount of info the monitor can collect. It can also be used to scan patient wrist bands or staff ID cards

2. Nurse call relay output. This is where things get a little more technical. This 3.5mm jack is connected to a relay that turns on every time an alarm goes off. What’s a relay? It’s basically a switch that can be turned on and off with an electromagnet, this allows me to wire up just about anything so that when an alarm goes off it turns on too. This was a really interesting part in the service manual because it said to change the relays configuration from normally open to normally closed you literally have to desolder a surface mount resistor from the PCB. I’ve never seen a service manual say to desolder something to change its configuration.

3. RJ45 LAN Ethernet Jack: this is used to connect the monitor to the hospitals network infrastructure including data storage servers, patient data servers, others monitors on the network, telemetry consoles, and much more. I’ve done a little playing around with this but unfortunately haven’t gotten very far because I’m currently taking care of my grandmother at her house and my servers that I have to mess around with things like this are at my house so I can’t play around with any of the software options currently.

4: Video Output: Just a standard VGA video output to connect it to a larger external monitor. My old monitor had this but it wasn’t setup on the stock configuration and I had to tap into it with a molex connector on the motherboard.

5: Ground connection for ECG: This is used for testing and calibration but if I had to guess it’s on the outside of the monitor and not hidden away inside for compliance reasons.

6: Mains earth connection. This is also here for testing purposes. The inside of the monitor has a metal frame that serves 2 purposes. 1 is added rigidity to help it stand up to being dropped and abused (which happens a lot in hospitals because things are so high stress all the time). And 2 is EMI shielding. EMI is electromagnetic interference, basically all the different frequencies of radio waves that are constantly surrounding us. The amplification circuitry responsible for amplifying the tiny electrical signals put out by the heart that are tiny fractions of a single volt is quite venerable to any interference because the electromagnetic waves can have higher power than the signal you’re trying to amplify thus making the signal appear noisy (when it looks like it has a bunch of fuzz or something instead of a thin line). To counter EMI we can use the idea of a faraday cage. A faraday cage is a simple concept, you surround whatever you are trying to protect from EMI in an electrically conducive material (usually some kind of metal) and you connect that thing to the ground (quite literally shoving a wire in the ground). This works because all electromagnetic waves want to find their way back to the earth somehow, so by putting our sensitive circuits inside a grounded metal box all the electromagnetic waves that hit the metal will immediately be absorbed and led to the earth where they want to go completely bypassing our sensitive circuitry. According to the electrical code of pretty much any country, any electric device with metal exposed to touch must have a connection to mains earth. That’s why most cords have 3 wires instead of just the 2 you normally need to complete a circuit. This connection to mains earth is because in almost all mains electrical systems the neutral wire (the wire that the electrons return to the source from) is the earth or is at least bonded to the earth. That means that if you touch a live wire and you are standing on the ground the electricity can travel through you and electrocute you. Sometimes you don’t even have to be touching the ground to still get a shock and that’s due to the natural capacitance your body has. You are capacitively coupled to the electrical grid at all times and that means you can draw tiny amounts of current from your body, not anywhere near enough to do any damage to your organs as it’s only a few micro amps, but this is the reason for an ECG signal appearing noisy if the filters aren’t set correctly. If the live wire connected to the device accidentally makes contact with the metal housing then there’s a possibility you could be electrocuted because you are touching ground or at least capacitively coupled to it. To counter this is that green ground/ protective earth wire that is connected to the devices metal housing will carry the current back to earth because it is much less resistive than you and electrons always take the path or least resistance. This will result in a short circuit and will trip a circuit breaker but it’s much better than being electrocuted.

That was a long one but I hope you learned something. I think I’ll do a walkthrough of the software side of things and a look at the parts inside. Throughout this whole thing I referenced the service manual several times. A service manual is a manual provided to a repair technician that explains how to, setup, test, calibrate, and take apart the device, and sometimes they go as deep as including the schematics of all the circuits in the device. These days they are pretty hard to get your hands on because companies don’t want you to fix your stuff and would rather you just buy a new one. However I found the service manual for the MP5 very easily with 1 Google search. It’s about 300 pages long and is filled with information about these monitors that not even most health care professionals know. It lists the passwords for all different operating modes in the software, how to connect the thing to a network, pinouts of all connectors, info on how to test it, a whole section dedicated to how to take the thing apart, a list of the part number of each component in case you need to order a new one, the layout of the channels for the short range radio module inside, and so much more.

[jackoshadows]

Here goes a theory I stumbled upon and couldnt believe existed: so aparently George has said in some interview somewhere that "the magic side of asoiaf is the least important and what matters is the real relations between the people of the story" and.... this led to the person concluding that all magic people/people who perform any supernatural power will come to die until the end of the books and that will mean peace will finally reign in westeros. Also, the person considered the way Jon would stay alive despite having some magic of rhollor in himself.

Im still trying to process this theory. Thoughts?

George has said in some interview somewhere that "the magic side of asoiaf is the least important and what matters is the real relations between the people of the story"

Really? I have never come across fantasy writer George RR Martin saying that the magic is the least important part of his story. Can someone send me this interview.

I have read this one though:

And it is important that the individual books refer to the civil wars, but the series title reminds us constantly that the real issue lies in the North beyond the Wall. Stannis becomes one of the few characters fully to understand that, which is why in spite of everything he is a righteous man, and not just a version of Henry VII, Tiberius or Louis XI. 

And this one:

Tommy’s me … but no more than all the others. Robb is me in “Song for Lya,” as Dirk is me in Dying of the Light … though Arkin Ruark and Jaan Antony in that one are both me as well. Abner Marsh is me, as his proud sidewheeler Fevre Dream is the excursion boat to Far Rockaway, only the passengers drink blood instead of Kool-Aid. Sandy Blair is J-school me, Peter Norten is chess club me, Kenny Dorchester is me trying to lose weight. Holt in “The Stone City,” he’s the kid lying in the grass, staring up at distant stars. Trager is me on a dark night of the soul, bleeding poison from three wounds named Josie, Laurel, Rita. Jon Snow has me in him, and Sam Tarly. The women too, Lyanna and Shaara, and the girls, Arya and Adara … Daenerys Stormborn, searching for that house with the red door. And Tyrion Lannister? Oh, yes. The Imp is me in spades, the horny little bastard.” 

And this one:

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to middle Earth.

[darrowsrising]

Hello! I hope i’m not bothering you, I wanted to ask something about the conquering era and you literally are a RR encyclopaedia: as we are getting bits and references to silenius &co, i was wandering where was exactly the moral high ground back then. idr if this was expressly stated in the books, but it’s clear golds hold the story of the conquering in a way which is almost myth-like, so i was confused, because on one hand the light bringer thing and the rebellion against the occupation of the american empire looks fair, but again on the other hand it’s the word of a fascist society still. maybe good intentions ruined by desire of power? was ever stated in the books, for example, darrow’s opinion? hope this makes sense ahahah

Hello,

I love answering asks - most of my interesting takes come from them - so you never bother me with them. Thank you for your ask.

Thank you also for your compliment, but the true enciclopaedias are @violethowler and @hyena-frog

I use mostly my memory, while they actually keep detailed quotes. And they are more interested in the Conquering Era than I am. I am a Reaper Era kind of girl - Ave Messor.

I think we should keep a timeline in Reaper years too - in the 34th year of our Lord and Saviour, The Reaper of Mars, The Morning Star, Bringer of Light, Breaker of Chains...; - 100 years Before Reaper; etc.

I will tell you my take on it, not sure of the accuracy of events, but this is what I understood, giving that the eradication of homo sapiens started as a result of the Conquering.

Earth became too authoritative and destructive for humanity to be able to live on - climate change/scarce resources/overpopulation/ecosystems wiped out due to war. They created the Colors to adapt to harsh environments and literally survive after Earth has been pushed to its last breath (a World War III and other stuff). The purpose was to fast track terraforming on nearby planets, so that humanity would not end. They engaged in eugenics and other fucked up stuff. But the Colors were not above homo sapiens. They were the pet projects, bred to ensure humanity's survival.

But what Earth thought would be their salvation, quickly became their enemy and subsequent death. Earth learnt from their mistakes too late. They obviously tried to destroy the Colors and stop humanity from becoming forced into classes, but it was too late. Earth lost control on their pet projects, they wouldn't provide for their masters, they wanted to be the masters.

Luna was the first to be terraformed and it quickly became the main place of power, although we still understand in the present timeline that Luna cannot be protected or fed without Earth. Luna, mainly if not totally populated and controlled by Colors, bit the hand that fed her. The Golds led the conquering, led the war Colors through battles, led the other Colors to rebuild humanity into a neat and tidy society.

Earth allied against the common enemy, but it was obviously too late. Obviously, authoritative regimes bred the environment - Earth was stiffling progress (very capitalist phrasing, but that is actually a reasoning they used a lot in the books to explain the Conquering) by witholding resources to bend them to their will and acted as masters, not as fellow human beings. Hard to mine and feed the Storm Gods on Mars, Venus and Mercury when Earth is your only source of food and water. At least that is how I interpreted.

This bring me to my point - the reason why Golds insist Colors are above homo sapiens is the very Conquering. That is what started the entire bias for the 'original' human race, even a Red is considered above homo sapiens. It is okay to learn from them, respect that humanity had them at some point in the natural evolution, but always know that they are dead for a reason and never coming back. There is a reasob why Golds are the peak of the pyramid - they were at one point one step below and they refused to ever be like so again.

Earth wanted to exterminate their 'failures' and save 'true humanity'. They came close, but failed and perished for it. They found out too late that...facism is bad. Idk how exactly to express it. They simply had to get pushed against the wall to see what they have done, the consequences of their own actions. They sort of grew a moral backbone for a bit, but too little too late and not enough.

However, every camp has its disidents - Akari au Raa had fundamental differences with Silenius au Lune. Silenius' vision became more proeminent and followed, so Akari's vision was vilified - which has consequences today in the Core-Rim tensions. I understand that Lady Victory had a hand in it, according to rumours, the more obvious one being reflected in the cultural differences of Rim Golds and Core Golds.

And obviously, the pyramid system ended up eating itself up. So no one was really ever in the right. It is a vicious cycle, but even when you look at it from a flat point of view - Earth oppressed the Colors, then the Colors pushed back, won and opressed one another. If Earth had won, maybe they would have learnt their lesson once and for all, maybe change for the better, look for peace and harmony with nature etc. Maybe they kept doing it. But the Golds won, so we'll never know. Slavery was on the table for them anyway - they were never going to change that fundamental thing, regardless of views. And now we have Reaper, so it's getting way better.

Silenius has a razor called Lightbringer, he was the initiator of the Conquering, the charismatic leader that brought together and inspired people to fight with him. He was a very apt politician as well because it is easier to conquer than to mantain a reign - Virginia herself follows his teachings, as they are universal truths, regardless of regime. I believe he was also called as his razor is, because he brought light/inspired hope in uncertain times. Lysander says he brought order to chaos, I think it is interpretable.

However, the point still remains, moral highground between homo sapiens and homo aureate? I think both sides are bad. I honestly do not think the Golds fell upon Earth for nothing, or just because Earth was bitchy. There was obvious cruelty and vileness at play. But also, what the Color system wanted from humanity is equally cruel and vile.

Again, maybe Earth would have finally stopped and reassed and reorganize into something kinder, which still matters, as far as the story, or at least some characters, are concerned. I understand that from the hatred towards the Conquerors lowColors seem to have and their belief that slavery wouldn't have happened if it weren't for Golds. I don't necessarily agree for various reasons, but I understand why it happens. I think anyone would dream of something like that in their position, maybe even be frustrated that it does not exist.

I don't think Pierce is trying to give anyone the moral highground, to be honest. He's using them as lore/history tools for his worldbuilding. It also affects some of his characters, especially the new POVs. It's obviously harsher towards the fascist conquerors and their actions - especially the sterillization of the homo sapiens population, but it also does not exactly victimizes the Earth, he uses it as a causionary tale that the Golds should have listened to, but didn't - the more they tried not to be like the Old Earth, they ended up in the same place, maybe even worse.

He's just trying to explain why things are the way they are, which I think he's doing a good job of.

Af least this is what I believe, given the information that I have. I might be wrong on some stances though (if anyone has more details, please spill and correct me 😄 it's not Darrow related)

Speaking of Darrow, I remember Virginia in GS, recounting the events of the Conquering, important Gold history to Darrow, while he sounded almost digusted, instead of proud. That was one of the first instances when I think she was...suspicious of him, maybe he hated the Gold Houses. But we never truly get his feelings on the matter, although he obviously would not side with the slavers. If someone knows lore, please add to this.

Thank you very much for your ask,

Howl on 🐺💖

[grandeur-elite]

10 Exquisite Pooja Room Interior Design Ideas for Modern Homes

Every home has a sacred space dedicated to spirituality and reflection: the pooja room. As modern living spaces evolve, so too do the designs of these tranquil sanctuaries. At Grandeur Elite, an esteemed interior design company in RR Nagar, we believe that your pooja room should seamlessly blend beauty with functionality, embodying your unique personal style. Here are ten exquisite pooja room interior design ideas that will transform your sacred space into a serene haven of elegance and spirituality.

1. Serene Minimalism

Embrace the allure of minimalism by creating a serene pooja room that prioritizes simplicity. Opt for an uncluttered layout adorned with soothing neutral tones, which fosters a calming atmosphere. A sleek wooden altar paired with soft, ambient lighting enhances tranquility, making it an ideal setting for meditation and reflection.

2. Warm Wooden Accents

Infuse your pooja room with warmth and sophistication through rich wooden elements. A beautifully crafted altar, accentuated by elegant cabinetry, creates a harmonious balance between tradition and contemporary design. Incorporate open shelves to display religious artifacts and treasured decorative items, adding character to the space.

3. Vibrant Color Palettes

Awaken your senses with bold, vibrant colors that breathe life into your pooja room. Shades such as deep crimson, royal blue, or lush emerald can create stunning contrasts against a neutral backdrop. Use colored tiles, painted walls, or decorative accents to craft a visually captivating environment that reflects your personal style.

4. Contemporary Glass Features

For a modern flair, integrate glass elements into your pooja room design. A glass cabinet or partition can elegantly define the pooja area while allowing natural light to filter through. This design not only keeps the space bright and airy but also maintains the sacred ambiance, ensuring a peaceful setting.

5. Artistic Wall Panels

Transform your pooja room into a masterpiece with artistic wall panels featuring intricate carvings or captivating murals. These stunning elements can serve as a breathtaking backdrop for your altar, adding depth and a unique personality to the space.

6. Clever Storage Solutions

Maximize space and maintain a tidy appearance with innovative storage options. Built-in cabinets or thoughtfully designed shelves can help keep your pooja essentials organized and easily accessible. Choose designs that seamlessly integrate with the overall aesthetic of your home, ensuring a cohesive look.

7. Nature's Touch

Bring the calming essence of nature indoors by incorporating plants and organic elements into your pooja room. Indoor greenery enhances tranquility, while features like natural stone or small water fountains create a serene atmosphere that promotes relaxation and contemplation.

8. Striking Lighting Elements

Lighting is essential for setting the mood in your pooja room. Utilize soft, ambient lighting combined with elegant pendant lights or chandeliers to create a warm and inviting glow. Incorporate LED strips to accentuate specific decor pieces or features, adding a touch of modernity to the design.

9. Personalized Décor

Infuse your pooja room with your personality by incorporating personalized decor. Family heirlooms, meaningful photographs, or cherished artwork transform the space into a sanctuary that resonates with your spiritual journey and reflects your values.

10. Multi-Functional Designs

In today’s versatile living environments, flexibility is crucial. Design your pooja room to serve multiple purposes, such as a meditation or reading nook. Use adaptable furniture and fluid layouts to create a multifunctional area that seamlessly integrates with your lifestyle.

Conclusion

Crafting an exquisite pooja room that embodies your modern sensibilities is not just about aesthetics; it’s about creating a serene sanctuary that nurtures your spirit and fosters connection. At Grandeur Elite, we are dedicated to bringing your vision to life, ensuring that your pooja room is both visually stunning and functionally practical. Whether you prefer a minimalist approach or a vibrant, artistic flair, we are here to help you design a sacred space that you will cherish for years to come. Let us transform your pooja room into a haven of peace and elegance, where every detail reflects your unique journey of faith and tranquility.

[shashblogs]

MAJOR MOHIT SHARMA Myself Rocky and I am writing this blog on my inspiration MAJOR MOHIT SHARMA. One of the greatest and best leader Indian Army can have.SO LETS BEGIN Major Sharma was born on 13 jan, 1978 in Rohtak Haryana. From the very early age he wanted to join Indian Army and serve his second mother for rest of the life. When he get young he gave Exam of NDA(NATIONAL DEFENCE ACADEMY) and cleared it in his first attempt. His parents don’t want him to join army as it is very risky, they hide his calling letter from NDA but anyhow major sharma manage to find that he is selected for training and he went there. He was one of the best Cadet of NDA and he got medals in SWIMMING, HORSE RIDING AND BOXING. After passing out from NDA he went to IMA and completed his training of becoming “MEN FROM A BOY”. IN 1999 He got commissioned as LIEUTENANT in Indian Army and sent to the 5th Battalion of Madras Regiment. After few years of service he got chance to work with RR and was a part of OPERATION RAKSHA in which he led his team to eliminate the terrorists attacked on Parliament. For his Excellent leadership and Bravery he got CHIEF OF ARMY STAFF COMMENDATION LETTER from Chief of Army Staff. There he met lots of special forces personnels and in 2002 he gave his first attempt but due to some health issues he got disqualified but again in 2003 he gave 2nd attempt and Cleared the provision AND JOINED 1st UNIT OF PARACHUTE REGIMENT. Her mother was so angry on him because he joined the most dangerous unit but luckly his first posting was in Punjab. In Punjab he met Captain Reshma Sharin, they both felt in love and ON 19th December, 2004 They both married. Every thing was good but then he got call from Kashmir where there were a plan to operate an UNDERCOVER OPERATION in which any one have to cross border go to HIZBUL and eliminate two top rated terrorists ABU TORARA AND ABU SABJAR. Major Sharma nominated himself for this task(again a great reflection of Bravery, courage and Patriotism) He started growing his beard and hairs so that he could look like a terrorist. He crossed border and met both of them and said them that Indian Army had killed his brother few years ago and he want to take revenge. He showed them the plans. HE lived there for 2 weeks. One day before the operation Abu Torara find something suspicious about him and start investigating about him. Then major sharma throwed his AK-47 and shouted “IF YOU DON’T HAVE TRUST ON ME KILL ME, WITHOUT TRUST THERE IS NO MEANING OF THIS OPERATION” as soon as Abu Torara turned major Sharma took out his 9mm Pistol and killed both Abu Torara and Abu Sabjar. For this operation his assigned name was IFTHIKHAR BHAT. He went back to India and living normal life. But in at 20th March 2009 he got intel that there are some terrorist hidden in the jungle of Kupwada, Kashmir. AS soon as he got the intel he went on the spot with his team and take info of surrounding. Then he splited his team in groups and start insurgency. After few minutes he saw terrorists and start firing. Terrorists were also firing on them he ordered everyone to take cover. He used LIGHT GRANADE LAUNCHER AND KILLED 4 TERRORISTS and while saving his teammate he got hitted by a bullet on his chest and fallen down. His troops said him to fall back but he refused and keep on firing with his single hand. His last words were “MAI THEEK HU, INME SE EK V BACH KE JANE NA PAYE” after operation when he was in the way of hospital in Srinagar he left his body and went in heaven. IT WAS A GREAT LOSS but his Sacrifice still motivate lots of youths lik

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Pulsar Bajaj NS 400 An exciting journey for today's cyclists

Both recreational riders and motorcycle enthusiasts have a great deal of interest in the Bajaj Pulsar NS 400 model. This is a performance-style bike with a lot of muscle, a powerful engine, and many other features that make it the perfect choice for any serious rider. To help you better understand the Pulsar NS 400, we will discuss important technical facts, riding tips, and answers to some commonly asked questions in this blog.

An Synopsis of the Pulsar NS 400

The bajaj pulsar ns 400 is the most recent model in the range of pulsars that have been available in the Indian market. With its strong style and modern features aimed at a variety of riders, including novices and experts, the NS 400 stands out from the competition.

Important Details

Engine: The 373.2 cc single cylinder, liquid-cooled, four-stroke engine of the Pulsar NS 400 produces a maximum torque of about 35 Nm at 6,500 rpm and approximately 39.5 horsepower at 8,000 rpm. The 6-speed transmission that comes with this engine allows for flexible acceleration and smooth gear changes.

Performance: The target market for this motorbike is enthusiasts of fast speeds, with a maximum speed of roughly 160 km/h. The bike is among the most efficient in its class because it can speed to a maximum distance of 100 km in seven seconds.

Design: The bajaj pulsar ns 400 has an aggressive look with sharp lines, a large fuel tank, and sporty headlamps. It has a computerized instrument cluster that shows vital details including gear position, speed, and fuel level.

Brakes and Suspension: The NS 400's handling is equipped with a 300mm-diameter front disc brake and a 230mm-diameter rear disc brake to guarantee strong stopping power. The bike's perimeter frame, telescopic front forks, and monoshock rear suspension let it ride comfortably on rough and difficult terrain.

Experience Riding

Navigating on the bajaj pulsar ns 400 is even more fun than it typically is. These bikes are reasonably rider-friendly, comfy for daily riding, and capable of handling longer rides as well. These engines provide a respectable power output, which makes them ideal for overtaking and rapid acceleration with superb throttle response. These bikes have good handling, so riders can maneuver through traffic with ease.

Advanced Features

The Pulsar NS 400 is packed with features that enhance its appeal:

Fuel Efficiency: The bike has a 12-liter gasoline tank, but despite this, it gets about 30-35 km/l of mileage and isn't as fuel-guzzling as other bikes in its performance class.

Safety Features:The dual data ABS braking system on this bike makes stopping effortless, even on wet surfaces.

Lighting: The product's headlamp is equipped with full-LEDs to increase riding safety, particularly at night.

FAQs About Pulsar 400 NS 

1. How much does the Bajaj Pulsar NS 400 cost?

The Bajaj Pulsar NS 400's pricing ranges from INR 1.75 to 2.00 lakh, contingent upon the model and geographic area. Prices might change as a result of extra accessories and dealership promotions.

2. Is the Pulsar NS 400 good for beginners?

Although the Pulsar NS 400 is easy for novice riders to handle, riders with some prior riding expertise will benefit more from its power and performance.

3. What shades of the Pulsar NS 400 are available?

With the Pulsar NS 400 coming in black, blue, and red, riders can select the color that most fits their personal style.

4. In what ways does the Pulsar NS 400 differ from its rivals?

The Pulsar NS 400 competes with motorcycles like the KTM Duke 390 and the TVS Apache RR 310. While all these bikes offer great performance, the NS 400 is often praised for its balanced blend of power, comfort, and affordability.

Conclusion

The Bajaj Pulsar NS 400 under evaluation is a model that satisfies every requirement pertaining to the motorcycle's performance and stylish elements. Featuring a strong engine, functional options, and a sharp look, it conquers the most important niche of motorcycle consumers. The NS 400 promises an exciting ride that is rare to come by, making it an excellent choice for riders who are either weekend warriors or everyday commuters. Thus, the Bajaj Pulsar NS 400 is a motorcycle to take into consideration if you're hoping to get one that will thrill you with its speed and low price. Enjoy your ride!

For more information: See More About Bajaj Pulsar NS 400 on Road Price.

[scotianostra]

The RRS Discovery was launched into the Firth of Tay on March 21 1901

Designed for Antarctic research, she was launched as a Royal Research Ship (RRS) in 1901. Discovery was the first ship of its kind to be constructed specifically for scientific research. She was also the last wooden, three masted ship to be built in this country and is the only one that survives.

The basics of the ship were built on the same principles as the whaling ships - hundreds of them worked out of Dundee in the 19th and early 20th century.

The Discovery’s first captain was the famous explorer ‘Scott of the Antarctic’. Captain Robert Falcon Scott, was appointed in 1901. He was Born in Devon, England, basically a shy man who also had great courage and strength. It was said that Captain Scott was responsible for the errors that turned his expedition into a disaster. However, research in the past few years has discovered that it was some of the men under Captain Scott’s command, who disobeyed his orders that led to tragedy.

Another famous explorer joined Captain Scott on RRS Discovery’s first voyage and that was Sir Ernest Shackleton. He would later sail in another famous ship the 'Endurance’ in 1914-16.

Since 1996 Discovery has been berthed at Dundee, and is a major tourist attraction to the city, the ship however is said to be one of the most haunted in the world and paranormal teams regularly set up all sorts of equipment on the ship

One of the main spirits said to roam the ship is that of Charles Bonner. While Discovery was leaving New Zealand, the young seaman fell from the crows nest, on the mainmast, landing head first onto the deck, crushing his skull. Quite a few independent psychics have picked up on the seaman and feel that he is still a strong presence on the ship. His spirit is said to be most powerful on the deck at the place where he fell to his death. It’s also been reported that people have sensed and seen the spirit of Shackleton roaming around the ship and it may be his spirit that has been observed in one of the cabins. Psychic mediums have also picked up this presence on numerous occasions. Other apparitions include the spirit of a little boy and shadow figures are seen roaming the ship in various areas.

Electricity seems to attract the spirits on the Discovery. In the cabin that belonged to Ernest Shackleton, light bulbs constantly blow despite the area being checked by electricians. In addition when the 'Ghost Club’ investigated the ship, light bulbs in Captain Scott’s cabin were found to be dislodged from their fittings.

The Ghost Club investigators experienced strange movements of a rope. This was a very heavy ship’s rope that couldn’t be moved simply by walking past, so why it began swaying remains a mystery. In addition investigators felt the chairs or benches that they were sitting on being moved by an unseen force.

There are also frequently the sound of footsteps roaming around the ship. These have been heard by people and also caught on recording equipment. Investigators have yet to find out who is making the footsteps - could it be Charles Bonner or Ernest Shackleton?

There is also one interesting account of a visitor to the ship who had spent some time talking with a sailor, but no one else could see the person she was speaking to. Similar events have happened with other visitors to the ship, where they have seen a spirit that looked solid and stopped to talk to him only to realise later that the person was not anyone alive connected to the ship.

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Top Bikes Under ₹3 Lakh: Featuring Traction Control for a Safer Ride

If you’re in the market for a new motorcycle, your budget plays a significant role in determining the right fit. Fortunately, in India, there are a wide range of bikes under ₹3 lakh that come loaded with modern features like traction control for added safety. In this guide, we’ll explore some of the best bikes under ₹3 lakh that deliver a perfect balance of power, performance, and safety.

1. TVS Apache RR 310

One of the best bikes under ₹3 lakh, the TVS Apache RR 310 is known for its sporty performance and premium features. It comes equipped with a 312cc engine producing 34 bhp, offering smooth performance for daily commutes and long rides. What makes the Apache RR 310 stand out is the rider modes that include traction control, ensuring stability even during high-speed rides.

Price: ₹2.99 Lakh Key Features:

312cc engine

Traction Control

SmartXonnect system with Bluetooth

Dual-channel ABS

2. KTM RC 390

The KTM RC 390 is one of the best bikes in India for under ₹3 lakh, offering a perfect mix of speed and safety. With a 373cc engine and 43 bhp, this bike is built for thrill-seekers who don’t want to compromise on safety. It features traction control, which is essential for maintaining balance and preventing wheel slippage during cornering or wet conditions.

Price: ₹3.16 Lakh (on-road, slightly above budget, but worth mentioning) Key Features:

373cc engine with 43 bhp

Traction Control System

Dual-channel ABS

TFT display with smartphone connectivity

3. Bajaj Dominar 400

The Bajaj Dominar 400 is a value-for-money option for those looking for a powerful touring bike under ₹3 lakh. Powered by a 373cc engine with 40 bhp, this bike is equipped with a traction control system, ensuring safer rides on long highways or unpredictable terrains.

Price: ₹2.29 Lakh Key Features:

373cc engine with 40 bhp

Dual-channel ABS

LED headlights

Traction control

4. Yamaha R15 V4

The Yamaha R15 V4 is another strong contender when it comes to finding the best bike under ₹3 lakh. With its 155cc engine and impressive performance, the R15 V4 is a popular choice among younger riders. Though it doesn’t offer traction control, its quick-shifter feature is a welcome addition, making it a standout in the 150cc category.

Price: ₹1.81 Lakh Key Features:

155cc liquid-cooled engine

Quick-shifter

Assist and slipper clutch

Fully digital instrument cluster

5. Honda CB300R

The Honda CB300R is a compact yet powerful street bike that sits comfortably under ₹3 lakh. Its 286cc engine delivers 30.7 bhp, making it one of the best bikes in India for urban commuting as well as weekend getaways. While it lacks traction control, the CB300R’s light body and nimble handling make it a joy to ride.

Price: ₹2.77 Lakh Key Features:

286cc engine

Lightweight and agile

Dual-channel ABS

Minimalist design

Conclusion

With a budget of ₹3 lakh, there are several excellent bikes available in India that combine performance, safety, and advanced features like traction control. Whether you’re a speed enthusiast or someone who values safety and comfort, these options are some of the best bikes in India under ₹3 lakh. For those seeking added stability and control, models like the KTM RC 390 and TVS Apache RR 310 are ideal choices. On the other hand, budget-conscious buyers looking for reliability can consider the Bajaj Dominar 400 or Yamaha R15 V4.

Explore more options and compare specifications to find the bike that suits your riding style and needs.