#still need to work on the world hes in too cuz ive been debating if these bitches would be fighting some forces beyond their comprehension

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ok so im gonna infodump under the cut cuz im insane

warning! this all probably makes no sense and is really really messy

so remember this guy?

ive been reworking him actually ever since last year but i just never found a concept design i liked fully

yeah hes the one im gonna be reworking (and who im probably renaming to Lucius Donovan)

and tbh i still dont have one but whatever im gonna blast you all with his lore or what i got so far atleast (if youve been here long enough he might be a wittle familiar)

anyway he's the founder and sole human worker for a tech company focused on manufacturing robots and prosthetics

he was a prodigy whos been building rudimentary robots ever since he was a teenager, his eldest bot and personal assistant having been around since he was 17

when he started his business, he sought to help humanity using his bots, believing that humans were frail and robotic companions helping them would lessen the burden and help humanities chances of not imploding hopefully

once he started making a name for himself, he got into a huge accident (either caused by his own recklessness or a secondary character that ill need to polish up still) that took his legs, arm and a chunk of his face (mostly around the eyes and frontal lobe and a bit of his mouth)

still figuring out the full extent of the damage but just know his torso didn't go unscathed cuz obviously

most of the damage was obviously from the accident itself but also from getting crushed by rubble

its a miracle he even survived, but he was basically half dead so his bots were the ones to revive him using the tech he had already developed

the accident made him more reclusive and paranoid (not that anyone other than his walls know that cuz we love a guy whos really reclusive and paranoid and hides it all behind a mask of confidence), now adding more security measures to every bot he manufactured, even making it so every bot he had sent him the logs of their every action and everything they saw in case they couldnt identify smth properly

also following the accident he became less empathetic than he already was, making it difficult for him to understand more emotional reasonings behind things

also also following the accident, he began using robotic copies of himself to make public appearances whenever he really needs to cuz he thinks with how he is now he's no longer presentable in a way

and also cuz his paranoia and anxiety is so high he genuinely believes something horrible will happen to him or others as soon as he steps out of his factory that basically doubles as his home at this point due to him doing nothing but work all day

there are a few of these clones just

fucking around in his factory though, specifically in the underground facilities, that work as security

And also a way to bait people who do end up reaching the underground facilities looking to kill him or smth

also due to the nature of his prosthetics (and years of trial and error after the accident to improve them) hes kinda got a pseudo immortality thing going on where all this tech is basically gonna keep his body from failing

anyway he can keep adding more and more tech if something goes wrong

but then that makes him think about how disconnected he is from being human at this point

hes more metal than flesh and that makes him anxious

at what point is he just another one of his bots?

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// main story 6.1 spoilers, reactions from 06-03 to LITERALLY THE END LMAO, I BINGED IT I FEEL LIKE I ATE A WHOLE JAR OF CANDY aND THIS POST IS SO LONG OMFGKJFG

HHHHHHH

pls...this is such a sweet thing for mc to say [pleading emoji]

and then im immediately hit by the absolute hilarity that arTEM'S FATHER IS A JUDGE, LMAOOOO. IF IM NOT MISTAKEN, the specific judge mentioned, thats the male judge with the greying hair and the closed eyes we see in murder court, right?? NO RESEMBLANCE WHATSOEVER KAJBFKASJFA

also omg? artem's mom's ENG name isnt the translated from CN server placeholder An Wing but....Kimberly Garner. i got pretty attached to the name "An" but thats fine. what im more interested in is how she kept her surname, girlboss, but also does it have something to do with the whole nepotism shebang? or was it just a personal choice? idk, nitpicky thoughts HAHAKJDSBKFJD

that being said: MANNN, i already talked a lot about artem being a legacy kid from a legacy family but. WHY DIDNT THE RUMORS ABOUT NEPOTISM EVER CROSS MY MIND OMFG. YEAH. ABSOLUTELY, if people knew his dad is a super high ranking judge and his mom is super renowned law prof, ofc theyd think they got to his position thanks to nepotism. very interesting to me!!

AVA KENDRICKS PLS CALL ME, U R SO PRETTY AND PROBABLY EVIL BUT THATS FINE, NOT A DEALBREAKER (I JEST, SHES SO PRETTY THO)

and then boom, another thing thats living in my mind rent free that was very small but STILL

sublimely interested in how neil played into the beginning of this chapter. i hope the story maybe digs deeper into artem and neil's relationship before neil's disappearance....

also wAIT, THIS IS FROM EARLIER THAN THIS POINT IN THE STORY BUT I GOT REMINDED OF HOW INTERESTING I FOUND THIS BIT

all this time i had thought that the og nxx team was just neil and giann vs. the world

but huh! vyn was with them! implied to have been there from the beginning, maybe? this piques my interest cuz like, at first, i thought vyn would only have been connected to giann cuz of the research center. but if he was og nxx, he must have gotten some kind of close with neil too

so like, maybe vyn has personal stakes in the missing persons boogaloo afterall. for Both People

anyway, darius morgan is the funniest person alive

my MAN. U WORK HERE AND UR THE BOSS, HOW DID U FORGET IT'S A NO-SMOKING AREA LMAOKDSJFBSDK

AND THESE AS WELL HAD ME LAUGHING KFJABKS

a SCATHING grade from artem wing and also the most perplexing mid-story debate ive seen thus far akjfbaksjfkas

ugh uuGGGHHHH THE S CENE WHEREARTEM TIES HER SHOES

WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT TO LOOK THAT CUTE

WHO ALSO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT TO SAY THIS ADORABLE TIDBIT

I NEED TO SEE KID!ARTEM WITH HIS VELCRO STRAP SHOES POSTHASTE!!!

and then

jerry and the narrative and mc and artem: the apartment is quite small

the apartment: looks roomier than luke's place kjKHBSDKJFSBDGS

and then

it is CRIMINAL that the story drops on us that artem swims on a regular basis. and we have NOT gotten an IMAGE OF HIM SWIMMING. skadi invite doesnt count, hes not swimming, hes just Standing In The Water, i wanna see artem wing doing a backstroke thru the pool

and THEN

mc: how long can you hold your breath?

artem:

me: haha. this is specific. so artemcore, to give the exact time down to the second. this totally didnt make me go "oh god" cuz i have....certain context i saw from the cn server version 6.2 trailer i watched way back when. HAHA. THANKS FOR THE SPECIFIC ANSWER ARTEM.....

none of these reactions ive typed are intelligent in any manner, i will think smart thoughts on ANOTHER DAY. TODAY, I PROCESS WHAT IVE SEEN AKJBFKJSAFA

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Women Are Reportedly Banned From Going Sleeveless in Congress. Is Paul Ryan to Blame?

Speaker Ryan is being blamed for the sleeveless top ban. But is it fair? (Photo: Getty Images)

All across America, women’s rights activists are turning up at protests over the proposed healthcare bill, wearing white bonnets and red robes, their heads bowed low. Their outfits are chosen in accordance with what the handmaids are forced to wear in Margaret Atwood’s 1985 novel, The Handmaid’s Tale, now a Hulu series, which imagines a dystopian American future in which women have lost all rights. The point being made via the demonstrators’ wardrobe is, obviously, that it’s where we’re heading, with women’s rights being slowly chipped away.

That Handmaid’s Tale symbolism was evoked once again on Thursday, this time in reference to a series of reports coming out of Washington about women being barred from entering the Speaker’s Lobby, a room adjacent to the House chamber. Why? For wearing sleeveless dresses and blouses that expose their shoulders, as well as open-toed shoes.

The official written rule for dress code in Congress is that people should wear “proper attire as determined by the Speaker.” For men that means “coats and ties,” and for women that means, well, “proper attire as determined by the Speaker.” And that would be, at this point, Paul Ryan. But many women who have been reporting on Capitol Hill for years have come forward to tamp down the fresh outrage, noting that the no-sleeveless rule is nothing new, and is in fact well understood by the journalism vets in town for years (under a series of different speakers, including Nancy Pelosi).

CBS News first reported the latest sleeveless story, though, detailing the account of a female reporter who was not permitted to enter the area due to her exposed shoulders. “Forced to improvise, she ripped out pages from her notebook and stuffed them into her dress’s shoulder openings to create sleeves, witnesses said. An officer who’s tasked with enforcing rules in the Speaker’s Lobby said her creative concoction still was not acceptable.”

This is real. Fellow female reporters barred from Speaker’s lobby for wearing sleeveless dresses while doing their jobs. (It’s hot in DC) https://t.co/8evY6wQmA8

— K Tully McManus (@ktullymcmanus) July 6, 2017

Can confirm I was warned the next time I would be removed https://t.co/M0BTcFYchO

— Kellie Mejdrich (@kelmej) July 6, 2017

Jezebel quickly followed the CBS story with a similar report, this time with a headline that read, “The House Has a New ‘No Sleeveless’ Dress Code for Women” — although it was swiftly changed to “The House Has a ‘No Sleeveless’ Dress Code for Women,” as the claim that the policy was “new” turned out to be inaccurate.

New or old, The Handmaid’s Tale parallels quickly began: “The U.S. House of Reps has a new ‘no sleeveless, no open toe shoes’ dress code cuz going straight to red robes & white bonnets was too drastic,” one woman tweeted. “Blessed be the fruit,” tweeted another, calling out the religious refrain people are forced to recite in the world of the novel.

The complexity here is that, again, this rule is not new, and the debate about what to wear in D.C. seems to rage annually when the city begins to feel like the swamp that it is; former Speaker John Boehner often reminded members of the dress code. After Thursday’s report from CBS, many women came forward to share experiences they have faced of being told to cover up while at the House, some of which occurred years ago.

That has been the rule forever. It’s not Paul Ryan.’s rule–every reporter knows that that works on the hill for any length of time. https://t.co/3aOlvMl4Zw

— SalenaZito (@SalenaZito) July 7, 2017

1. this rule is 100 percent not new. 2. ive seen congressmen be forced to put jackets on before going to the floor. https://t.co/QiYTLMVzJF

— Kate Nocera (@KateNocera) July 6, 2017

The Speaker’s Lobby has one of the most ridiculous and backwards dress codes around. Did when I covered Congress. Still does. https://t.co/88yv6YSuz1

— Lizzie O’Leary (@lizzieohreally) July 6, 2017

Wore a sleeveless, work-appropriate dress to Speaker’s Lobby six years ago and was advised to “please cover up” next time. https://t.co/66biNrmbtQ

— Patricia Mazzei (@PatriciaMazzei) July 6, 2017

The vagary, of course, is in the wording — “appropriate attire” — and the fact that while, for men, that is explicitly defined as coats and ties, the interpretation of “appropriate” for women is left up to the speaker. Just a few weeks ago, Speaker Ryan reminded those in the House that “members should wear appropriate business attire.” Still, with no definition of what that means.

.@SpeakerRyan: “Members should wear appropriate business attire…” pic.twitter.com/a4f1Oy5ifT

— CSPAN (@cspan) June 23, 2017

What likely makes the policing of toes and shoulders so striking this time around is that it seems to be in keeping with a Republican trend. At the 2016 Republican National Convention, female reporters were told by volunteers that their shoulders needed to be covered at RNC events. Similarly, President Trump famously prefers that the women he works with “dress like women,” which apparently means in dresses.

While what many are calling #Sleevegate seems to come up annually, the lack of definition for “appropriate attire” becomes inherently sexist when it becomes about policing body parts. And when the definition is determined by the speakers themselves, it’s virtually impossible to be anything but a reflection of their politics.

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[the-coolest-mallard]

Homework Woes

Yes, you guessed it. Louie and his experience with homework.

Words required for Lena: 2006 exactly

There were days like today where Louie desperately wished he could just drop out of school and become a gangster. Or maybe he’d ditch school and join a circus. Or somehow out of the blue he’d make it big in a rock band and never have to study for any test or do any homework ever again. Oh how badly he wished he could do any of those things instead of stare down the assignment that Mr. Lyons had given them because he hated his students. Louie was sure the guy had to be hating them.

And okay, Simba Lyons was a cool dude when he wasn’t teaching. But teaching meant that he gave Louie stuff to do, and Louie didn’t like stuff. Especially not stuff about the medieval times and the days where people smelled really bad and thought kings were the shit. Maybe the kings had the shits, but Louie was fairly sure not a single one of those old farts was any good. The only dude that was interesting was one of the Henrys, and only because he went full psycho!

But no, here was Louie, stuck writing a paper on some asshole King Richard III. Well, he was doing his best. But Uncle Donald was working, and Huey was off doing who knew what, so Louie didn’t really have any good helpers to make sure his work made sense so far. As he glanced down at what he had, he couldn’t help but be dismayed by his efforts.

Rihard the third was burn the youngest sun and was considred to be a loser. No one cared.

Well, at least Louie could kind of sympathize for the dude. Like Louie, he was the youngest probably talentless guy who nobody really cared about. Though he would guess that this Richard dude could probably spell better than Louie could. His letters were all over the place. He was all over the place. He was pretty sure this Richard dude caused a big family drama, but he wasn’t sure that he had the right family drama written down. He knew about the Henry that chopped heads off, but that wasn’t the Henry that Richard’s family was against. At least he was pretty sure. Why did English history have to have so many repeated names for royalty? It was so damn confusing!

Okay focus Louie. Focus! He told himself, eyebrows furrowing as he glanced at the textbook he had, as well as extra material he’d researched on academic sites online. Well, he’d found an article or two before he’d completely lost focus and started playing games on his computer. But he was getting there. Slowly. Probably. Well he had like two sentences written in his draft. That was two more than there had been an hour ago. God help him. Louie was going to die writing this paper, he was sure of it. 

For a moment Louie found himself tempted to try to reach out to Mark. Maybe he’d text Mark about how the next guy to die by crazy medieval death would be Louie! Or he’d text Mark and tell him that he couldn’t do anymore of this paper and that he should come over. Or he should send Mark cool pictures of himself and insist Mark send some back. Anything other than actually work on this medieval paper for History class. “Okay...okay if i just add this part here. This part is important I can do that and it’ll be...yeah.”

Richard’s bro Edward became King of England after people bitched about who was sposed to be King. He becm King Edward IV on March 4th, 1461. This made our guy Richie a royal prince.

Louie dropped his pen and sighed, staring at the tragic abyss that was all the blank space of his notebook. He’d had to ban himself from his computer to write it (though it would have good spellcheck, because there were just too many ways to distract himself on there) and now he felt like his hand was going to die. He’d only written a few sentences. God, why couldn’t Louie be smart like his brother? Or at least let him be smart for these occasions where it kind of mattered? Louie dreamed of getting through this paper with minimal crying.

His head jerked up at that, and he found his fingers already twitching for his phone. Speaking of crying, Louie should text Tae and see how bad off he had it with this whole thing. He was pretty sure Tae would hate this just as much as he did. Louie debated over what to say, before he grinned and just sent: ‘couldn’t give a fuck bot dis Richard dude. Howre u doin with ur old fart paper?’ Louie then forced himself to set his phone aside again and stare at the words on his computer screen. This Richard dude dealt with a fucked up situation. That part Louie had been able to focus on. It was just hard to write about said fucked up situation without writing it terribly. 

He already knew what comments he’d get with this: decent fact finding, but could stand to write in a more academic way. This is a research paper, not a casual conversation among friends. Stuff like that. He’d probably get more shit than that, but Louie was pretty familiar with all the red marks and comments he got for his shitty work. “Ugggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh,” Louie whined, throwing his head back and slumping in his chair. How did smart people do this? Louie struggled so hard to get through a paragraph!

Maybe he should try music. Louie hadn’t considered that option yet, but it was definitely one that could potentially get him through his paper. Music had to be it! After all, spotify had all kinds of study playlists and shit, things to help someone get through the work they were trying to do. Maybe Louie would do that. So he went ahead and switched on one of those study playlists and started reading stuff on this Richard dude again. But then the music was so calming, and Louie’s eyelids started drooping. His head started to drop, and then the next thing he knew he was jerking awake and looking at the clock.

“Oh shit! You slept for an hour Louie? Oh goooood why am I such a fucking idiooooot,” he moaned, putting his head in his hands and shaking his head desperately. This was so bad. Louie was so doomed if he didn’t get this paper done by midnight. He had four hours left or something, but he needed every damn second of that time. Writing all of this was so much harder for him than other people. Other people didn’t struggle to keep focused on one thing for as long as Louie did. He was going to fail and end up as a horribly sad janitor and everyone would laugh at him. Louie could see a tragic future.

So he decided he was going to pep up his mood a little. He took a nap? Now it was time to play some lively music and get back into it. Louie turned on Green Day. Louie started bobbing his head enthusiastically, glancing over at his computer to see what he could add about this Richard guy. If he were truly honest, the history was kind of interesting, but Louie still couldn’t keep himself focused enough to get through it more efficiently. He was on to the next little segment for himself, eyebrows furrowing as he debated how to put it.

Richie becm duk of gloucster n a knight of the roun table? or just a knight? something bout a garter. He was placed in a house of the kingmaker guy and grew to be an adult there i guess. ADULTS WERE 16. means im an adult and-

Louie cut himself off. Not important for the purposes of the essay, but he did debate over coming at his uncle with that. Like, ‘listen Uncle Donald, I know there are some dumb rules here, but I’m an adult in the medieval world. I can do what i want!’ Yeah, that probably wouldn’t go over very well, but Louie liked to believe he could have more control over his life. It gave him a satisfying feeling. Or the pretense of satisfaction. Much more satisfying than working on this thrice cursed paper for History. 

He tapped his pen against his chin, tilting his head as he tried to review some more notes and stuff when an absolute bop of a Green Day song came on. “Oh shit, gotta turn that up.” Louie turned up the volume for his speakers and got to his feet, dramatically playing the guitar for the song. It was too good to ignore! “I walk a lonely road the only one that I have ever knowwwwwwwn don’t know where it goes but it’s home to me and I walk alone!” Louie belted it out, not caring about who would here because well, apparently none of his family was around to help him suffer less. He rocked the air guitar, letting his head rock with it and himself pretend he was the amazingly talented Mike Dirnt. He forgot himself for a song before sighing and heading back towards his table and misery. Why did history have to suck so badly?

“Okay Richard, man...couldn’t you help a guy out and write this for me?” Louie suggested with a laugh, shaking his head as he glanced down at what he’d written. He really didn’t have much at all. He was doomed to a life of failure and crime probably. While his brother Huey became Prime Minister or some shit one day, Louie would be nothing. A no good hoodlum or a janitor or a tragically broke musician or something. The longer this went on the more depressing his future looked. He could cry. “Right so so...war of the roses started again right? It stopped chilling out....when.” His eyebrows furrowed, glancing at his paper and the computer with a sigh.

The rose war started up agin in 1469 when Richard and King Edwrds bro n the kingmaker guy Warwick were like ‘f u Edward’ n seized control of Eddie an his gov. Our dude Richie stayed loyal cuz he wasnt a piece of shit bro.

Louie glanced over what he wrote and shrugged. Was it informal? Yes. Did he basically know the history of this dude? Sort of. Mostly. Honestly, at least Louie was making the story more accessible. Maybe this paper could be his Hamilton. He was just offering it to the masses. The masses wanted information that wasn’t horribly bland and basic! Louie was totally delivering on that. In his opinion anyway. He was still probably going to fail this paper. 

But he had made it so far, so Louie let himself keep trying, figuring he still had a few hours leeway to make it sound more “academic” and “boring” rather than his actual writing and thinking style. Why were academic people so lame? Louie sighed, leaning over his paper again to start writing.

Warwick n the dumbass bro reinstated one of the Henrys...3? 4? who the fuck evn knows? 5? Before our man Richie and his bro King Eddie came back n KICKED ASS MAN. Took the throne back after a year lol bitches u tried.

Louie rubbed his eyes tiredly, getting up to go grab himself a snack. He was working hard. He was doing better than usual. Usually by now he’d have given up and just started playing games (or called Mark to do something actually fun). Instead Louie brought himself some crisps, a can of soda, and some chocolate for when it got too depressing to last without sweetness. He could do this! He could do this right? As it got later he started to debate the merit of selling his soul and offering it to Mr. Lyons. Maybe then the dude would go easy on Louie’s best effort. He really had tried.