#seascalled

[murasakikagekitsune]

Countryhuman Original Character: The Embodiment of Nuclear Technology

I don't have a name for him yet, but here's some outfits he's worn to several nuclear-powered incidents around the world.

The Los Alamos Trinity tests

Hiroshima, Nagasaki and Fukushima

Chernobyl

Three Mile Island

The Bikini Atoll tests

[lmkwarriorcats]

Decide this side character's warrior cat name (poll #4)

[shieldkeeper]

Seascaller

[xxgaladragon9862xx]

I LOVE THIS ONE,GALA AND SEASCALE IN THE HIDDEN WORLD♡♡♡

🍄-Gala

[thesudrianchronicles]

NWC 7: Finally! An Atlantic!

Written By NorthBritishAtlantic

1929

An engine coasted down the Cumbrian Coast Line along the West Coast of England. He seemed to move majestically, his motion hardly making any sound. Like a phantom in the mid morning sun.

As he passed through smaller stations with names such as “Parton”, “St Bees” & “Seascale”, he noticed people on the platform & even some engines looking on at him in awe & surprise.

For you see. This engine was very far from home. For he was a North British Atlantic.

And he had said goodbye to Scotland, for a new life on a small Island, which many people said was in the middle of Nowhere.

Soon, he arrived at a large looking station. Its overall roof covering its platforms. He saw a sign which read “BARROW CENTRAL”, in big bold letters. He pulled up to the platform & his crew got out of his cab.

“We’ll be back in a few minutes Sam.” His driver said.

“Don’t wander off now!” His fireman added, before the driver slapped his arm. Which made Sam chuckle.

The two humans left their Atlantic with his thoughts. He looked around his surroundings. It was a quiet Sunday morning, and there weren't any trains due for an hour or two. So he had the station all to himself.

Or so he thought.

“HEY!” A voice called from behind, causing the Atlantic to jump. “What you doing in my platform?”, “Sitting there like Lord Mutt.” “I’ve got a station to run ya know?!”

Sam looked to his right. Sitting on the track next to him, was a tank engine. Her black paint was bright but dirty. And the letters “LMS'' were in big bold yellow lettering on her sidetanks.

“Well?” She said, eyeing up the larger engine. “Do you say anything?”, “Or do you just sit around & look like an idiot?”

“That’s enough Poppet.” An older voice called. “Leave Him be, even if he is sitting on the mainline taking up space.”

Sam looked over to his left. He saw an older looking engine sitting inside a glass box next to the platform. He had 4 small wheels, a tall thin funnel, and most notably, he had a large round copper firebox.

“The name’s Sam.” The Atlantic spoke, “And you two are?”

“I’m Coppernob”, the old engine said, “And the tank engine next to you is Poppet.”

“What’s an LNER engine doing all the way down here?” asked Poppet, raising an eyebrow at Sam.

“Heading to Sodor”, Sam replied, “NWR needs an engine for local passenger work. So I’m going there to stay.”

“Why you staying?”, Asked Poppet curiously. “Wouldn’t your frien-”

“If I stay I'll end up scrapped.” replied Sam bluntly, cutting Poppet off mind sentence. “My class is on the way out, it's only a matter of time before I’m withdrawn.”

“Don’t worry about it mate.” Poppet said, understandingly. “I’m on borrowed time myself.” “Most of the older Furness engines are being withdrawn as of late.”

“But you at least still have work.” Said Coppernob, “A hard working engine is a useful one.”

Sam sighed. Thank you Coppernob, he smiled slightly.

Poppet chuckled. "Just call him Nobby!" "Everyone else does!"

Coppernob rolled his eyes. Poppet just laughed, and Sam smirked.

“Alright then! Nobby it is!” Sam chuckled.

“So Sam.” Coppernob asked, making the other two stop chuckling. His facial expression was blank. “Have you travelled far?”

“Aye, a wee bit.” Sam said, his gaze returning to the older engine. “Perth, you heard of it?”

“Perth?” Poppet said, raising an eyebrow. “Isn’t that a part of Glasgow?”

The look that Sam threw at Poppet made her shut up instantly & made Coppernob burst out laughing.

The three engines would continue to talk for about 15 more minutes. Nobby & Poppet were telling Sam about one of the old FR’s busiest & most interesting tourist days back in the spring of 1919.

Just as Coppernob was telling Sam about his rather, as he put it, “interesting” experience with a young fireman. Sam’s crew arrived back & came up to see him.”

“Awwww Sam!” His Driver chuckled, putting her jacket back on. “Looks like you made some friends already!”

“Yeah, good on you lad.” His fireman added, trying to hide the obvious lipstick marks on his neck.

“Well come on then!” His driver said, climbing into his cab. “Sodor awaits us!”

“Well goodbye you two.” Said Sam, “I’ll try & visit as much as i can.” “If this all works out that is!” He added chuckling.

“Bye Sam!” “See you around!” Poppet called as Sam drove off.

Sam blew his whistle loudly in goodbye. It echoed around the yard, and startled some of the engines in the shed! He picked up some speed, as he chuffed over the bridge to await his new life.

On the isle of Nowhere.

30 Minutes later

“FINALLY!” a stout gentleman nearly yelled from the platform. “FINALLY I GOT AN ATLANTIC!”

Special thanks to @mean-scarlet-deceiver for letting me use Nobby & Poppet for this story.

[eyeopeningarchivist]

Statement of Jeremiah Gunn

Concerning: The abandoned asylum near Sellafield

Statement taken: December 26th, 1960

Transcription by: Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist, Magnus Inst. London (1818)

Statement begins....

It’s not like I expected it. I know Windscale was only a few years ago but they don’t tell you these things only take a few hours to really fuck up the environment. That’s... Not why I’m here, no, but I felt like it was important to mention. The asylum had been built with lead liners in the walls just in case a nuclear disaster ever happened and it was a good idea... Unfortunately, it wasn’t in all of the walls, just in the ones around the administration and staff areas. The patients were left completely exposed. Something about the budget cuts or something. Typical...

Anyway, I was sent into the asylum to see if there was anything salvageable from the site. Turned out to be a big risk on their part and a big waste of time on mine. There was nothing there that didn’t end up glow-in-the-dark. I wish I hadn’t gone. I wouldn’t have the scars or the nightmares... Surprisingly though, I didn’t end up with any trace of radioactivity in me. They were still there, you know. The patients. They didn’t get out of there. I don’t think they wanted to and yes, I realize that sounds really weird but it’s true. They were alive in there even after the three years it’s been since the disaster. They were really messed up and I’m almost positive they’d started resorting to cannibalism but they were still them.

Without anyone there to maintain the building it started to deteriorate. Water damage in the ceiling, floors starting to chip, you know. The usual things that start happening when council buildings aren’t being kept up like they should. Anyway, I was going through one of the hallways, which I hated because it was pitch dark in there and it just felt like a horror film waiting to happen, and I could hear something scratching. Like, I tried at first to convince myself that it was a rat or something but it was obviously way too big. I wanted to run but I looked at my timer and I still had twenty minutes until I could leave. A rep from the company I had been hired by was waiting outside and if I came out early without anything to show for it I wasn’t getting paid. I needed the money and yeah, it was worth possibly getting murdered over.

I looked through the little window that was in the door that the scratching was coming from and that’s when I saw them. About twenty people, clothes manky and all of them looking grey and awful, milling about in what looked to be a patient’s common area. The scratching was coming from a very large man who was propped up against the door, his limbs missing, cut off at the base. The scratching sound was made by him rubbing his face against the door, his skin thick and leathery like a bad sunburn. I don’t know if they saw me or not and I don’t bloody care. I went back to the entrance, waited by the door until the time ran out, and I got the hell out of there.

I told everyone I could about that place but people think I belong in an asylum myself. I know it sounds completely impossible but I swear it’s true. You lot are the only ones I’ve told who didn’t laugh in my face so... Thanks, I guess...

Statement ends...

Notes:

The Windscale Fire was a nuclear disaster in 1957 where uranium metal fuel ignited in Reactor Pile 1, releasing an estimated 20,000 curies of radioactivity into the environment. Supposedly, about 95% of the really dangerous material was captured and no evacuation measures were taken. It’s still listed as one of the worst nuclear disasters in human history though, getting a 5 out of 7 on the INES. The idea that, three years after the event, the patients at the Seascale Psychiatric Penitentiary were still alive and actively moving given the amount of time passed and exposure to radiation... Well, let’s just say I think Mr. Gunn had absorbed too many electrons. Our attempts to locate him to get a follow up on his statement seem to back me up as he was admitted to the Stoke Mandeville Hospital in Aylesbury six days after this statement was given with severe radiation sickness and is reported to have passed a week later.

The only thing that bothers me about this... Is that there are lots of reports, starting in 1960 and continuing to this day, of people claiming to see a light on at the hospital where the common area would have been. Some even say there are figures inside but no evidence has ever been given and I’m not about to make my assistants go into that place to get it.

End Recording.

[bikepackinguk]

Day Sixty-seven

It's another day!

Whilst the back and foot are still stiff and achey, I don't feel they're bad enough to prevent progress being a teeth-gritting experience now, so it's time to get back to it.

A very fond fairwell this morning to the wonderful @danieldddddddda & Claire who have been utterly helpful hosts and I again cannot thank you both enough for some very well spent recovery time!

On we go! Onto the road in pretty Whitehaven and it's a roll downhill to jump on to the cycle lane along the rail line before some climbs up into the adjacent hills to head down to St Bees, with a lovely view of the coast from the hillside.

It's a zoom down to the town before a short climb back up and out into the country lanes down the coast. Some nice rolling hills through the fields and decent weather make for a great start to the day.

Past Braystones there are a few signposts for the cycle routes but it's not too consistent and after some meandering around the countryside the route finally leads on past the famed nuclear power site at Sellafield.

Whilst the cycle route signposts suggest that I'm required to now get a train down to Seascale to continue, I think that's a nonsense idea, and start following down the old trails along the south aide of the power station.

After crossing the River Calder, I continue a bit before the trail becomes impassible for my bike, so switch to exploring the coast footpath and, despite the sand in places, am able to make reasonable going down it, and enjoy a nice ride right along the coastline down to Seascale, with some lovely views over to the hills in the Lake District.

The cycle route picks up here again, and it's a ride up over the cliffs along the B5344, with aome nice going through Drigg and a short spell on the busier A road to pass over the River Irt.

There's some interesting riding around the rivers through Saltcoats, with a ride through a ford and over a railway bridge to arrive into Ravenglass.

Following the cycle route leads through some lovely forest here until the route unceremoniously decides to just end. With that, it's a little backtracking up the hill and starting what I knew would have to be tackled at some point on this leg - the A595.

Thankfully the traffic isn't too awful currently and, with better road surfaces and a light tailwind, I'm able to get some good pace going. And given the extended break that has been had lately, I'm happy to have a means to grind some miles out.

I'm in amongst the borders of the Lake District at this point and it certainly makes itself known, with a good few climbs and stiffer gradients appearing at times.

A few on the way down past Bootle are fortunately accompanied by some pavements to the side of the road which make the slow climbs far more dealable. Alas there are also plenty that are just a case of getting the head down and slogging along whilst the traffic works its way past.

I dip off the road at Silecroft to stick closer to the coast and pop in to Millom, which seems quite a nice little town. The route back out though is a tough stretch, which I really should have anticipated given the village literally just named "The Hill".

Thebroad rejoins the A595 past The Green, where all the climbing gets some payoff with a long zoom past leafy forests down to Duddon bridge, where we promptly have another hard climb back up to Broughton-in-Furness.

With that the road is back out of the Lakes again, and I take a last look back tmat the lovely hills before heading on to Grizebeck and swinging southwards into the wind.

It's more slogging it out on the A595 yet, and with plenty of long climbs still coming. The ascents do afford a nice view of the coast whilst peddling along at least, and the miles keep getting run down.

Before long it's finally a turn off onto the A590, which starts to include some good stretches of off-traffic cycle paths as it heads down to Barrow-in-Furness.

Heading in through the outskirts of town is a lot of industrial areas before hitting a supermarket where I can top up on a few supplies.

By this point it's hitting 7pm, and whilst still suffering some aches and pains from the fall it's probably sensible to bed down soon. And I don't want to be caught in an urban area to do so, so carrying on through Barrow shall wait for tomorrow.

Thankfully I did spot some good forested areas on the ride in to this point, so it's a short few miles back up the road to dip in to the forests and get pitched up for the night.

Not too bad going today all things considered!

[christinamac1]

Britain’s Dirtiest Beaches – Don’t Mention the Pu!

The cocktail of radioactive wastes on our beaches is a direct result of the uranium fuel industry whose product is actually nuclear wastes rather than the ephemeral here today gone tomorrow electricity.  On August 23, 2024 By mariannewildart,  https://mariannewildart.wordpress.com/2024/08/23/britains-dirtiest-beaches-dont-mention-the-pu/Seascale and Haverigg are in the top 10 dirtiest beaches…

[britishcyclesport]

Coast to Coast Sportive

Need a target to aim for this year? How about the Coast to Coast in a Day Sportive? The Coast to Coast in a Day Sportive is a 150 mile, west to east ride across the north of England. This iconic route takes you through three of England’s National Parks. Starting in Seascale on the Cumbrian coast, the route will head east to Windermere. Here you’ll get to cross Lake Windermere by ferry, something…

[xxgaladragon9862xx]

Well since im a sand wraith can i be ur Daugther? :3 and SeaScale

more family tree stuffs, full image might be low quality idk also it is still wip

[lordustin]

( LORENAH. )

❝ Well, shit. ❞ His condolences likely fall flat -- he’s aware, but nothing he thought of seemed good enough to say. There were fires burning along the shores of the Saltspear, with ship wreckages floating in the dark waters where a layer of ash had formed on the top... By no means did Wyllas except a battlefield on the edge of his lands upon his return, and seeing his cousin, still reeling from the bitter defeat... It stung. ❝ I’m so sorry... ❞

@seascalled​

[valorshwn]

         “I can show you a few you can start with if you’d like?” Her desire for knowledge reflected that of his own, and he couldn’t help but want to help guide her. And he knew the books on these shelves better than most. “Otherwise you might be here for several lifetimes.”

@seascalled​ II sc

[corlapidis]

for @seascalled​.

house torike, house torike. the widow had met with them in years past, always in a happier place, she remembered well their sigil, their words. the sea was always something she feared, but in her youth she had wondered how it would feel like to sail free - but the seven had other plans ( they always had ). word was the lady of salkire keep requested a meeting with the widow, which catelyn thought surprising, as she felt like her son would be the obvious choice. the seven would have their reasons. 

« lady lorenah. » the woman stood tall, the smell of water with her. what a familiar scent, the widow thought. « i am afraid these are not the best circunstances, but we make do. »

[xxgaladragon9862xx]

Gala and her Boyfriend SeaScale♡♡

[sereniora]

starter for @seascales 

It isn’t often that Ashathari finds herself near coastal cities or towns.  She is more accustomed to being landlocked and can count on one hand the amount of times she has seen the ocean.  This is not entirely by choice, of course, as her line of work keeps her inland.  However, seeing the sea again for the first time in a while never fails to take her breath away.  

As she stands now, staff in her right hand, feet at the edge of a wooden pier, she watches the continuous roiling of the waves across the piercing blue waters.  She marvels at the strength of them, having much more experience with lakes and rivers than such a vast and powerful expanse.  In some regards, she supposes she has a healthy fear of the ocean.  So much is unknown about its depths and what secrets it may yet hold.  It both unsettles and excites her.

Ashathari manages to draw her eyes away from one canvas of blue to another, as the sight of draconic wings manifest in her periphery.  They belong to a dragonborn, from what she can tell, but she dares not let her stare linger longer than is proper.  Instead, she walks nearer the stranger, hoping to catch their eye.

“I hope you will pardon my interruption, friend,” she says, dipping her head briefly. “My name is Ashathari. Do you sail these waters, or are you otherwise familiar with them?”

[hyperfocusthusly]

I’m so f u c k i n g happy