#soda blasting services

[mavinfenz]

Soda blasting service

[harrysdaydream-tpwk]

part 1 - how you meet

summary: part one, harry and y/n meet for the first time. it isn’t smooth sailing, but shes intrigued.

warnings: none

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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“Fuck, shit!”, you swore, hitting the espresso maker, once and then again, when the only thing it did was to spew more steam at you, fogging up your glasses.

“You alright?”, one of your coworkers asked and you nodded, though defeated.

“You think you can take over preparing the drinks for me, while I’ll handle the register? If I have to fight this machine one more time, something will be broken and it will either be my hand or the coffeemaker.” You looked at him desperately, your hands folded together in a silent plea.

“Alright, alright”, he laughed, “Don’t want to call an ambulance because you couldn’t control your anger. At least I won’t have to deal with asshole customers anymore.” He passed you and you blew him a bunch of exaggerated kisses before sliding right behind the cash register, slightly more motivated to finish the rest of your shift than before.

It was unusually quiet for Friday afternoon, normally all of the tables would’ve been taken- from desperate college students trying to finish their essays to single mothers, hoping to rekindle their failed love life. Although the job was a pain in your ass and barely covered all the bills and loans you had to pay off, it always had something to offer for your personal entertainment.

But now, as you waited for something to happen, other than the few fifteen years olds throwing straws at each other in the corner booth, you felt terribly bored. Your elbows quickly found their way to the counter and you put your chin in your waiting hands, blowing a strand of hair out of your face.

The nameless indie music idling out of the speakers above your head lulled you in a state of trance as you stared at the passer-by’s outside of the store, the big glass front not sparing you any detail. Even your coworker, who was the only employee inside the store besides you, had sat down on a few cases of soda stacked together, blasting TikTok and its annoying sounds throughout the whole store, but in this moment you couldn’t care less.

Then, suddenly, you were ripped out of your daydreaming by the bell ringing above the door and you stood up fast, startling not only the newcomers, but yourself as well.

“Hey, welcome in. Is there anything I can get started for you?”, you asked, peering at the three men, who just stared for a moment, as if assessing the situation. Weird.

The place you worked at was in a small side street, away from the bigger crowds, with quirky names for almost all of the things you had on your menu, so you gave your new customers a second to understand and choose something from your assortment.

Before you could turn away and pretend to be busy, one of them spoke up, though quietly, you could barely hear him.

“Hi. Sorry, we didn’t expect such an enthusiastic greeting. Is there anything you would recommend?” His voice was deep and gentle and you couldn’t help but admit that he looked exactly like the kind of man you would usually go for.

“I don’t know”, you reply, your voice now back to its usual octave and enthusiasm- or rather the lack thereof, “I usually just get the Iced Caramel Macchiato.”

To this day, you still refused to read any of the actual names of the drinks out loud.

“I’ll take that one then”, the man said, smiling at you. You nod as you type his order into your register.

“Anything else?”, you asked, smiling your “customer service smile” as your friends jokingly called it and the other two men nodded, replying with their orders.

“Alright, will that be to-go or are you staying in?” You waited for a second while they looked at each other and thought to yourself “That question couldn’t have been that hard”.

Finally, the guy with the long, brown hair mumbled “To go, please.”

“Okay then, swipe your card whenever you’re ready. And I need a name to call when your coffee is done.”

“Harry”, the guy who spoke to you first replied and stepped forward, pressing his card on the card reader. You nodded satisfied.

You turned around briefly, to check if you coworker, Charlie, got the order. Pleased that he was already on it, you directed your gaze back to the front of the store. Startled, you reeled back. Harry, who was the only one still standing in front of the counter, was starting at you intently. The other two had fallen back, standing near the door, as if they were waiting- no rather watching out for something- or someone.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?”, you inquired, observing how his shoulders rode up defensively. He was wearing a long, blue jacket, a hat and sunglasses and if you were honest, his outfit looked absolutely ridiculous. Paired with the black nike shorts, he looked a bit mismatched, like he was unsure whether it was warm out or not. You could’ve easily answered that question, seeing as you had been sweating profusely since you left your studio apartment this morning.

You were sure you looked disgusting, your uniform clinging uncomfortably to the body parts you most certainly didn’t want them to stick to, mascara probably smudged from the humidity from the steam that had been blowing in your face earlier.

How he managed to still look fresh, even with the thick jacket on was an absolute mystery to you.

“No, no, sorry. I like your button”, he answered, referring to the grumpy cat pin your mother had gifted you a while ago. It was ridiculous and cheesy, but it reminded you of home, so you wore it anytime you felt even slightly homesick. You debated telling him as much, but you weren’t up for much of a conversation, so you settled on a polite “Thank you.”

He smiled and nodded.

“Order for Harry?”, Charlie called and the man looked around, rather paranoid, as if he was scared someone was going to jump up from behind the counter any second.

“That’s me”, he said, still shyly smiling at you before turning towards the pick-up station.

“Have a nice day”, you called out sarcastically behind him and he waved, walking out the door, his company joining soon after.

You exhaled deeply and turned towards Charlie again, who suddenly squealed loudly. “Oh my God, what?”, you said, clutching your hand over your chest.

“Do you know who that was?”, he asked, excitedly, “Harry fucking Styles. And I think he liked you with all that staring he did.”

“No, it wasn’t. Was it?”, you asked disbelievingly. He nodded, “Oh, yeah. It was him. I’d recognize him anywhere. I think he’s actually having a show in town tonight.”

“But why would he come in here out of all places? I mean, we’re far away from anything slightly entertaining or fun.” You looked at Charlie quizzically.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, “Maybe that’s exactly the point. What are the odds of getting recognized by hoards of fans in a small shop like this?”

“I guess so.”

You grabbed a wet cloth from the sink, starting to wipe down the counter, not able to shake the fact that superstar Harry Styles just walked into your workplace, however annoyed you might’ve been at that moment, it had felt oddly right and somehow meaningful. You touched the pin on your apron carefully, smiling at the chipped feeling of the plastic fading at the edges.

-

Two days later, the incident- which was how Charlie kept calling it, was nothing but a fun story you could tell your friends and something to be teased about by your coworkers. Yes, you had been kind of rude to him, maybe you could’ve been a bit nicer. Treat People with Kindness or whatever he always preached. But it was in the past now. It wasn’t like you would ever see him again.

At least that’s what you told the part of yourself that kept insisting that maybe he would return- the nagging voice that believed Charlie, who kept shooting you meaningful glances whenever one of Harry’s songs played on the radio.

You were in a middle of a lunch rush, the small room of the shop packed with people, when your wishful thinking suddenly became reality. Right in the middle, as if the crowd had split in two, he appeared. Or maybe he had just entered through the door like everyone else did and patiently waited in line. You couldn’t be sure.

“Harry, hi”, you greeted sincerely, when he approached the counter, “What brings you back?” You smiled ruefully, thinking about your last interaction.

“Hi. Slightly better mood today, huh?” So he had picked up on it last time. Your eyes travelled down his body quickly- you couldn’t help it, sue you. He was wearing a white button down this time, messily tucked in a light washed pair of denim shorts- although he managed to make it look stylish- and no sunglasses. His hair was hidden by a yellow crochet bucket hat. Cute.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know who you were and I wasn’t having a good day. What can I do for you today?”, you apologized.

“I think everyone deserves kindness, even if they weren’t popular. But it’s alright, can’t always be nice, especially in customer service. I get it, worked in a bakery for some time back at home.” He took his own shtick quite seriously you noted, but smiled politely.

“I would love to talk to you some more, but the place is packed right now. Is there anything I can get for you?”, you tried again.

“Yeah, yeah”, he chuckled, “I’ll get the Iced Caramel Macchiato again, it was really good the last time and also-“, he paused for a second, looking at your display of pastries, “One of the vegan carrot cakes, please.”

“Sure, anything else?”

“No, that’s all, thank you.”

You finish the transaction and say goodbye before tending to the next customer, a middle aged woman raising her eyebrows impatiently at you.

The rest of your shift goes by smoothly, with only a few minor incidents disrupting your flow. It all felt to good to be true, your interaction with Harry still in the back of your mind. The conversation had left you unsatisfied, craving more.

You didn’t know much about him, besides that he was Harry Styles and apparently currently on tour. He shared something with you and you couldn’t help but wonder if there would’ve been more if you had just let him talk. That’s what you reprimanded yourself for as you took of your apron and the shirt you wore for work in the locker rooms, pulling on a black hoodie with a nonsensical print on the front.

“I’ll see you tomorrow”, you yelled in the general direction of the store as you leave through the back door, a cigarette already waiting to be lit in your right hand. It was a bad habit and you were desperate to stop smoking- but on days like this it was the only thing keeping you sane.

“Hey”, a voice suddenly called and you shot up surprised, the cig almost falling out of your mouth. You took a quick drag before lowering it. Turning around, you spotted Harry of all people leaning against the wall of the back of your shop.

“Jesus Christ, what are you doing here?”, you asked disbelievingly, clutching your chest dramatically.

“Sorry, one of your coworkers told me what time you get off. They also told me your name”, he explained, peering at you with his green eyes. Fuck, why did he have to be so handsome?

“Stalker-much?”, you couldn’t help but ask, only half joking. You brought your cigarette up to your lips again, inhaling deeply, before blowing out the smoke through your nose- welcoming the rush the nicotine gave you.

“I just wanted the chance to have a conversation with you, Y/N”, he said, rolling his eyes, but smiling at the same time. It was weird hearing your name out of his mouth.

“Why?” He shrugged helplessly, observing you smoke for a second before answering.

“Fuck if I know. Couldn’t stop thinking about you, even on stage, and my friends kept teasing me. I’m in town until tomorrow, then I’m off to Cardiff.”

“Yeah, I get it. My coworker Charlie kept wagging his eyebrows at me everytime he saw someone wearing your merch. He was the one preparing the drinks for you.” You hoisted up your tote bag, which kept slipping of your shoulder.

Harry chuckled. “He did a pretty good job if I do say so myself. The Macchiato was really good. Cashier had some perks too though.”

“He’ll pass out if I tell him what you just said. But tell me more about this cashier. Were they cute?”, you flirted back, a smirk on your face.

“Oh, very. I was hoping it’d get her number by chance”, he tried as you threw the butt of your cigarette on the pavement, stomping it out with your checkered Vans.

“Well, you’re in luck. It’s not everyday an international pop-star asks me for my cell. Can’t resist your charm”, you said quietly. His shoulders dropped slightly, as if remembering his position in the world, but he caught himself.

Harry hands you his phone and says, “Just type it in yourself. It’s always easier this way.”

You nodded, taking his phone with clammy hands. What a weird, surreal world you were suddenly thrown into. The fact that he trusted you enough to just pass you his phone. The fact that he was standing opposite you, watching you, being interested in you. You wondered if this was all a dream you’d suddenly be woken up from.

But no one did. This was reality, you realized as you pressed the cellphone back into his waiting hand, brushing it with the movement. You looked at each other for a moment.

“The cute girl from the coffee place? Really?”, he asked and you giggled. Honest to God giggled. What has your life become?

Harry pocketed his phone, letting his hands hang loosely at his sides. “Well”, he cleared his throat, “I have to go. Rehearsals and all that. I’m already too late. I’ll text you?” He looked at you hopefully.

“Sure”, you answered, smiling softly, “I’ll be waiting.” You step closer, standing on your tiptoes and pressed a light kiss to his cheek- a barely there brush of lips, but he still blushed.

“I’ll see you around, H.”

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well, this marks the first part of my first ever series on this account. i’m actually so excited to see what people think. don’t forget to leave a like& follow for more<3 stay tuned!

[aceghosts]

And I try to move on, but I just can't let go

Summary: Rooney Shepard takes a missing person's case at the request of Rogue Amendiares; they do not expect the client to be their ex-boyfriend, Yorinobu Arasaka. Title comes from nightlife's fallback. Rating: Mature Warnings: Referenced Character Death (Specifically Jackie and Rooney's), Referenced Human Experimentation (Rooney), and I think that is everything. Let me know if I need to tag for anything else. Words: 5,198 Author's Note: Just wanted to explain: Rooney's original universe is Mass Effect. I've tried to blend part of the events of Mass Effect (not the aliens and reapers, but their pre-service history and similar events) into Cyberpunk 2077. I tried to fit it in as best I can, staying within the confines of the universe, but I've changed parts of canon. Tagging: @bbrocklesnar. @marivenah, @voidika, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @amalkavian, @onehornedbeast, @captastra, @alexxmason, @captmactavish, @inafieldofdaisies, @vizarding, and @thedeadthree. I added everyone who liked this post; I hope it's okay that I tagged you. If you want to or don't want to be tagged, let me know.

AO3

Music blasts loudly as Rooney Shepard steps into the Afterlife, a deep frown on their face. Around them, patrons of the club shout, trying to make themselves heard over the music. Their head throbs, a headache forming as they head towards the bar. Why couldn’t this have been a holo call? Rooney supposes it must be an important missing person’s case if Rogue wanted to drag them down to the Afterlife. Glancing over to her booth, Rooney catches sight of Rogue holding court, already occupied with some merc. Could be a while before she’s ready to see them. They grab a stool at the bar, catching sight of themself in the reflection of the glass panels. In the neon green light, Rooney looks sickly pale, washed out. The dark circles under their eyes stand out prominently, a thousand-yard stare gazing back at them. If it were anyone else, Rooney would describe them as haunted, but they’re fine, nothing is wrong with them. They have to be fine.

A moment later, Claire is in front of them with a sympathetic smile as she places her hands down on the bar. “Here for work or play, Shepard?”

“Work.” I would never come here for relaxation, Rooney adds silently. Relaxation used to be nights building model ships with a decent beer. Or a night at some cheap dive bar with V, Jackie, Misty, and Vik, chatting and listening to classic rock. Now…Now, V is dying, and Rooney needs to help them find a cure. No matter what it personally costs them.

Claire nods, motioning over their shoulder. “Understood. Although, I think some hope that you might come in here for a night off.” They follow her gaze, towards a Corpo, sharing a table with two of his colleagues. He raises his beer in greeting before motioning to come over, all while giving Rooney a flirtatious smile. Not interested. Shaking their head, Rooney looks back to Claire. They weren’t really interested in anyone like that since…“I’ll get you your usual, Shepard, even though you look like you could use a beer.”

“Thank you.” As Claire goes to get their drink, Rooney breathes deeply. Focus, Rooney, Focus. They need to be focused, especially for a case.

She returns with their soda, sliding it towards them as she glances over towards Rogue’s booth. “Rogue is ready for you.” They nod, flicking the creds to her along with a good tip as they get off the stool. Rooney takes the drink with them, making their way over to Rogue.

Squama nods as they approach, with Rooney returning one of their own as he moves to let them pass. Behind him, Rogue lounges, faintly reminding Rooney of a Lioness from the old nature vids they used to watch as a child. She watches them carefully, despite her fairly relaxed posture. “Shepard,” She greets them with a fairly no-nonsense tone, motioning for them to sit.

“Rogue,” Rooney sits, placing their drink down on the table. They watch her carefully, knowing Rogue is one of the few people not to underestimate in Night City. You do not become Queen without disposing of a few pawns. Besides, Rooney is curious about why they are here. Normally, Rogue preferred to give them cases over the holo with a slightly mocking tone or have a client reach out to Rooney directly. It was the rare few that ever required Rooney to come to the Afterlife. 

“I have a job for you.”

Rooney raises an eyebrow, holding back a sarcastic response. “I assumed. Why meet in-person for this one?”

“This job requires…” Rogue pauses, looking away briefly as she searches for the right word, “discretion.”

As Rogue looks back at them, alarm bells ring in their mind. Adrenaline spikes as their heart beats faster. Rooney tenses, eyes scanning around the room for potential threats. Nothing good ever happens when someone mentions being discrete. They know all too well from their time in the military that it meant covering up dirty laundry, protecting the reputation of powerful people. And if anyone should find out the truth? God help them all. For all Rooney cares, someone else can have this case. “No.”

“No?”

Shaking their head, Rooney stands, on high alert, “I don’t want it. Give it to someone else.”

“Shepard, don’t be so dramatic,” Rogue rolls her eyes, “You haven’t even heard-.”

“Don’t care.” Right now, they’re getting the same bad feeling about this job as they had about V and Jackie’s gig with that idiot Dexter DeShawn. And look where those two ended up: Jackie six feet under and V well on their way there. “I’m not interested. You can find-.”

“Sit,” Rogue commands with more authority than some of their previous COs, “Hear me out, and if you still don’t want it after, I’ll find someone else.”

Leave. LEAVE! Their brain screams at them, but curiosity wins out in the end as Rooney sits back down.

“You weren’t my first choice for this gig, Shepard.”

“So, that means others passed on it.”

“You might not be my first choice, but I haven’t told anyone else about it yet,” She pauses for a second, “I hoped I could think of someone else for this. You won’t like the client.”

“Rogue, if you’re trying to convince me, you aren’t being very persuasive about it.”

“You’re only here because you get results. And the client needs results.” She emphasizes that last part, her voice taking on a serious tone. “The client needs you to find someone. Quickly and quietly.”

“A merc could do that for you.”

“They also need someone who isn’t the type to shoot first and ask questions later. They need someone who can handle this with a fine touch.”

“Again, I’m sure you could find a thousand mercs in this city who meet that requirement. I’m a PI.”

“Not as many as you would think,” she counters, her gaze drifting down to their left hand, the metal one forced on them by Arasaka, “You might find this case to be personal.”

They clench their fist, his voice in their head: “I hope you make him and Arasaka regret doing this to you”. Saburo Arasaka might be dead, but his shadow loomed large over Night City and Arasaka still. “Rogue, are you saying that Arasaka is going after someone who might need help getting away from them?”

Rogue smirks and Rooney finally feels like they’re catching on. “Maybe,” she shrugs, playing a slightly disinterested tone, “But you don’t want-.”

“I’ll take it.” Rooney has a terribly bad feeling about this job, and they’re playing right into her hands, but they won’t let someone suffer at the hands of Arasaka. What if this person could help V, saving them from the parasite in their head? Or what if it was V? Arasaka had already sent exterminators after V. Rooney wouldn’t put it past them to send someone after V, and who better to help V evade capture than a friend? This job might be a trap, but they’ve walked willingly into traps before and come out alive. Unscathed was a different matter.

“Good,” She flicks her wrist, sending them a text, their holo beeping a moment later. “You’ll find the details for your meeting with them in an hour and a half.” They frown, opening the message as they notice the meeting location set for the Ebunike with very little information on the client. “You’ll hear the exact details from the client. Wanted to keep some of the mystery.”

Dismissed. They get up, sighing. “I’ll get to the bottom of this, one way or another.”

“I’m sure you will, Shepard.” As they leave, all Rooney can think is: What have they gotten themself into?

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As soon as they leave the Afterlife, Rooney heads towards the docks on their black motorcycle, hoping they’ll have some time for surveillance. They do, but their preliminary surveillance leaves them with more questions than answers. Maelstrom guard the dock, providing little useful information. They hear the name “Grayson” a few times, who seems to be in charge of the operation. Rooney would need to investigate him more, but it wasn’t a good sign that he was working with the Maelstrom or Arasaka. Whoever Arasaka was looking for was in deep, deep trouble.

Deactivating their optical camo, Rooney emerges from the shadows, hands by their side as they approach the two Maelstrom guarding the entrance. They are hyper-vigilant, keeping an eye out with their electrified monowires at the ready. “Oh fuck!” One of the Maelstrom exclaims while they both jump at the sight of Rooney approaching. Rooney…wasn’t on good terms with the Maelstrom. While they preferred to use non-violent methods to resolve conflict, the Maelstrom weren’t always willing to listen. And Rooney was willing to use violence if necessary. “Shepard, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“I’m not here for you two,” the two Maelstrom glance at each other, seemingly unconvinced by their words, “I’m here for a meeting with your boss on the Ebunike about a missing person’s case.”

Scratching his head, one asks, “Why should we fucking believe you?”

“Yeah,” the other crosses her arms, “What if this is a trap?”

If it was a trap, these two would have never seen it coming. “Call your boss and tell him Rogue Amendiares sent me. If he does not vouch for me, I’ll leave. Peacefully. You have my word.”

The Maelstrom sighs, his eyes alighting as he makes the call. “Grayson, we have someone for you. Says Rogue fucking sent them. Want us to send them home in a body bag?” He’s silent for a moment before his eyes flick back over to them. “It’s Shepard.” Silent again before sighing, “I’ll fucking bring them over”.

 The call ends, and he turns to Rooney. “Grayson vouches for ya. Says I’m supposed to fucking bring you to him like I’m a goddamn messenger boy.”

“Lead the way,” Rooney motions, “We both have a vested interest in having this end as soon as possible.”

The Maelstrom motions for Rooney to follow as his compatriot stays behind to guard the gate. Rooney follows him silently, making more mental notes as they weave their way through the docks. Lots of containers, stacked high, which meant lots of hiding places, a good and bad thing. Good as it meant plenty of places for Rooney to disappear to give them an edge. Bad as it meant their enemy also had the same opportunity to surprise them. They also noticed a few good vantage points, which would have been excellent for sniping if they brought their sniper rifle, Black Widow, with them. They had the sniper rifle with them during their whole military career, even during the Unification War. Eventually, they reach the Ebunike with the Maelstrom guide, climbing the stairs behind him. As they ascend, Rooney wonders who at Arasaka would need such a large, moored ship. It did not seem like a typical Arasaka meeting place. If anything, Arasaka liked to hold meetings in their buildings or businesses with which they had deep ties. Corps liked to be in control, and Arasaka was no exception.

Dread grows within them, like the blade of a guillotine hanging over a soon-to-be executed man. Reaching the center of the deck, Rooney finds Grayson with a few Maelstrom beside him. He looks relaxed, too relaxed for their liking. “Shepard, thank you for coming. I hope the Maelstrom weren’t too rude to you,” Grayson greets them with an unearned air of friendliness.

“They were fine.” No, the Maelstrom weren’t, but Rooney was not about to tip their hand. They glance around the dock, taking stock of their situation. Some more containers, but nothing that would be too useful. Too open for their liking. Keeping a professional tone, Rooney states, “As I said to your friend, Rogue Amendiares sent me. Told me you had a missing person’s case for me.”

“We do, Shepard.” The world drops out from under them as the door to a container opens behind them. Rooney’s eyes widen briefly at the sound of a familiar borg voice, their anxiety spiking. Instinct kicks in a second later, and Rooney spins around, activating their electrified monowire. The wire gleams brightly in the dim lighting of the ship’s deck, an audible hum of electricity in the air. Rooney tastes the electricity in their mouth, a side effect of their monowires. In the dark of the container, two red glowing eyes stare at them. A second later, they heard the sound of loud machinery, Adam Smasher, Yorinobu Arasaka’s personal bodyguard, stomping towards them. He laughs, sending a shiver down Rooney’s spine as he comes out into the light. “Put the fucking wire away, Shepard. I’m not here to kill you. Yet.”

He’s trying to get a rise out of them, and it’s fucking working. Rooney never liked Adam Smasher, too machine-like for their taste. Too cruel; too callous. They don’t put the wire down, wondering why Smasher would be on the Ebunike of all places. And then, the awful thought hits them like a rocket a second later. Oh no. Oh no. Smasher has to be here for V. Or he’s looking for Takemura, who will undoubtedly lead him straight to V. They cannot let that happen. V won’t stand a chance against Smasher. At least, not without some serious chrome, firepower, and allies. Rooney won’t fail V, not like how they failed to protect-. “What do you want?” Their tone is sharp as steel.

“Put the wire-.”

“I’m only going to ask you once,” Rooney cuts Smasher off, the Maelstrom and Grayson audibly gasping at their audacity, “What. Do. You. Want.”

The tension is thick in the air with Rooney ready to snap at any moment. They know they might not win against Smasher in a straight-up fight, but if they get clever, Rooney can-. “He’ll want to tell you himself. The brat will have a fucking tantrum if I don’t let him tell you.”

They holster their monowires, fairly certain that Smasher doesn’t mean them harm. Curious eyes burn into Rooney, everyone wondering why they would cause such a stir with Smasher’s boss. “I doubt he wants to see me. I think it would be better if you and I talked-.”

“No one ever rejected him the way you did, Shepard. Was licking his fucking wounds for weeks.” Dread morphs into guilt, and Rooney looks away. They hadn’t wanted to hurt Yorinobu, but they needed to return to the Military. It was their home, or at least, it had been at one point. “’Sides, even if I told you, you don’t fucking think he would come to find you himself?”

He would come looking for them, which would place V in even more danger. Vik, Misty, and Mamá Welles too. “You don’t have to tell him. You could always withhold my identity.”

“Pays me too much for that, Shepard. You want the fucking gig or not?”

No, they don’t; they really don’t. But this might have something to do with V, and they can’t fail V. Rooney won’t fail V. It also sounds like Yorinobu might be in trouble too. He was the whole reason Rooney got through their time with Arasaka, after being reanimated and jacked with experimental mods. Yorinobu was the first one to make them feel like a person, not so alone. They wanted, no, needed to help Yorinobu if he was in trouble.  “I’ll do it. When would he like to meet?”

Something akin to a smile appears on Smasher’s face. “Now.”

—

The ride up to the Arasaka CEO’s office is a silent one as Rooney watches the numbers tick on as the elevator climbs upward. Their last interaction with Yorinobu plays over in their head, the memory as clear as day.

Yorinobu is panic-stricken, holding onto their arm tightly. “Rooney, you cannot go back to them. They threw you away, leaving you to the whims of Arasaka. What happens if you die again?”

Three more floors…

They frown, confused by his behavior. “Yorinobu, you can’t stop me from returning. We both knew I wasn’t going to stay here forever. What did you think would happen?”

Two more floors…

His grip on their arm loosens, face softening. “I thought you might want to stay with me. Help me destroy Arasaka from the inside.”

One more floor…

Rooney pulls their arm from Yorinobu. “In another life, I would have,” He looks heartbroken as they continue softly, “But I made a promise to serve, and I intend to keep my promise.”

The elevator door opens, releasing Rooney from their memories of heartbreak. They walk beside Smasher, gaze focused on the office in front of them. Rooney swallows nervously, rolling their left shoulder, out of habit. They never expected to see Yorinobu again, especially under these circumstances.

Rooney enters Yorinobu’s office with Smasher, Yorinobu standing in front of his desk, his back towards the two. In front of him is a large screen, detailing Arasaka’s stock value, and other information. “Do you have them?” Yorinobu asks, sounding vaguely annoyed.

“Course I have them,” Smasher motions to Shepard, “Do I ever come up fucking empty handed?”

Yorinobu shakes his head, placing the holopad down. He turns, facing Rooney and Smasher as the pair stop a few feet away from him. Trying to stay collected, Rooney feels like they’ve had the wind knocked out of them. He’s in front of them; Yorinobu is really in front of them. Yorinobu must be feeling the same way.  His eyes widen behind his glasses, shock clear on his face. “Rooney?”

He says their name, and they want to run to him so badly. To hold him in their arms and tell Yorinobu that they wish they had reached out sooner. Instead, they clasp their hands behind their back, aiming to treat him as they would any other client. “Good evening Yorinobu,” Rooney feels fairly confident in using his first name while staying professional, “I understand that you need help finding a missing person. I’m happy to work with your team, or I can recommend-.”

“That’s it?” Frustration colors his voice as he shakes his head. “This is the first time we have seen each other since that day, and this is how you react? Like I am stranger? Like nothing happened?”

Yorinobu is so much more to Rooney than a stranger. He’s the one that they let go, the one person who still holds the still-beating pieces of Rooney Shepard’s perpetually broken heart. “You are a client,” Their tone is firm as they continue to dig their grave, ever obstinate, “You are hiring me to find someone. Unless you would prefer someone else to take this case.” Someone who has less emotional baggage.

He looks hurt at their declaration, mumbling something under his breath about how stubborn they are, a badge that they wear with pride. To Smasher, he dismisses the man with a wave of his hand. “Leave.”

“Gladly,” Smasher replies, likely relieved to not be part of their argument. He stomps out of the room, leaving the two alone.

Silence permeates the room as Rooney searches for the right words. Yorinobu huffs, “What about us? Did any of that mean anything to you?”

They flinch a little, hurt a little by the insinuation that Yorinobu thought that Rooney didn’t care about their relationship, that it didn’t matter. But, they were treating him like a client. Sighing, Rooney unclapses their hands from behind their back. They join him at his desk and lean against it as they cross their arms over their chest. “What we had meant a lot to me, Yorinobu,” He perks up a little, some of that signature cockiness returning, “but you made it pretty clear when I left to return to the military that you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“I did not mean-.”

“It doesn’t matter that you didn’t mean it,” Rooney looks up at him, “I wanted to respect your boundaries, and you made it pretty clear about where we stood.” Yorinobu looks down at his desk, avoiding their gaze. Damnit, they were screwing this up. “Yorinobu,” they gently call his name, and he looks up at them, “I’m here now. Tell me about this case.”

He comes closer to them, the scent of his familiar cologne invading their nose. Woodsy with bits of Cedar and Nutmeg. “Saburo Arasaka is dead,” He admits quietly, meeting their gaze.       

“I would give my condolences, but I feel it would be more appropriate to say, may Saburo Arasaka rot in hell.”

Yorinobu smirks, a small laugh escaping him. “May he rot somewhere worse than hell,” He looks away from them, “He was poisoned by his bodyguard.” Not the story I was told, Rooney thinks. They trust that V’s version is more accurate, knowing how much Yorinobu hated his father. But, why was he continuing to give them the same tale he was giving everyone else? Probably because they were an ex he hadn’t seen in a few years. Yorinobu couldn’t know where their loyalties lie. Besides, he wasn’t the only one who was going to keep secrets.

“There were also two thieves that day,” They raise an eyebrow knowing full well that he is referring to V and Jackie, “They stole something from me. Something important.”

“Important how?”

Deftly avoiding the question, he picks up a black flash drive from his desk and comes to stand in front of them. Holding it up, he asks, “I have footage of the crime if you want to see it. Would you like me to insert it for you?”

Rooney nods, tilting their head slightly as brush away their dark red hair, offering him better access to slot the drive in. His right hand gently wraps around their throat, holding them still in place, fingers slightly interlaced with their hair. His brown eyes meet their ocean blue ones for a second, and Rooney’s breath hitches in their throat, a small flame of yearning they thought long buried flickering within them. He slots the drive in, the footage begins to play a second later. Two thieves pop out of the wall, clearly shaken: V and Jackie Welles. Formerly Night City’s dynamic duo. Close friends of Rooney’s. While Jackie and V’s faces are blurred, Rooney can still tell them from a mile away. The two mercs rush over to Saburo’s corpse, panicking over the dead man. The audio is distorted, perhaps on purpose to keep any mention of Yorinobu’s deeds hidden.

“Notice anything?” He asks, leaning in closer, his breath warm on their ear. Yorinobu’s thumb lazily strokes along the edge of their jaw. Rooney swallows, reminding themself to focus on the matter at hand: the footage.

“No.” Jackie and V freak out. Jackie paces back and forth in place, awkwardly holding the stolen goods. V is running back and forth, looking terrified as they search for a way out. A few moments later, Jackie and V are gone, the footage ending. The drive pops out, Yorinobu taking it as he releases their throat. Rooney tries not to miss the touch of his skin against theirs, but it’s hard to shake. “I don’t recognize the perpetrators,” a bold-faced lie, “I can reach out to some of my contacts underground to see if they’ve heard anything. Is there anything else you want to tell me?”

“You will need to find only one of the thieves. The man holding what they stole is dead.”

“Anything more?” Yorinobu looks away, placing the drive down, and Rooney senses some hesitancy. But they need to know. If Rooney can find a way to help him and V, they want to. There has to be a path forward; Rooney just can’t see it yet. “Yorinobu,” They say his name softly, uncrossing their arms. Gently, they place their hand on his shoulder, giving his shoulder a soft squeeze, “I know this must be difficult for you, but any detail helps. I want to help you.” Please let me help you.

He grabs a holopad from his desk, swiping it a few times before passing it to Rooney. Taking the pad, their brows furrow as they begin to read the details. Shit, that is the thing that is killing V. “What is this?”

“Do you remember how I told you that my Father did worse things? Things worse than experimenting on you?” They remember the conversation very clearly, the one where Yorinobu swore that he would destroy Arasaka from the inside out. “This is one of them: the Relic.”

“And what does the Relic do?” They already know what it does. It turns idiot mercs with delusions of grandeur into long-dead rockstars.

“My father wanted to live forever,” Yorinobu’s voice is grave, “The Relic was his answer to that.”

Horror washes over them like a wave capsizing a boat in a stormy sea. Their heart skips a beat, the awful insinuation not lost on them. That’s…that’s…There are not enough words in the human language for Rooney to express how awful it is. Shakily, they place the holopad down, facing him with horror clear on their face. Instinctively, Rooney cups his face, searching his eyes. He’s still Yorinobu, the man they knew. But that still doesn’t make them any less worried for him. “Yori..,” their nickname for him slips out in a breathy tone as he uses the opportunity to pull them closer, hands on their hips, “Saburo…he didn’t try to… he didn’t…?” Even after all the terrible things they’ve seen, Rooney can’t bring themself to finish the sentence.

“No, he never got the chance.”

Rooney breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

“Worried for me?”

“Always.” From the moment they left the Arasaka labs, Rooney worried about him, afraid that he might do something rash.

“When did you come to Night City?”

They’re surprised at his question. “I thought we were talking about the case, not about me.”

“You know you need to find the thief and the relic, and I would prefer this was kept between you, Smasher, and I. You will also be compensated generously for your work. But, I am curious as to how you came to live in Night City.”

“I arrived a year and a half ago. Something about being with the military didn’t feel right anymore. I ended up here in Night City, a place where the Free States and the NUS would leave me alone.”

“Did you know I was here?”

They sigh, knowing this would go in circles. “Yes, but I thought-.”

“I know what you thought,” Yorinobu cuts them off, “But did you ever think about contacting me?”

More than he knows. Rooney remembers the first time that they thought about contacting him. It was a rainy day, and they were limping to Vik’s after a nasty run-in with Scavs. As they walk down the rainy street, they catch sight of Yorinobu’s face on a screen. He stops them in their tracks, the world seemingly stopping. They watch, mesmerized, no longer caring that the rain was drenching them as the news report continued. Without thinking, they pull up their contact list, scrolling down to Yorinobu. Rooney hovers over his name, wanting so desperately to call him, to hear his voice. Instead, they close the phone, knowing that some things are better left in the past. The second time was when V was in critical condition. Things were going to shit, and he was one of the first people Rooney wanted to contact. Actually, he was the first, but they decided against it. “I did,” They admit quietly.

“Did you miss me?” A loaded question if Rooney’s ever heard one. And one they refuse to answer. They should keep things professional, already having crossed several lines. “I missed you; I missed you terribly.” He leans down toward them, longing battling within Rooney. God, they want him badly, so badly that it threatens to consume them. He’s so close and Rooney leans up to meet him, wanting Yorinobu so much more than they realize. 

“Arasaka-sama,” A voice speaks over the intercom on his desk, “Hanako-Sama is here to see you.” Rooney is jolted back to reality, realizing what they were about to do and how monumentally of a bad idea this was. They release him, gently pulling themself out of his arms. Yorinobu looks pained at their rejection, and a sharp spike of guilt rises in their chest. It’s better for them both this way.

“I should go,” They have to do this, someone has to stop this, and Rooney will take on that responsibility, “I should start working on the case.”

“Rooney, please do not-.”

“Stop.” The wounded look on his face sends another stake of pain in their chest. “Hanako, your sister, needs you right now.”

“And you do not?” They open their mouth, and he cuts them off. “Do not give me some self-serving bullshit about being fine.”

Rooney is fine. Or at least, maybe they’ll convince everyone they are fine if they repeat it enough times. “Doesn’t matter what I need,” They say sharply, giving him a pointed look, “Right now, we need to find the thief and the Relic.” Or at least, buy enough time that they can figure out what to do with this shitstorm of a situation. “I’ll leave my number with Smasher and pass anything I find on to him.” Smasher was one of the last people that Rooney wanted to have their number, but this would be better for everyone.  

“No,” They raise an eyebrow before Yorinobu’s eyes alight and they’re receiving a call from him, “Since I still have your number and you have mine, please contact me with all updates. I plan to be very involved in this.”

The door to this office opens, and both turn towards the door, the sound of heels clicking drawing their attention.  Hanako Arasaka steps into the office, Sandayu Oda hot on her heels. “Shepard,” Hanako looks surprised, all while staying very prim and proper, “I did not know you were in Night City.”

“Just moved within the last year, Ma’am. Your brother didn’t know either.” Rooney knew what Hanako was fishing for. She had been aware of their relationship with Yorinobu the last time, even if she did not always approve of it. “Oda,” They nod a greeting towards him.

“Shepard,” He returns with a nod of his own.

“Please excuse me. I was just leaving, Ma’am.” They start, making their way to the door.

“Have a pleasant night, Shepard.”

“You as well.” Rooney quickly excuses themself, throwing one last glance over their shoulder at Yorinobu. He catches their gaze, winking at them. They shake their head, fully leaving the office.

As soon as they reach the elevator, Rooney leans against the back wall, letting out a sigh as the elevator door closes. Their holo pings a second later, a familiar name appearing. The text read: We should get a drink sometime. An offer that sounded far more tempting than it should. Rooney closes the message, leaving him on read. This was going to be a long case. 

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Do these things from XCOM count?

You've got the SHIVs, small autonomous armored vehicles

From the front

From the Side

Human for scale (Hey it's technically protecting them)

Anyway maybe this one doesn't really count? But hey, it's cool and you should look at it.

Though... I guess there is this "thing" from XCOM Apocalypse

Well I can find all of 3 pictures of the Griffon online so I guess I'll do the SHIV...

This isn't a tank but I'll give it a pass this time.

Steal the Alien's technology, reverse engineer it, and then use it to build killer robots to fight off their invasion. Hell Yeah.

So the idea of slapping a machine gun on to a little tracked platform (such as a EOD robot), is not new. There are tons of prototypes, concepts, and even a few models in limited service in various militaries today.

So... Quad-tracks. They aren't practical, they increase complexity, cost, maintenance time, weight, and ground-pressure. All for the negligible benefit of not being completely immobilized if one track is shot-off. They do look kinda cool though. It's pretty fast, and there is an upgrade package that makes it fly.

Being in infantry stand-in going up against plasma weapons means it's only marginally more durable than standard infantry, Until you get the xeno-alloy upgrade package.

Comes standard with a four-barreled gatling gun, a good choice for an unmanned platform that can be later upgraded to a laser or plasma weapon.

It does have what is assumedly a fairly advanced set of optics mounted alongside the weapon, as they should be. It also features a forward-facing hull camera, which has a backup for some reason? Why doesn't the weapon cam have a backup?

It's unmanned, so there's probably some XCOM drone operator sitting in an air conditioned room, sipping on an extra-large soda, piggybacking their signal off of the Skyranger, blasting aliens like they're playing Halo, and all while the guys on the ground are panicking for the seventh time this mission. But it only has one antenna, there should be a spare.

It has a bunch of headlights, a dinky little bumper, and no hooks to lift it up for maintenance.

FINAL SCORES

Credibility: 7/10 - Ready For The A1 Model

Coolness: 6/10 - Forest MultiCam

BONUS: A video a guy playing through the whole of XCOM with only SHIVS

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myunghwa was no conspiracy theorist. nor was she an anarchist. but in this very moment, she might as well have been both. pacing, muttering under her breath that everyone was out to get her, she replayed the night’s events in her head, still unclear where she had gone wrong. was it well after midnight? yes. had she consumed a little too much to drink before coming back to the island? also yes. was blasting music in the streets for her solo karaoke performance while walking home a good idea? according to the cops who arrested her, no!  while dancing had always been her strong suit, surely she could have gone on to become a singer if she wished. apparently, she was the only one who thought that. the alcohol had long since passed through her system but the memories of her mischief remained. 

“aren’t i entitled to one call or something? i want my lawyer!” she demanded of the pitiful officer ( officer song, she’d learned ) stationed at a desk beside her cell. visible exasperation on his features, he turned to face her for the hundredth time that night, doing his best to remain patient. “lee myunghwa-sshi, i’ve told you before. you’re not being officially detained. you’re in there because you threw the key away and locked yourself in.” ah yes, she had done that, hadn’t she? symptom: temporary memory loss. cause: suffering from severe humiliation. maybe if she asked enough times, she could rewrite the happenings of the night, pretend that they were unlawfully holding her, not that she had foolishly trapped herself. if her father saw her now, she was certain he would regret ever bringing her back to the country. she really needed to stop drinking! 

giving the officer a stink eye, having little else she could do, myunghwa went right back to pacing, avoiding any surface. it wasn’t much longer before the cell was opened ( she decided locks and her were just a terrible combination ). struggling to contain her dramatics, the stern look from the senior officer nipped any antics in the bud. having tested all their patience enough, her tricks were not about to work with him. it was the afternoon immediately following this unfortunate affair that she found herself on the beach, stabbing a soda can and depositing it into the large bag in her hand. she grumbled to herself that the trash can was right there and why couldn’t people just throw it away properly. pulling out her phone, myunghwa checked the community service schedule she was given in exchange for not lodging an official public nuisance complaint.

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10 Strategies for Effective Drain Cleaning

Drains are the unsung heroes of our plumbing systems, silently whisking away wastewater and keeping our homes and businesses clean and hygienic. However, when drains become clogged or sluggish, they quickly transition from silent helpers to major headaches. From foul odours to backed-up sinks, clogged drains can disrupt daily life and lead to costly repairs if left unchecked. That's why it's crucial to have effective drain relining Sydney strategies in place to maintain optimal drain health and keep your plumbing system running smoothly. 

Regular Maintenance Checks

One of the simplest yet most effective strategies for preventing drain clogs is to conduct regular maintenance checks. Make it a habit to inspect your drains for any signs of buildup or blockages. Look for slow drainage, unusual odours, or water backing up in sinks, tubs, or toilets. Early detection allows you to address potential issues before they escalate into major plumbing problems.

Use a Drain Strainer

Installing drain strainers or guards in sinks, showers, and tubs is an easy way to prevent debris from entering your pipes. Hair, food particles, and other solids can quickly accumulate and lead to stubborn clogs. A drain strainer catches these materials before they can cause problems, reducing the need for extensive drain cleaning later on.

Hot Water Flushing

Regularly flushing your drains with hot water can help dissolve grease, soap scum, and other residues that may be clinging to the pipe walls. For kitchen sinks, in particular, where grease buildup is common, pouring boiling water down the drain can help keep the pipes clear. This simple yet effective method can prevent minor clogs from developing into larger issues.

Natural Drain Cleaners

Avoid harsh chemical drain cleaners, as they can damage your pipes and harm the environment. Instead, opt for natural alternatives such as baking soda and vinegar or enzyme-based cleaners. These eco-friendly solutions are safe for your pipes and effective at breaking down organic matter, including hair, soap scum, and food particles.

Plumbing Snake or Auger

When faced with stubborn clogs that hot water or natural cleaners can't dislodge, a plumbing snake or auger can be a valuable tool. These devices are designed to navigate through pipes, breaking apart blockages and restoring proper drainage. Investing in a plumbing snake can save you time and money by allowing you to tackle clogs on your own.

Hydro-Jetting

For more severe clogs or extensive buildup, consider professional hydro-jetting services. Hydro-jetting utilises high-pressure water jets to blast away debris and sediment from the inside of your pipes. This highly effective method can clear even the toughest blockages, leaving your drains clean and free-flowing.

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Tree Root Prevention

If you have trees or shrubs near your underground sewer lines, take proactive measures to prevent root intrusion. Tree roots are a common cause of drain clogs, as they can penetrate pipes in search of water and nutrients. Install root barriers or schedule periodic root pruning to minimise the risk of root-related blockages and keep your drains flowing smoothly.

Grease Trap Installation

In commercial kitchens or food service establishments, grease buildup can pose a significant risk to drain health. Install grease traps to capture fats, oils, and grease before they enter the drainage system. Proper grease management helps prevent blockages and reduces the risk of sewer backups, ensuring the continued operation of your kitchen plumbing.

Educate Household Members

Finally, educate everyone in your household about proper drain maintenance practices. Encourage responsible usage habits, such as avoiding flushing non-biodegradable items down the toilet and disposing of grease and food scraps properly. By promoting awareness and accountability, you can help prevent drain clogs and preserve the integrity of your plumbing system.

Maintaining clean and clear drains is essential for the proper functioning of your plumbing system. By implementing these ten effective strategies for drain cleaning, you can prevent clogs, minimise the risk of plumbing emergencies, and extend the lifespan of your pipes. Whether through regular maintenance checks, natural cleaners, or professional services, taking proactive steps to care for your drains will pay off in the long run, saving you time, money, and hassle. Remember, a little prevention now can prevent major headaches later on.

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DIY Tips for Keeping Your Plumbing Healthy

DIY Tips for Keeping Your Plumbing Healthy When your plumbing goes awry, it can cause major problems. Not only can plumbing problems damage your pipes and the structure of your home, but water damage can ruin furniture, electronics, and personal belongings, some of which are irreplaceable. How can you prevent plumbing issues in your home? Keep your toilet in good working order. If your toilet is running, you’ll waste a lot of water. If your toilet isn’t kept clean, mineral buildup and bacteria can keep the jets which make it flush from working properly. Also, watch what you flush. Anything that’s not biological material or toilet paper can damage your pipes or septic system. The garbage disposal is not a substitute for the garbage can. They can’t handle everything you might throw at them, so be careful what you put into yours. Don’t put starchy foods into your disposal, never put fats, oils, or grease into your drain in any way, and throw away bones, eggshells, and coffee grounds, rather than putting them down the disposal. Unclog your pipes naturally. Hair, soap, and debris can clog your drains, but harsh chemicals can damage not only your pipes but also your health. Use a plunger, if possible, or try some baking soda and vinegar to blast stubborn clogs. Prepare your plumbing for winter. As temperatures drop, winterize your plumbing. Disconnect hoses from your outdoor faucets, and make sure their shut-off valves are closed. Wrap exterior pipes in foam insulation, and if you’re leaving town, turn off the water main to your house and make sure your thermostat is at least at 60 degrees. Watch the water pressure. Too much water pressure puts your plumbing under stress, and over time your pipes and joints can break down. If you’re concerned that your pressure may be too high, get a pressure gauge from the hardware store and check it. Healthy water pressure is between 40 and 80 psi. Catch little leaks before they become a big problem. Be vigilant about fixing leaks promptly and you’ll save money on water bills as well as preventing water damage to your hour home. Schedule an annual inspection with Mike Counsil Plumbing & Rooter Having a professional plumber perform maintenance each year can catch potential problems before they have the chance to be a big deal. No matter what plumbing problem you’re facing, you can count on the professional plumbing contractors at Mike Counsil Plumbing and Rooter to provide stellar plumbing service with a smile. Since 1994, we’ve served San Jose, California, and the South Bay Area, building a reputation on excellent service and a 100 percent satisfaction rate. Our family-owned and -operated company is committed to exceeding our clients’ expectations, and our staff is kept up to date on all the latest advances in the industry. 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, we’re available to take care of plumbing issues that can’t wait. Contact us today to learn more! Read the full article

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"Building Facade Cleaning Services"

In urban environments, the cleanliness and appearance of building facades are essential for maintaining a positive aesthetic and preserving the structural integrity of the buildings. Professional building facade cleaning services offer a range of solutions to address dirt, grime, pollution residue, and other unsightly elements that accumulate on exterior surfaces over time. Here are some common techniques employed by these services:

Pressure Washing: This method involves using high-pressure water jets to remove dirt, dust, mold, and other contaminants from building facades. Pressure washing is effective for cleaning various types of surfaces, including brick, concrete, stone, and metal.

Chemical Cleaning: Chemical cleaning involves the use of specialized cleaning solutions or detergents to break down and dissolve stubborn stains, grease, and pollutants on building facades. These chemicals are applied to the surface, left to dwell for a certain period, and then rinsed off with water.

Soft Washing: Soft washing is a gentler alternative to pressure washing, particularly suitable for delicate or fragile building materials such as stucco, wood, and decorative trim. It involves using low-pressure water combined with eco-friendly cleaning agents to remove dirt and grime without causing damage to the surface.

Steam Cleaning: Steam cleaning utilizes high-temperature steam to dislodge and dissolve dirt, grease, and other contaminants from building facades. This method is highly effective for deep cleaning and sanitizing surfaces, especially in areas prone to mold and mildew growth.

Abrasive Cleaning: Abrasive cleaning techniques, such as sandblasting or soda blasting, are used to remove tough stains, paint, graffiti, and corrosion from building facades. These methods involve projecting abrasive materials at high velocity onto the surface to mechanically scrub away unwanted deposits. شركة تنظيف منازل بعد الحريق

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Effective Techniques for Resolving Blocked Drains Quickly and Safely.

Blocked drains can be a homeowner's nightmare, causing inconvenience and potential damage if not dealt with promptly. In bustling urban areas like Sydney, where heavy rainfall and aging infrastructure contribute to the problem, knowing how to effectively resolve blocked drains is crucial. From simple DIY methods to professional interventions, here are some effective techniques to clear blocked drains quickly and safely, ensuring smooth water flow and peace of mind.

1. Prevention is Key

The best way to deal with blocked drains is to prevent them from occurring in the first place. Regular maintenance can help keep drains clear and flowing freely. Simple habits such as avoiding flushing non-biodegradable items down the toilet and using drain guards to catch hair and debris in sinks can go a long way in preventing blockages.

2. DIY Solutions

For minor blockages, several DIY methods can often clear the drain without the need for professional assistance. One popular method is using a mixture of baking soda and vinegar followed by hot water to break down and flush away debris. Additionally, a plunger can be effective in dislodging blockages in sinks and toilets by creating pressure to push the obstruction through the pipes.

3. Chemical Drain Cleaners

Chemical drain cleaners are another option for clearing blocked drains, but they should be used with caution. These products contain harsh chemicals that can be harmful to both the environment and your pipes if used incorrectly. If opting for chemical cleaners, be sure to follow the instructions carefully and consider less abrasive alternatives first.

4. Plumbing Snake or Auger

A plumbing snake or auger is a tool designed specifically for clearing blockages in drains and pipes. It works by either breaking up the obstruction or pulling it out of the pipe. While manual augers are available for DIY use, professional plumbers often use motorised versions that can reach deeper into the pipes for more stubborn blockages.

5. Hydro-Jetting

Hydro-jetting is a highly effective and environmentally friendly method for clearing blocked drains. This technique involves using high-pressure water jets to blast away debris and build-up from the walls of the pipes, effectively clearing the blockage and restoring proper flow. Hydro-jetting is best performed by trained professionals who can safely and accurately navigate the equipment.

6. CCTV Drain Inspection

In cases where the cause of the blockage is unclear or more serious issues are suspected, a CCTV drain inspection can provide valuable insights. This involves inserting a small camera into the drain to visually inspect the interior of the pipes and identify any damage or blockages. Once the problem is identified, appropriate measures can be taken to address it effectively.

7. Professional Plumbing Services

When DIY methods prove ineffective or the blockage is too severe to handle alone, it's time to call in the professionals. Experienced plumbers have the knowledge, skills, and specialised equipment necessary to tackle even the most stubborn blockages safely and efficiently. By entrusting the job to professionals, you can rest assured that your blocked drains will be resolved quickly and effectively.

In conclusion, dealing with blocked drains can be a frustrating experience, but with the right techniques and approach, it doesn't have to be a major ordeal. By practicing preventive maintenance, utilizing DIY methods when appropriate, and seeking professional help when needed, you can keep your drains clear and flowing smoothly. Whether you're facing a minor blockage or a more serious issue, addressing it promptly and effectively is key to maintaining a healthy and functional plumbing system in your Sydney home.

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Effective Strategies on How to Remove Graffiti

Graffiti can be a pervasive issue in urban environments, defacing public and private property alike. The presence of graffiti not only affects the aesthetic appeal of a space but also poses challenges for property owners and local authorities. However, removing graffiti doesn't have to be an arduous task. In this comprehensive guide, we will explore various effective strategies on how to remove graffiti, ensuring a clean and graffiti-free environment. For professional and efficient graffiti removal services, trust Clean City Pro to get the job done seamlessly.

Understanding the Type of Surface:

The first step in graffiti removal is understanding the type of surface you're dealing with. Different surfaces require different approaches. For non-porous surfaces like glass or metal, removing graffiti is relatively easier than from porous surfaces such as concrete or brick. The porosity of the surface determines the penetration of the graffiti materials, influencing the choice of removal methods.

Immediate Action:

Prompt action is crucial in graffiti removal. The longer graffiti remains on a surface, the more it adheres, making removal more challenging. As soon as graffiti is noticed, take immediate action. This not only improves the chances of successful removal but also sends a message that graffiti is not tolerated.

Graffiti Removal Techniques:

Pressure Washing: For non-porous surfaces, pressure washing is highly effective. High-pressure water can remove most graffiti without causing damage to the underlying surface. Adjust the pressure according to the surface type, and use appropriate detergents for enhanced results.

Chemical Cleaners: Chemical cleaners are specifically formulated to break down graffiti materials. Choose a cleaner that is suitable for the surface and graffiti type. Test a small, inconspicuous area first to ensure compatibility and avoid potential damage.

Paint Over: Sometimes, the simplest solution is to paint over the graffiti. Match the color and type of paint as closely as possible to the existing surface. This method is particularly effective for surfaces like walls or fences.

Graffiti Remover Gels: Graffiti remover gels are designed to cling to vertical surfaces, allowing for better penetration and extended contact time. These gels are especially useful for intricate or detailed graffiti.

Blasting Media: For tougher surfaces like concrete or brick, abrasive blasting media such as sand or baking soda can be employed. This method effectively removes graffiti without causing harm to the underlying structure.

Safety Precautions:

When engaging in graffiti removal, it's essential to prioritize safety. Use protective gear such as gloves, goggles, and masks, especially when working with chemical cleaners or abrasive blasting media. Ensure proper ventilation in the area, and follow manufacturer guidelines for all cleaning products.

Seek Professional Help:

While many graffiti removal methods can be executed as DIY projects, certain situations may require professional assistance. Complex or extensive graffiti, historical surfaces, or valuable artwork may necessitate the expertise of a professional graffiti removal service.

By understanding the type of surface, taking immediate action, and employing appropriate graffiti removal techniques, property owners and communities can effectively combat the impact of graffiti. For those who prefer a hassle-free and professional approach to graffiti removal, Clean City Pro stands ready to provide expert services. Trust us to restore your spaces to their original, pristine condition. Clean City Pro - Your Partner in Graffiti-Free Environments.