#sulphuric-acid-house

[copepods]

happy birthday!

ty :3

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

i vaguely remember seeing a post about the woman on tiktok illegally digging a tunnel under her house to make a storm shelter, but i did not realise that 1) she has 0 qualifications and works in IT, 2) she got into her areas watertable and started pumping groundwater out into her yard, 3) when a fire broke out, she recorded herself putting it out with a fire extinguisher in one hand and her phone in the other, 4) she hit a radon gas bubble, 5) shes located somewhere with big sulphur pockets and as she got into the waterline, she might have produced sulphuric acid which leaks into the aquifer, aka she could be poisoning the local drinking water, 6) she lives on a CUL-DE-SAC, 7) shes just been releasing silica dust whilst not using respiratory gear herself, let alone warning her neighbours, and 8) her neighbours have said the ground would randomly shake sometimes but many of them felt they couldnt report it to local authorities for fear of deportation.

she has now been stopped and seems to think that since shes only tunneling under her property, itll be easy to get permits to continue. she also drives a tesla which... yeah, that sounds about right.

[jackhkeynes]

Chemical Etymology (cont.)

excerpts from the Veriloquace Glossary of Alchemy, a reference quire compiled by Rotcham University Primers [1].

athimar /ˈa.θɪˌmaː/ [antimony] the corporal [element] whose atoms have 51 mora, a reflecting grey half-metal known historically from its coholl [sulphide]. Around 1400 < Scholastic Latin athimāris "coholl of athimar" < synonymous Arabic إِثْمِد • 'ithmid, possibly from Copt. Applied to the corporal itself (as opposed to the ore) since the eighteenth century.

coholl /kʊˈhɔl/ [sulphide] any substance formed of brimstone [sulphur] and a metal—for example, fool's gold is a coholl of iron. 1610 < Vascon cohol "coholl of athimar [stibnite]" < Arabic كُحْل • kuḥl "eye-black", after the use of this substance as make-up. The term was generalised to all such metal compounds by Zaravcar in the late eighteenth century.

machovine /ˈma.kʊˈvəin/ [strontium] the corporal whose atoms have 38 mora, a yellow-grey metal. 1789 < Scholastic Latin machovīnus "machovine" < Machov, the town in Poland where the corporal was first isolated from the nearby mine's ore. The ash [carbonate] of machovine has seen use as a catalyst for the production of sugar from the braxoch beet.

maschale /məˈskɛːl/ [propionic acid] the acid oil [carboxylic acid] with a spine [carbon chain] of length three, a malodorous clear liquid. 1850 < Scholastic Latin maschāle < Ancient Greek μᾰσχᾰ́λη "armpit", after the substance's presence in human sweat as produced by skin zoia [microorganisms].

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[1] a publishing house based in the city of Rotcham [Rochdale, Greater Manchester] and affiliated with the local university.

[th3-0bjectivist]

The Gem of the South, and the Frozen Furnace beneath the Pale Hilltops

In the Frozen South, there are yet fragments of a metropolis of tall temples, that once touched a clear blue arctic sky, which glistened on snowy hilltops like a brilliant green gem on a lily-white horizon. This city was and is the Emerald of the South, whose lush beauty has decades-faded away, but nonetheless holds as a modern bonfire of desperate survival after The Undoing. One of the oldest and most sacred human-built settlements of Atma’Zae is now merely carved out on the ridge of a slowly melting and cracked glacier. Now drooping off a peak over the Southern Sea, this still-bustling settlement once housed wisemen and oracles who foresaw the undoing of man by his own designs. In these, the Days of Ash, the pillars that once were the pride of the snow have been twisted and cracked away by permanently high arctic winds and toxified sleet.

Once known as Esmer, this settlement was the home of philosophers and religious theocrats. It is the foundational source of the Realm’s only autotheist national divinity, The Order of the Mirror, whose adherents worshipped their own reflection thinking themselves as Gods. Precious gems, predominantly emeralds, but also alexandrite, diamonds and sapphires were mined in the nearby snowcapped mountains to focus magical illusions into distilled magick, a type of magic far more potent and destructive than mere parlor tricks and sleight of hand. The green and lush gardens of Esmer grew rife with arctic moss, tundra roses and diamond leaf willows which stunned weary, cold travellers from afar; distinctly jade among a field of all-white.

Esmer-Alda has since been retitled for modern times, forever changed and pitted-out inside the edge of the Pale Hilltops of the South. After the Nemesis, the survivors of the Undoing were forced to burrow deep its hilltop and build a massive furnace in the coal-rich mantle beneath the now-abandoned rock crystal towers. An estimated 20,000 prisoner-slaves man the burners, the control valves, and the combustion chamber deep beneath this once holy site. The upper city is no longer habitable as acidic blizzards, and sub-zero temperatures permeate under a thick sulphur-dioxide sky. Soon, there will likely be no more Esmer-Alda, as it dithers over the Southern Sea ready to bend and break into the waters below at any moment.

Lore Entry # 3 (click here for art)

[scotianostra]

15th February 1817 saw the birth in Glasgow of Robert Angus Smith.

You may not have heard of him, or maybe you read about him in my previous post? Anyway we have all heard of acid rain, defined by National Geographic magazine thus: “Acid rain describes any form of precipitation that contains high levels of nitric and sulfuric acids. It can also occur in the form of snow, fog, and tiny bits of dry material that settle to Earth.”

The words “acid rain” were coined as long ago as 1859 by Angus Smith, who seven years earlier had made the discovery that northern cities across Britain were suffering from rainfall that contained heavy pollutants that were the result of the burning of coal that was rich in sulphur. His research found that the worst-affected city was his home town of Glasgow.

Robert Angus Smith was born in Pollokshaws the seventh son and 12th child of John Smith, originally from Ayrshire, and his wife Janet, daughter of James Thomson who owned a mill at Strathaven in Lanarkshire.

His elder brother John was a big influence on Angus’s life. John eventually became a senior teacher at Perth Academy, and was himself a scientist who would research theories on colour and light. He encouraged his younger brother to read the works of Joseph Priestley, the pioneering English chemist, and Angus Smith was greatly influenced by Priestley’s writings.

He attended Glasgow University from the age of 13, apparently to prepare for a career in the Church of Scotland ministry, but he left without graduating and then became a tutor to families, first in Scotland and then in England. In 1839 he accompanied the Bridgeman family to Germany where he remained to study under the Professor Justus Liebeg, gaining his PhD in 1841.

On returning to England he took a post at Manchester Royal Institution as assistant to Lyon Playfair, an Indian-born Scot and a scientist and politician.

Playfair passed on his own interest in the sanitation of towns and cities to Angus Smith, who left the Institution to set up in business as an analytical chemist. As concern grew about pollution, his services were in demand, and in one famous experiment he waited until a crowded room had emptied then collected the residue on windows to prove that human breath exuded not just carbon dioxide but organic matter dangerous to health.

Smith once graphically described the effects of Manchester’s polluted atmosphere, in a letter to the Manchester Guardian published on November 2, 1844.

He wrote: “Coming in from the country last week on a beautiful morning, when the air was unusually clear and fresh, I was surprised to find Manchester was enjoying the atmosphere of a dark December day… Those who would defend such evils, who would remain careless as long as any probable cause is unremoved, must surely be devoid not only of mercy, but of clear perception and of good taste. The gloominess of uncleanness is everywhere around us.”

In 1851 he began the research that would make him the “father of acid rain” as he is often known. Smith proved that sulphur compounds in the air of towns and cities were the result of burning coal and coke transported in air and rainwater, and even as the industrial revolution was bringing more and more factories into being, Smith was arguing that manufacturers should be held responsible for their pollution.

He investigated poor housing and water quality, and published numerous papers that formed the basis of the developing science of environmental chemistry. One report on the problems of pollution for the Royal Mines Commission was particularly devastating in its scientific indictment of the polluters.

Smith was called as an expert witness in a court case over factory and mine pollution and his testimony was convincing. Consequently when the British Government decided to legislate – in the Alkali Act of 1863 – to try and cut pollution from mining and manufacturing, there was really only one man to turn to as the first chief of the alkali inspectorate and thus Smith spent much of the next two decades transforming attitudes to pollution.

In 1872 Smith published his Air and Rain, the beginnings of a Chemical Climatology, in which he collected the result of his experiments. It proved how ground-breaking his work had been.

With honorary degrees from both Glasgow and Edinburgh University, Angus Smith was honoured in his own lifetime. His health declined badly in his later years and he died at at Colwyn Bay, North Wales, on May 12, 1884, being buried in the churchyard of St Paul’s, Kersal, Manchester.

He was paid a most generous tribute in the first edition of Nature magazine following his death: “For upwards of 40 years he laboured unceasingly to show how chemistry might minister to the material comfort and physical well-being of men — not in the manufacture of new compounds useful in the arts, or in the establishment of new industries – but in raising the general standard of the health of communities by checking or counteracting the evils which have followed in the train of that enormous development of the manufacturing arts which is the boast of this century.

“In his true vocation, as the chemist of sanitary science, Smith worked alone, and we have yet to find the man on whom his mantle has fallen."

[beardedmrbean]

Problem is sometimes euthanasia can be the best option for some people

But y'know, everything depends on the situation

There was a young man from the UK, his girlfriend had tossed battery acid in his face.

I'm just going to do this, sticks with me since I think it was the first thing like this I ever really interacted with. Link

A woman threw acid over her former partner in an attack that left him with such "grotesque" injuries Belgian doctors agreed to end his life.

Berlinah Wallace, 49, is accused of murder and applying a corrosive fluid to Dutch engineer Mark van Dongen in Bristol in 2015.

Mr van Dongen ran screaming into the street in his boxer shorts with "horrific" injuries before being taken to hospital, Bristol Crown Court heard.

Ms Wallace denies both charges.

The attack on 23 September left Mr van Dongen, 29, paralysed from the neck down, unrecognisable and all but blinded, Bristol Crown Court heard.

Ms Wallace allegedly laughed and told him "if I can't have you, no-one else can" before throwing a glass of sulphuric acid into his face.

Prosecutor Adam Vaitilingam QC said the defendant "deliberately threw acid at Mr van Dongen, intending to cause him serious harm".

"She admits throwing it but denies any intent to cause him harm. She says that she believed that what she was throwing over him was a glass of water."

(oh yes people often mistake acid for water I'm sure)

Mr Vaitilingam said Mr van Dongen's "physical and mental suffering" drove him to euthanasia.

"Put simply, he could not bear to live in that condition. If that is right, we say, then she is guilty of murder," he added.

The court was told Mr van Dongen suffered 15 months of pain before being granted euthanasia in Belgium, where it is legal and where his family lives, in January 2017.

"He was examined by three consultants, who confirmed that this was, in their terms, a case of unbearable physical and psychological suffering despite maximum medical support," Mr Vaitilingam added.

"They agreed that the test for euthanasia was met, and on 2 January 2017 they inserted a catheter into his heart, which brought about his immediate death." ___________

Not really a fan of euthanasia, but as reasons go, I wouldn't fight anyone over this I don't think.

Now let's go to Canada.

Canada's Veterans Affairs office offered to assist a Paralympian and veteran to commit suicide when she sought to have a wheelchair lift installed in her home, the woman told lawmakers last week.

Christine Gauthier, a 52-year-old retired corporal who competed in the 2016 Paralympics at Rio De Janeiro, testified to lawmakers that a VA official had offered — in writing — to provide her with a medically-assisted suicide kit. The case officer remains unnamed but reportedly made similar offers to at least three other veterans, according to the Independent.

"I have a letter saying that if you’re so desperate, madam, we can offer you MAID, medical assistance in dying," Gauthier said in a hearing before the House of Commons veterans affairs committee.

Prime Minister Justin Trudeau condemned the incident in a public statement on Friday after Gauthier said she personally wrote him a letter on the issue.

(I don't believe for a moment trudeau is displeased with anything about this other than the press it's getting is making him look bad)

This woman here

Wanted one of these

And was given the option of ending her own life instead.

So ya, you're right and I'm showing here 2 fairly extreme ends of the spectrum when it comes to this kind of thing, there should be some dignity allowed out there and you shouldn't be forced to live in excruciating pain where every moment after the morphine wears off leaves you in agony.

He went and made the decision for himself to do what he did and several doctors signed off on it saying, ya dude's fucked and baring a miracle will be beyond miserable for the foreseeable future so we're gonna ok this request, coup de grace, mercy killing.

Then we have a mostly fit veteran, paralympian, athlete that would like to be able to go upstairs in the home they live in and the doctor hands them a brochure that says have you considered suicide. (probably far more tastefully put than that, but still)

So while you are right there are situations that call for it, having EDS shouldn't be one of them, neither should having OCD, Borderline, Schizophrenia or Bipolar,

and being poor should not be a factor included either

OCD, Borderline, Schizophrenia and Bipolar I haven't actually seen if they're offering it to them but with the fact that they are offering to people with mental issues I wouldn't be surprised.

This is not mercy, mercy is helping people heal that can be helped heal, it's a chairlift for someone. it's not a needle so they don't have to fuss with it

Canada's standards for this are already too loose and they're about to get looser, doctors that don't want to treat someone might start pointing folks towards this too.

It's wrong,

[lovefrombegonia]

Is it normal to feel like torturing Gregory House with nails and hammers and concentrated sulphuric acid, but also want to burrito him in warm blankets and put him in my pocket?

[fixaidea]

I would love five more facts about the DMBJ crew as exotic plant specialists. :D

So this is a one-step-closer-to-mundane AU where the really big world-ending stuff like the Ultimate isn't present and the Wang aren't as ancient (though still something of a death cult as I'll mention below), but just an other, if outstandingly ruthless, party on the black market. They are just as enthusiastic about sabotage and infiltration as ever, but here they use it to snag industry secrets* and kill the competition's stock. The almighty Algorythm is mostly used to predict and manipulate the market.

Their (and the Zhang's) quest for immortality is still low-key on though, because if you're gonna hang your life on plants you might also take an interest in their medicinal uses, be it the traditional approach or experimenting in a laboratory.

The man-eating cypress is still a thing though, here the results of some really wild Soviet-era** experiments that first got out of hand then out of the lab. So are a batch of mutant, weirdly intelligent giant Drosera. Getting caught on a giant sticky-trap that slowly folds in on you as it digests you is probably not the way you want to go. And those are just the ones that still by and large resemble an identifiable plant genus. This also connects to the little immortality project of the Zhang and the Wang.

Xinyue is an auction house that specialises in very old, very special bonsai, but they also deal with the kind of orchids you can't even look at without having to pay your life savings.

For most of his life Xiaoge didn't exactly have the luxury of preferences or even opinions. For the longest time Wu Xie suspected he didn't like plants at all. Still, after the Iron Triangle retired and settled down, the brightest windowsills were slowly taken over by tiny succulents which neither Pangzi nor Wu Xie remembered bringing in, which left only one suspect. None of these plants were anything special, just bog-standard species like jade plant, Aloe, some Euphorbia and cacti, no special colouration or anything... just. Small, cute chubby plants, just because.

*Someone lifted your tissue culture protocols? Ah whoops, did your priceless mother plant got watered with sulphuric acid? But not before getting a haircut for propagation? What a bummer, sooo sorry to hear that!

**The experiments were carried out somewhere in the SU but the horrors it created now lurk all over Europe and Asia.

[the-teacup-poisoner]

Further evidence of Graham’s troubled mental state was presented by Dr Peter Scott, who examined him on 18 April to ascertain whether he was fit to stand trial. Much of Scott’s report is familiar territory, but there are some fresh insights. Noting Graham was ‘always neatly dressed’ and physically ‘normal’, albeit with bad teeth and red marks on his upper arms (‘said to be sulphuric acid burns’), Scott documented Graham’s regret at never having married, continuing:

He has exceptional ability to hide or deny sympathy and affection so that he tends to be described as ‘devoid of feelings’; he gives the impression of having to force himself to be callous and hard. He says that he is ‘sombre’ in all his tastes and that gaiety embarrasses him. He shows a very strong tenacity of purpose and rigidity of character, but is not obsessional. He recognises a ‘streak of arrogance’ in himself. He tends to drink fairly heavily and to inhale ether for its interesting effects. He has a fantasy of having sufficient money to own a fast car and to live in a large, secluded Gothic house, where he could pursue his studies and thus gain power over people.

Scott went on to describe him as:

cooperative, never challenging authority, nor trying to manipulate people, though sometimes insistently demanding. He is in excellent touch with reality and shows no disorder of perception, except that very occasionally, at times of particular stress he suddenly feels ‘detached’, as though looking in on himself (a not uncommon phenomenon occurring widely in psychiatric patients and normal people). He shows a dry sense of humour, and has been observed to show anger, despair, self-criticism and to weep, quite appropriately. He seems reluctant to be friendly and, if he becomes so, seems to make a conscious effort to withdraw again. Similarly, he will sometimes express remorse or affection and show considerable insight into his own personality but next time he is seen it has all been withdrawn. Throughout the great stress of this long remand he has always maintained his innocence in regard to the current charges. He has not shown any disorder of thought; he has not been hallucinating and there are no paranoid or depressive delusions. He has expressed hopelessness and failure and has felt ‘I might as well be dead.’ He has been a considerable worry lest he should kill himself and will continue to be a risk in this respect.

— A Passion for Poison, by Carol Ann Lee.

[sofiiel]

001 : The Cutting Room Floor

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Warnings: Mentions of death. Mild violence.

Eddie scowled as he watched the crowd quake at the pitched, quivering scream of the ghostly man on the stage. It was a sound that seemed to crawl from the cracks of the earth, where the air was perfumed in sulphuric suffering.

It was the sort of sound that would make nuns abandon their rosaries, skinny-dip in holy water, and still feel sullied.

The audience loved it, that tormented cry.

And indeed, in his melting corpse paint and drenched long hair Pete seemed every bit Abaddon.

"I don't know what Jack was thinking, having us tour together this year anyway," Eddie muttered leaning against the wall.

"Jealous?" A sweet voice called through a bright smile.

Eddie's brows lifted high as he glanced down at Chrissy, her milky eyes giggling even in her silence.

"Tch, as fucking if..." Eddie grumbled.

"You're jealous. He's your opener, relax. It's obvious you're still Jack's favorite." Chrissy reassured, if not a bit cheekily.

"Eddie, you ready? We're on in five," called Jeff, his guitar already slung around his body.

Eddie gave a nod and glanced out to the stage, where Pete and his band wrapped up their set.

"Always ready, man," Eddie said.

He took a step forward to embark on the stage, as Pete sent Eddie a triumphant smirk in passing. His band followed closely behind him. The drummer smacked his shoulder into Grant's as he walked by.

"The hell? What's your problem!" Grant growled.

The Drummer's eyes glinted a violent amber as he released a hyena-like cackle under his breath.

"Don't you know?" asked the dry tone of Kali, the Bassist.

"Axel's not hunted yet. You should be careful," she advised Grant, continuing on behind Axel.

"Keep your dog under control." Gareth warned, giving Eddie a light push, "come on man, let's go before they escalate this." he whispered into his bandmate's ear.

Eddie swallowed back the urge to snap at the confrontational group and headed out to take his place on the stage.

You waited with fighting hands and restless feet in the back of a cramped taxi. Your stomach burned with turning acids as you quietly watched the rain and the passing lights.

Jack had finally agreed to talk about that marriage counseling you'd asked for.

You'd already resigned to the idea that he'd simply become to distracted and invested in his music business. You'd accepted that it was his family legacy and he just couldn't allot time for you and it.

You weren't mad, but you never expected the phone call you'd gotten after Jack found your house empty one early morning.

His mind was always someplace else, it was a shock to your system when you got that tearful phone call. "Ok, let's talk." It was a more powerful statement than anyone could know.

You sighed and fixed your hair and emerald dress, he loved you in that dress.

You could feel the old butterflies flutter in your gut. Hopeful and shy, he hadn't given you these feelings since highschool.

The Taxi came to a slow at the red light as your phone rang in the tune of Jack's favorite song. A way to keep him close while he was away for many days at a time.

You see his name on the caller ID and smile, rushing to answer.

And at the sound your stomach took a deep dive pulling the warmth in your limbs down with it.

"What?" You whisper in shock to the frantic voice on the other side.

"Jacks dead ____, listen you need to go to the office you -"

You cut off Barbara, your husbands secretary "I...what hospital is he..." your dazed words fade out as water stings your eyes and your throat clenches.

"____, sugar...that won't do you any good. Listen to me, ok. You need to go to the office it's safe there. I've called Ed-"

"I'm, gonna go to the hospital and I need to call his mother and...I'm sorry I need to go..." in your daze you cut off barbara again.

"no, no, no! Listen to me you need to-!" Are the final words you hear from her.

Your eyes turn to your driver, stunned as he snatched away your phone.

A thin smirk stretching across his face as he peered down at you, horns honking as he remained idle.

"Sorry, I'm afraid you're taking a bit of a detour." He said as his smirk grew.

Something in that smirk looks vaguely inhuman.

Your fear is written across your face scribbled over your clear confusion.

"Look if this is some sort of prank, it's a really inappropriate time. I just lost my husband. I needed to make calls and get to the nearest hospital. If you're trying to get more money for the miles that's fine just get a move on " you voice is hollow as you speak.

The man laughs, his growing smile had the potential to be charming under different circumstances. He shook curls the color of honey and chuckled.

"Pretty but not smart are you? Don't make this harder than it needs to be. Turns out we don't need you very alive to draw out the idiot king. Shouldn't have snuffed out old Jack though." He said to himself.

A shiver shook your spine sends waves of goose bumps across your skin.

Reality was sinking in fast as the car sped forward and your phone was tossed out the window. It smashed to pieces against the road.

"What's that mean?" You questioned, leaning forward "who are you and what did you want with Jack?"

The man simply shook his head, turned up the music and pressed down on the glass. He pushed the car to zoom at highway speeds, weaving in and out of the cars on the street.

It was clear you wouldn't be getting an answer yet.

But you clearly recognized the song on the radio. It matched the ring tone you'd had set for Jack. The first successful song of the first band taken into his family's label; Zombie Boy of Corroded Coffin's Mordor It Is album.

"who knew the freak would actually kick out some good shit." The man mumbled under his breath.

You shrunk back into your seat, "this is not happening," the frantic mantra in your head as water welled in your eyes.

You needed to seek help, how exactly? Well, that was a good question.

In the electric gloom of the night clubs basement, Eddie sat brooding in his favorite old lazy boy chair. With his legs crossed he watched his collection of thralls dance with Chrissy across the room.

Usually her amused giggles would fight off the bitterness Pete's presence brought on.

Tonight however, it wasn't working.

He absently swirled his drink about in the glass, the quiet moaning from Jeff's dinner date seemed miles away until they fell silent all together.

Eddie frowned, he almost envied the guys, they could sustain themselves purely on blood alone. While he and Chrissy on the other hand needed something more.

Eddie watched as Chrissy cracked the thralls face in her hands and smiled sweetly. "It's time now, I'm sorry. But thank you." Chrissy whispered.

Moments after, with a violet tremble the thrall's eyes grew large, rolled back into her head as her lips parted, and something slipped out. Like a puff of breath in the winter air, and Chrissy inhaled it like smoke.

The thrall then crumpled to the floor.

"oh look, goldie locks made me dinner." Axel chimed as he came down the stairs. Behind him Pete scanned the room.

"Munson," Pete called carefully.

He ignored his drummer who collected the body of the thrall.

Eddie looked up and upon seeing the expression on Pete's face, he got to his feet.

"What?"Eddie asked him.

"Barb called, your phone isn't ringing." Pete scolded.

Eddie rolled his eyes, "you haven't come down here just to be petty." He said.

"No, but you missed a big call runt. Jacks dead."

Eddie froze at Pete's words. Eyes unblinking as his mouth tried to form words but they remained soundless.

"Jack?" The question was quiet as a whisper as a mournful groan exited Eddie's throat.

"Fuck, no. How?" Eddie's words turned cold and sharp, "who." He demanded.

Pete shook his head, "that we don't know. Yet. But I'll flay him wide open, once he's found. For now, you remember what Jack requested."

Eddie nodded, "yeah," he said turning to Chrissy.

"She can find her." Eddie flagged Chrissy over and her face had already contorted with sorrow.

"are you ok? I know you wanted to protect Jack, Eddie." She said softly.

"Rick'll understand, things are so out of hand lately. It was only a matter of time but...." Eddie's words faded and Chrissy simply nodded. She offered Eddie a hug before turning to Pete.

"____ should be at the office, that's were Jack wanted her taken in this event, which means she hasn't made it there." Chrissy stayed

"Barb said the call was interrupted, and that ____ was in shock. Personally it doesn't feel right." Pete said.

"You think someone got to Jack's wife?" Asked Gareth as the boys circled.

"Not just someone." Pete spoke flatly. "This wreaks of a trap."

Eddie crossed his arms, "Clearly, but this is Jack. We can't not carry out his death wish just because it's-"

"Stupid?" Kali asked, "He wants to lure us out. ____ shouldn't matter to him but, she's a good distraction. Stopping the company from tanking with Jack's death is a better distraction." she reasoned.

Chrissy stood uncomfortably off to the side, biting her lip.

"He is supposed to be gone....right? It's been years. No one has seen him in years." she murmured.

"His body was destroyed, He's not something that can simply be killing princess." Eddie sighed.

Pete tapped a faint scar on his temple, "He lives through hosts, and we know well he has many."

"That's not important right now, Jack wanted ____ uninvolved in this. Now she may very well be stuck center stage." Eddie spoke carefully, "We have to fix this."

"I didn't come down here to say we're aren't going to. They've stepped into the wrong territory. I smell blood Munson, so I'm sure you do too." said Pete.

Eddie gave a slow nod.

"We're with you on this," Jeff said.

"I need you guys to head to the Castle, make sure everything ok. We can't afford for it to take a hit." Eddie turned to Jeff who was nearly grinning.

"I'll pack my dice." Jeff hummed.

"I made a few new figures that need painting."

"Well, we're goning with you." Kali chimed in quickly.

"We? we who? look all for lolalty but I don't want to face off with Mr.Friendly." Dottie spoke. Like with Chrissy, a fear shone in her eyes and she kept her distance from the conversation.

"No worries Dots, it's fine. We're staying here." Mick called from the stairway.

"Eddie and I are going alone." Pete instructed clearly.

"The two of us and Chrissy will be enough. He won't want to cause to much of a scene I'm sure. After all when too many people became involved is exactly what took him out last time. right?" Eddie spoke up.

Pete smirked watching Eddie's movement shift from one foot to the other, "You seem nervous runt." He hummed.

"Fuck off, Pete. My heart might be frozen but you're the son of a bitch who doesn't have one." Eddie snapped, the glare on his face more hurt than angry.

"Jack was Rick's boy, Pete." He whispered.

"That man raised you when you had no one else so Jack was practically-"

Pete's gaze hardened and his words calmly pushed Eddie's sentence back into silence, "the son of a dear old friend long gone. You can't afford to be sentimental, Munson." Pete uttered as he turned sharply to head back up the steps.

"If I recall it's what got you killed the first time," he added.

Chrissy rested a comforting hand on Eddie's shoulder, "You struck a nerve, we all know he cares too. Come on, I can search for her in the car." she said.

The taxi driver, and now your captor tore you from the back seat, bound your eyes, and gagged your mouth. You didn't want to think about what said items had been in the glove compartment for and could only pray they'd not been used.

This part of town was strangely quiet, the sound of traffic was faint. Your ears filled with the clomping of your captor's boots and the violent smacking of his chewing gum.

The air smelt of trash, damp, and dryer sheets.

"A back alley?" you thought. It'd been a while since you'd ventured into one. Not since the days when you and Jack first dated. Before he was the owner of a large music label.

It made water sting the corners of your eyes as reality sunk in once more.

"Stop sniveling, we're almost there." your captor spoke dryly, pulling you along.

"Why'd you do it?" You muffled past the gag, when brought to a stop.

A silence lingered in the air and you could have sworn his voice held conflict when he answered, "Because I was told to. The boss tells you what to do and you don't say no."

The Boss? Who's the boss?

A thought that could not process as you were flung forward, crashing knees first onto what felt like a tile floor.

"He wants to make the playing fields even. You do as we say and you'll be fine." said Your captor.

Your vision struggled to adjust to the dark room when the blindfold was allowed to fall from your eyes.

"A legal rep is on the way, you will sign over the label to him and then you nightmare will be over. You decided to do something dumb and things get far worse for you." the warning at the end of his words let you know he could care less about your fate.

Your heart raced as you looked about the room. Eyes finding a few possible escapes. "They aren't afraid of me making a run for it, that's...discomforting." You pondered.

"You couldn't make it to the door. We're not alone here." Your captor chuckled before walking out said door and back into the alley.

"Jack what did you get mixed up in." your mind sighed. Was this why he was so busy all the time? Was it more than mundane work in the music industry?

Had you been blind to it and didn't help?

A sharp ache invaded your chest, that sounded about right. Jack always did try to protect you, even back in his dealing days.

Hugging your knees to your chest you rested your forehead against your arms. You hadn't felt like this much of a failure since your adoptive parents went missing, long ago.

"Let me be wrong," you muttered.

Unsure of how much time had passed, the gloomy quiet of the stale room was interrupted. The door burst open and amused cackling followed a thud.

Jolting back to your surroundings you eyes fell on your captor, his lip trickled a thin stream of blood but he still laughed through a wide grin.

"Petey boy! That all you got? Feeling the last decade or so creeping up on you?" He called out.

"Petey?" Your eyes moved up towards the figure whose thick black boots stomped through the doorway, he wiped his nose with his thumb, leaving behind a red smear.

"You're still weak moron, Billy." the figure said.

Behind him slipping in like a shadow, stood a vaguely familiar face. You'd seen it a few times on Jack's phone and in the posters in his office.

"You?" You questioned, what was Jack's top star doing here?

"Are you alright?" a quiet voice nearly sent your soul from your body in fear. Delicate hands curling around your shoulders.

"Who?" you muffled jerking your neck to look over your shoulder.

"Shh it's ok, we're here to help." A pair of blue-green eyes tried to soothe you as she removed the gag from your mouth.

"Chrissy Cunningham the pop queen?" your words almost slurred in your confusion.

"Well no one actually goes so far as to call me all that to my face." she giggled, "but I guess that is me." Chrissy brow's knitted together in worry "Did he hurt you?" she asked.

You shook your head and Chrissy hugged your shoulders as if relieved.

"She isn't hurt, Eddie!" She called out.

"You hear that? That's good news for you Hargrove." Eddie said, moving with long strides to Billy, he held out his hand.

The man glared at it, "Take it, take it to show this was all some big fuckin understanding and you didn't just declare war." Eddie spoke with a hint of growl.

Billy, however, simply glared. "You're making a mistake. He was going to make this cut and dry," that glare turned into a smirk, "You couldn't protect Jack and now you've ruined what's left of his widow's life."

His words were taunting, and Eddie flinched. In a movement too quick for your eyes to register, Billy was left with three cuts streaming blood on his cheek.

Eddie ripped Billy up from the floor, holding him in place by the arm.

"I won't do this here, because she isn't meant to be a part of this or see any of this." He rumbled in a low whisper. "But you tell him, we'll find him."

Billy matched Eddie's gaze and the two men lingered in silence.

"We tried to welcome you over," said Eddie.

Gritting his teeth Billy held in a scowl, "It's not that simple." he spat, shoving Eddie away. Putting his fingers in his mouth Billy whistled and all around you in the walls came the sound of scraping. Something like rats though by the sounds of it much larger.

"what was-"

"They don't call him the rat king for nothing." Chrissy spoke up quickly.

Billy sent his last scowls towards the two men and exited the building.

Your head hurt, not just in the physical sense but in the mental sense as well. It felt like your world had spun on it's side.

You looked down at your dress, slightly dirty now from being on the floor and rumpled from heavy handling.

The tear ticked the corner of your eyes again. "What's going on?" You asked, looking up at the three faces around you.

"Why-" your voice faltered.

Eddie moved to you and knelt down on the floor. "So, you know," he stated quietly. Big brown eyes smudged with old eyeliner peered down at you sadly.

You simply nodded, "tonight was...supposed to be a new start." you whispered. "But this," you shook your head, "I wasn't expecting it to be this."

"Jack instructed us to watch out for you, should anything ever happen to him," Pete spoke up at a distance. He'd been told enough times something in his presence was frightening, and looking at you in the moment. You didn't need anything else to spook you.

"Why didn't he tell me he was in trouble?" You asked looking between the two men.

They shared a glance, "Because Jack always wanted you to live peacefully, privately. It's not afforded to many in this line of work." Pete said.

"He loved you, ____. He just wanted what was best for you." Eddie murmured.

"Come on, let's get you up. Barbs waiting for you at the office." Chrissy cooed, helping you to your feet and guiding you towards the door. "she's been through a lot." Chrissy said to the two men.

Eddie sighed, "How are we going to explain all of this to her?" he asked.

"Easy, we lie. We'll have until tomorrow. She's shaken. Tonight she will do little but sleep." Pete assured.

"and tomorrow I won't sleep a wink." Eddie puffed, hooking his thumbs into his belt.

"Or the day after, or the day after that." Pete snickered leading the way to follow the two women.

"What's got you so chipper?" Eddie spat.

"Did you get a good look at her? No?" Pete hummed, "I did, and I know why he's really gotten her involved. We're all ghosts, Runt. ____ is no different." the amusement in his voice made Eddie's stomach turn.

For Pete who thrived off chaos, that tone was never followed by anything good.

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[adrianastrix]

I once was in a uni event trying to recruit visit teens to science fields, and my TA assigned me to the "use concentrated sulfuric acid and this other stuff to ignite a cotton ball full of alcohol at the tip of a glass wand" duty (the star of the show in the Chem stand, might I add).

You will observe that this trick has at least two serious injury hazards in execution, and I was fond of showing things off by doing flourishes with the glass wands to add to the pressure.

Anyway, as one class of teens wandered off and we could relax until the next, I smacked my left hand in a concetrated sulfuric acid pool, formed by a knocked beaker we didn't notice.

There was a second of silence as my colleagues stared me in horror. I calmly tried to use a paper towel to get some of it off, and it dissolved in ashes before as much as pushing the stuff a little, which made them even more nervous. Still placid, I told everyone I was fine, asked them to hold the fort for a minute and went to the closest bathroom.

Arriving there, I casually used STASHES of paper towels to clean the acid off without them turning into ashes too early. When I felt no more oily stuff in my hand, I finally put it into abundant water for a minute and came back to the stand.

My TA was there to check if we need more chemicals and had that look of "Oh God, that's how I lose my license". Aside from the thing with the acid, he noted that my labcoat, which was previously pristine, now had two holes with singed borders and was dotted with specks of ash, with brown stains all over it.

From the moment I put my hands on that acid to that moment I came back, every single person was prepared to hear me scream in pain, so see my flesh melt until bones are showing, to rush me to emergency...

But nope. Not a scratch. I didn't even feel the acid tingle. The only reason I knew it was really sulphuric acid (and not kitchen oil masquerading as it for safety) was the fact that it destroyed the paper towels and the places it fell on my labcoat.

Here is the "magic" behind it: sulphuric acid only destroys your skin when it's dilluted in at least some water, and we were using lab grade pure acid. Plus, skin doesn't lose water as easily as paper when touched by the pure acid, so it doesn't turn into ashes right away, and we have a layer of dead skin protecting us. Add to that the fact that I kept my cool, so I didn't started to sweat all over my hands, and the acid had no opportunity to hurt me until I cleaned it all off.

The personal lore part comes to the fact that I knew none of that and was as surprised as everyone else when it didn't hurt. My level-headedness came from a cartoon-logic feeling that, if I didn't acknowledge the acid, it would keep not hurting. I didn't put water on it immediately in the bathroom because I knew that adding water on concentrated acid releases so much heat that the water BOILS, so I didn't want a run-of-the-mill heat burn. Little did I know that adding water would also cause a nasty chemical burn that could really send me to emergency as the acid dissolves and liberates tons of rogue protons.

Basically, I walked off from what could be a very serious accident absolutely unscathed because I'm probably the luckiest person I know when it comes to that kind of thing.

I mean, I slept in the same room as my COVID-stricken sister for days before she was diagnosed and poorly isolated, sharing a bathroom towel with her; I watched all my co-workers in close range get positive for it in another occasion; I had half of the people in my house with COVID and being way too casual about it in yet another occasion, and guess what? All my tests in all those instances came back negative.

However! If the situation isn't as cartoonishly dangerous or stacked against me as those I described until now... then I get hurt or sick. I will not be hurt by a freaking superacid, I will dodge all clouds of deadly viruses around me, I will fall from twice my height and barely twist my ankle, but you better believe that if I have a minor fall outside, I will scratch myself and bleed; if I bite my fork a little too hard, I will break my tooth; if I don't cover myself properly at night and get a little cold I will have the flu the next day. Almost guaranteed.

So, I wouldn't be surprised if I was the sole survivor of a plane crash, but I also wouldn't be surprised if I became the only person to ever die of a hit-and-run by a baby stroll or something.

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

[pharmatechy]

Quality Control in Pharmaceutical Industry | QC in Pharma Company

The Quality Control department's major and important role is in the Pharmaceutical industry.

The main role of the quality control department in the pharma industry is to check the quality of various products, such as raw materials, in-process samples, and finished products.

Their main agenda is to analyse and control the quality of the products at all stages of the manufacturing of API or Formulations.

QC is done by the Qualitative and Quantitative analysis of specific materials as per Stanard Testing Procedures (STP) or Method of Analysis.

Generally, the QC department is divided into four sections. These are main

Raw Materials

In-process Quality Checks (IPQC)

Finished Products

Stability Studies

Raw materials:

The materials come from outside industries or suppliers and road tankers check the quality of the materials as per in-house specifications or Standard testing procedures. 

These are categorised into four parts.

General Raw materials:

These are some chemical analyses, like titrimetry, and chemical analysis methods, such as organic and inorganic acids, bases, salts, etc.

Ex: Hydrochloric acid(HCl), Sulphuric acid(H2SO4), Nitric acid(HNO3), Caustic soda(NaOH), Sodium carbonate(Na2CO3), Methanol, Toluene, Acetone, Dichloromethane etc…

Key Starting Materials (KSM):

These are the building blocks of drug intermediates or used to form the structure of compounds, APIs, or Drug substances. 

The sampling method is different from general raw materials.

These are analyzed with both chemical and instrumental analysis.

Ex: Speciality Fine Chemicals, Drug Intermediates etc.

Packing Materials:

PM is used for Products/Compound materials that are stored

Ex: Fibre drums, HDPE, LDPE drums, Polyethene bags, etc…

Hazardous Materials:

HM are harmful or affect body raw materials to handling in careful safety precautions and as per its Material Safety Data Sheets (MSDS) so vendors or suppliers give a certificate of analysis based on these are approved as per customer COAs.

Ex: Sodium Hydride(NaH), Sodium Amide(NaNH2), NaCN etc…

Some catalysts are also approved as per customer COAs

Ex: Raney-Nikel, Palladium/Carbon(Pd/C) used for Hydrogenation reaction.

In-Process samples:

Online chemical and instrumental methods analysis as per in-house specification & STPs carried out samples coming from the manufacturing blocks or production department to time to give results after the process continuously.

Finished Products:

Complete Analysis carried out as per customer or In-house or Pharmacopia specification and Standard Testing Procedures of the final products.

The analysis carried out in the Quality control department is divided into two parts. These are

Chemical Analysis Laboratory (Wet Lab)

Volumetric analysis:

Chemical labs have five types of titrimetric analysis

Acid-Base Titration Ex: Hydrochloric acid (HCl), Sodium Hydroxide (NaOH)

Argentometric titration Ex: Sodium Chloride(NaCl), Aluminum chloride (AlCl3)

Redox Titration Ex: Sodium thiosulphate, Potassium permanganate

Complexometric titration Ex: Calcium chloride (Cacl2), Magnesium (Mg) and Metals

Non-aqueous titration for Drug intermediates and APIs Ex: 2-Amino Pyridine, Isonipotic acid etc..

Gravimetric analysis:

Gravimetric analysis is the mass of an ion in a compound and is determined to find out the mass per cent of the same ion in a known quantity of a compound.

Examples 1) The amount of sulphate as barium sulphate(BaSO4) from sodium sulphate(NaSO4).

2) Content of Nickel in Raney-Nickle catalyst and Palladium in Pd/C catalyst.

Wet laboratory, some important chemical analyses are

Ex: Water content(WC), Loss on drying(LOD), Residue on ignition(ROI), Specific Optical Rotation(SOR), Wt per mL, Thin Layer Chromatography(TLC), Tapped density, Friebilty, Dissolution, Disintegration etc.

Water Analysis:

Softener water: This water is used for boiler purposes to generate steam.

Demineralized or Deionised water: This water is used for chemical analysis and process areas.

Purified water: This water is used for the manufacturing process.

Three samples are collected to be analysed to their specification (WHO) and Standard testing procedures as per scheduled.

Instrumental methods of Chemical analysis

1) Chromatography: 

Instrumental analysis to analyse quantitative and qualitative investigates analytes using the help of scientific instruments.

There are main two instrumental analyses carried out for Quality Control in the Pharmaceutical industry.

This technique separates and identifies the mixture of the compounds based on their relative affinity amounts of each compound distributed between a moving mobile phase, and a stationary phase. Mostly used instruments of Quality Control in the Pharmaceutical industry

          1) High-Performance Liquid Chromatography (HPLC)           2) Gas Chromatography (GC)

2) Spectrophotometry:

Spectroscopic techniques are to pass a beam of electromagnetic radiation onto an unknown sample and observe to find out the difference between energy levels with reference.

Most commonly used spectrophotometers of Quality Control in the Pharmaceutical industry. There are 

           1) Ultra-Violet Spectrophotometer (UVS)            2) Fourier-transform infrared spectrometer (FTIR) and NIR  3) Atomic Absorption Spectrometer (AAS) and FAS

These are the main used Research Centres for Structure elucidations and Analytical Method Development.

          1) Nuclear Magnetic Resonance Spectrometer (NMR)

          2) Mass Spectrometer (MS)

3) Thermo Gravimetric Analysis (TGA)

4) Differential Thermal Analysis (DTA)

Stability Studies:

Stability studies are conducted for a re-test or expiry or a shelf life period for the drug substance or the drug product and recommended storage conditions.

These are analysed as per protocol or stability STP based on the schedule.

           1) Hold-time stability studies            2) Long-term, Accelerated, intermediate condition studies

The quality control department follows systematic proper online documentation, Logbooks, Registers, Good Laboratory Practices (GLP) and Good Documentation Practices.

After complete analysis, documented respective analysis signed and checked authorised persons to prepare the certificate of analysis approved by the Head of the department or Designee.

Backup Electronic Data:

All electronic data stored in their servers or external hard disks are Empower network or Lab solution or Open Lab software and its data is backed up and retrieved every week by an IT person.

 Conclusion:

The Quality Control department checks each step of the product manufacturing as per specification and standard testing procedures after releasing documented data.

[reachblog1]

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[greenerlawn]

Transform Your Outdoor Space with Kikuyu Turf: A Comprehensive Guide to Turf Installation in Sydney

When it comes to choosing the mix for the lawn that is suitable for copying up with various weather conditions of Sydney, then Kikuyu Turf Sydney will be of great help. Kikuyu grass is known for its green colour. Avoiding the lawn for concentration of pests in that particular area is a good idea. In this guide, we will help you to know what makes Kikuyu Turf Sydney a good choice for your lawn and detail how you can install it in your house within Sydney.

Why Choose Kikuyu Turf Sydney?

Kikuyu grass is commonly used in the highland regions of Eastern Africa due its tough grass that grows remarkably fast. Here are some reasons why it's an ideal choice for Sydney lawns:

1. Hardiness: Kikuyu turf is more resilient than most other species and can withstand traffic hence suitable for households that have children and pets.

2. Drought Tolerance: This lawn is particularly well adapted for trough conditions and for Sydney’s varied climate conditions once the roots have gained a strong foothold.

3. Rapid Growth: It is agile and generates new shoots relatively quickly. Thereby the chance of having a fresh carpet of green grass within a short span of time is quite plausible.

4. Low Maintenance: Kikuyu grass has a fast rate of growth. It may warrant frequent mowing, it does not demand much in ways of fertilising and watering.

Preparing for Turf Installation

Nowadays, it is important to first prepare the ground before installing the Turf Installation Sydney for a good lasting green lawn. Here are the key steps:

1. Soil Preparation: Initially, this has involved removing all the vegetation cover which is barely form the area such as grasses, weeds and other forms of vegetation. With the help of a rotary hoe or similar tool, you should work the soil to till it to a depth of 10 cm or so. Turf Installation Sydney will assist the roots of your new turf to quickly develop an effective system of attachment on the soil.

Check your soil pH and nutrient content: To see a specific status of your ‘pH level of the soil and nutrient availability’. Kikuyu turf soil is suited to have a slightly acidic to slightly alkaline pH(6. 0-7. 0). If necessary, use lime to increase the pH or the use of sulphur to reduce the pH if required. Add some matter to the soil or a genuine soil conditioner in order to alter the soil structure and fertility.

3. Levelling the Ground: In laying the soil ensure that it is done evenly and level so that any water that is to be poured has an even surface to fall on. It is equally important that the ground slopes gently to reduce building intrusions to retain walls and ensure adequate drainage.

This guide to growing Turf Installation Sydney homes lets homeowners understand just how rewarding it is to have this lush, hardy turf in their home. Once the process of growth is set in motion, your turf will remain healthy throughout. Most people would love to have their Kikuyu lawn shining with the brilliant green that is so characteristic of this grass, and this is only achievable if the grass is well maintained.

[sergioguymanproust]

One of the oldest ways to check for dark energies and entities that seek to drain your energy through fear and anxiety is simply to light a candle and watch the flame and how its tongues ascend ,or descend ,shrink or expand. Then checking how the smoke behaves,is it black or white,or no smoke at all,these things are indicative of such entities and their corresponding trail leaves behind,then there’s the smell they leave .Often a putrid smell, or a sulphuric acid ,then there’s the scent regarding the sex of such energies ,for example a cigar smell,or a rose perfume or even the smell of blood.It is also recommended to have next to a lit candle a tall glass of distilled water and observe if any bubbles form in the glass an indication of energy present in the room .Well,I have seen with my own two eyes as a flame rose almost foot looking like a forked tongue with no draft present in the room and suddenly simply fell to its normal height. Well, these things do happen in houses with ghost activity, paranormal events and abandoned houses,mansions and institutions for the mentally unstable. Well, if you do encounter such things when you light a white candle you must be prepared to act quickly. Always carry ,holy water,sea salt ,cinnamon powder,sage ,and silver coins ,or copper. The usual herbs do help , garlic, ginger,sage, rosemary,and incense ,myrrh,and olive oil.Well, do take your notes and make sure you take pics of your experiences,time of the day and any pertinent information and questions you might have to review later. Well, if my notes help do tell.Words by Sergio GuymanProust.

[fuckedamygdala]

idk if this is my psychosis but the other day i thought if i left the house someone would throw sulphuric acid on me so i didn’t leave the house