Flood in halo infinite

Hi there,
Myself and around 6+ others are looking for a server that is vanilla + we have a few main specifics that we'd like within the server that we choose, but after 20 different servers i'd like to reach out to hear some suggestions from the community.
We play on Pc
The main things we're looking for: - No Trader (Unless its a well balanced one) - No 408 cheytac or 50 BMG tappers (unless they're super rare) - Loot increased but not mega boosted - Must have a Party system and Map you open with M - Infinite/high stam is a maybe
Would really appreciate any suggestions as we're in dire need for a new dayz server.

Posted a few days ago but didn’t really get any replies sadly so posting again? (Diff pics of me this time)
Hi! I’m Lena, from Philadelphia. I work with kids on a daily basis, mostly teaching them STEM Related stuff. I’m also a part time student studying comp sci. I honestly don’t have too many interesting hobbies, since I’ve spent a while being a bit depressed for a year or so. I love to play games and read, I love writing. And I absolutely love movies. I watch a lot of true crime, science fiction, and fantasy films. I have an “alt” look I guess but nothing too crazy, and also have been losing weight and lost 50 or so lbs recently. (I was wildly fatphobic unintentionally and hated myself) I’m currently trying to teach myself to ride a bike and get outside more since I’ve been a hermit crab recently.
But enough about me, what about you? You’re a funny person, at least in the stupid kind of way (I’m obviously gen Z born 1999). You love sports but weird ones like soccer or nhl (I like both). And you like to talk on the phone rather than text, as texting seems so out of touch with people. OH And you love roller coasters (a must)
I know it sounds like I’m describing me in a man. But I’m looking for a bestfriend, too. Someone who I could never get bored with and would never get bored of me.
Dumb post ik. I’m also a highly affectionate person and would love to just stay inside and cuddle, or talk after work on the phone while I’m on the subway bc (I can’t drive). I also love going for long walks, and trails are cool when there’s no bears (im so scared of bears)
IMPORTANT
— Absolutely please nobody older than 28. I mean please. It’ll just clutter my inbox.
— Lastly, nobody unwilling to send photos to me AT FIRST MSG. To make sure there’s a mutual attraction.
I know this sounds like a lot to some but I’ve posted before and my inbox was flooded, I’ve talked to people for weeks before knowing what they’ve looked like.
Thanks for reading this far!
Anyways here’s me

When you're rich enough, you get perks you can only dream of. Literally. But somehow, my paradise turned into hell.
Have you ever had a dream so amazing, you wished you could relive it? Explore it? Relish it? Well, when you're rich enough, you don't have to wish. It's a reality thanks to dream banks. You may have heard of them and their pricy services, which include recording, saving, and projecting dreams.
For example, if you'd like a dream recorded, you can book one of their luxurious suites for the night, where the dream techs will fit you with a special helmet and leave you to rest. The next morning, they'll replay the recorded dream for you via the helmet and ask if you want to shell out the extra bucks to save it. If you don't, they'll delete it and you can pay to book for another time to try again.
If you do decide to save it, you must select an item within the dream that will act as the exit key. (This will come in handy during projections.) While still wearing the helmet, you must touch the item, and the dream techs will label those electric signals as the key.
Afterwards, everything is saved under your name, and you can now relive your dream at any time by booking a suite for three, five, or eight hours. Unlike recordings, during projections, you don't have to wait for sleep to come. After you enjoy a snack of your choice, the helmet is fitted and you're immediately transported to your dream, where you have free will and can enjoy it at your leisure. And if you ever need to leave early, this is when you touch the key, which will shut down the helmet right away.
In my case, the key is the stegosaurus leather rug I have hanging on the wall of my throne room. I never have a reason to touch it otherwise, making it a perfect key. I've also never had to touch it. Experiencing life as an all-powerful, worshipped being who lives on my own planet and hunts dinosaurs in my spare time, I relished my dream to the last second.
Yes, the fees are exorbitant, but at the time, I felt it was worth it. The techs were skilled, the system was sleek, and the dreams were private. Each could only be unlocked by the unique brainwaves of the dreamer.
Or so I thought.
My literal nightmare began when I booked a five-hour projection on a rainy Friday afternoon. After taking a sip of champagne to wash down the cranberry brie bites, I settled into the cool silk sheets with a smile. My usual dream tech smiled back as she fastened my helmet, and the last thing I heard was her wishing me pleasant dreams before I was plunged into darkness.
I waited for the split-second adjustment from reality to the dream world, and my confusion grew when I didn't find myself on my throne surrounded by fawning gods and goddesses.
Instead, I found myself in the middle of an endless street. Alone. There were no cars, no life, not even wind. Towering street lamps lined the sidewalk as far as I could see, arcing over the road and tinting everything an eerie red. Behind them, identical buildings stood side by side, silent, their dark, narrow windows hollow.
My pulse spiking, I whipped around. The other direction was just as endless. Uneasy confusion prickled beneath my skin. This had to be someone else's dream. The techs must have made a mistake. I didn't know how it was possible, but there was no other explanation.
My unease piqued as my situation sank in. I was in a stranger's dream and I didn't know the key. I was stuck here until my five hours ran out. Or until the techs realized their mistake. I was ready to rip them a new one once I was out, but until then, I had no choice but to wait.
I studied my surroundings with a frown before I walked over to the curb and sat down, and that was when I noticed I couldn't feel anything. I also noticed I was naked. It didn't matter. There was no one here, and none of this was real anyway.
Time passed, and I tried to distract myself from my nettled offense by humming, but no sound came out. Sitting up, I took a deep breath and screamed. Not even a squeak was heard. I slapped my hand against the ground. Nothing. This place was like a black hole of the senses.
Sighing, I lay down on my back and stared at the red light above me, wondering if I could fall asleep in a dream. I tried, but the more I wished to escape this silent, crimson prison, the more it seemed to come into focus. Soon, the utter lack of noise and movement grew from slightly unnerving to completely intolerable.
There was no way I could wait. I'd go insane. I had to get out of here. I had to find the key.
Jumping up, I ran to the nearest building and wrenched open the door, and a pitch black void greeted me. I gasped, and gasped again as it felt like my very breath was being suctioned out of my lungs. Panicking, silent wheezes rattled in my chest as I struggled to yank myself out of the vacuum, jerking my limbs and bucking my body until I toppled over backwards on the sidewalk.
Gulping in fitful breaths, I scrambled to my feet and ran down the road without looking back, my wide eyes scanning the horizon for salvation. I just wanted out of here, but the hellish path stretched on forever, making me feel like I was running in place as every identical building and street lamp mocked me. Even my silent stomping and mute panting served to draw insanity closer.
And then, a person showed up.
There, in the distance.
With my hope spurred, I raced towards them, desperate. I didn't care who they were. I needed to break this monotony.
As I got closer, hope morphed to confusion, and then to despair. The person was me. It was a mirror, propped up across the entire street.
Sweat-soaked, I slowed down to a jog before I stopped right in front of my reflection. It was me alright, naked, exhausted, and frustrated. But the eyes, something was off about the eyes. With an anxious frown, I stepped closer, staring into them, and they stared back …
… until they glanced behind me.
I gasped and jumped away, and so did my reflection … before it glanced over my shoulder again.
A chill trickled down my spine. My reflection had nothing behind it but the empty street, so I gulped and turned around, and my mouth fell open in a silent scream as a lovecraftian behemoth barrelled its way towards me. With its slick shell gleaming red beneath the lights, it slammed down one spiny tentacle after the other as its five mouths bared their dripping, concentric fangs.
Drenched in undiluted horror, tremors gripped my body as I stumbled away until my back was against the mirror. I knew death was a foolproof key in a dream, but I didn't know if this creature would kill me right away or leave me to suffer in agony until my five hours were up.
With it only inches away, I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed myself into the mirror, and my stomach flipped as I fell backwards. I opened my mouth to gasp, but there was nothing for me to draw in. Floating in an airless void, I flailed and thrashed, my wild eyes scanning the darkness for answers as I began to spin around.
Although death would free me, one of my greatest fears was suffocating. On one of my weightless rotations, a red, glass cube passed me by, and I grabbed it, hoping it was a breathing device. I brought it close to my face, and I gawked at what it held within.
Me.
Surrounded by identical buildings and red street lamps while a lovecraftian behemoth tore me apart.
Horrified, I threw the cube as far as I could and increased my efforts to escape this void. Yet all the flailing and thrashing was for naught as the darkness revealed no end. My eyesight began to go red as my lungs spasmed, and I clawed at my throat as my pulse stuttered in my chest.
The red kept growing and growing until it engulfed my entire vision, and I gave up. There was nothing to do but face my fears and die. With my straining heart lumbering, I let myself go limp as I stared at the red and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I wasn't dying.
In fact, I could breathe just fine.
Frowning, I opened my eyes, and intense unease spread through my core. Above me, a red moon had taken up the entire sky, each one of its craters crystal clear, like eyes watching me. I turned my head away, and I realized I was in a park, laying down on the grass. Sitting up, I blinked in surprise at the pond right beside me, its opaque water reflecting the moon's red light. Ducks were swimming in a circle across its surface, their movements smooth with nary a splash.
Trees surrounded us, so dense I couldn't tell when one began and the other ended. It was mind-numbingly quiet here as well, and I still couldn't feel anything or make any noise, but at least the ducks were moving. This place seemed more tolerable than the last, and I was willing to wait out my five hours here. I hoped at least an hour had passed already, but with dreams, one never knew. All I knew was that I was too exhausted to search for the key. And too scared. I didn't know whose dream this was, but they had to be masochistic if they saved this nightmare.
Curling up beside the pond, I worked on calming myself down as I watched the ducks swim in their systematic circle over and over and over. I tried counting the rotations the way one would count sheep, but that still didn't lull me to sleep. I wished I'd chosen the three-hour projection, but at least I hadn't chosen the eight-hour one.
Distorted circus music crackled around me and I jolted up, my heart ricocheting in my chest. There was finally sound, but the last thing I wanted to hear was a cliche horror movie soundtrack. Gulping, I looked around. The music was coming from the trees, and my stomach dropped when I spied a shadow behind one of them. Then another. And another. They emerged into the crimson moonlight, and my blood turned to ice.
Clowns.
I whipped around, trembling to the rhythm of my frantic pulse. They were surrounding me. Dozens of them. As classic as any clown could be. Colorful clothes, big shoes, silly hair, exaggerated makeup. I wasn't scared of clowns, as long as they were where they belonged. And they didn't belong here, staring at me with big, empty eyes and yellow, toothy grins.
I tried to convince myself that they weren't dangerous since they didn't have weapons and didn't seem monstrous, but when they took a step closer in unison, I jumped back, nearly falling into the pond. The ducks remained oblivious, still swimming in their circle. The distorted circus music got louder, and my hair stood on end when I saw the grass ripple in front of each clown. They were sending something my way through the ground.
Panicking, I jumped into the pond, and I screamed as I sank right in. There was no bottom. There was no water either. The pond was filled with red, translucent spheres, each the size of a tennis ball. Still able to breathe, I began swimming through the spheres with clumsy breast strokes, just hoping I could end up as far away from the clowns as possible.
After swimming for what felt like enough time, I tried to swim up, until I realized I had no idea which direction I was facing. Remember a trick for those stuck in avalanches, I spat, but my glob of saliva just hovered in front of me. Before panic could set in, I noticed what looked like an office desk floating amidst the spheres in the distance. After blinking a few times to make sure it was really there, I swam towards it, desperate for any change in my situation.
It was an office desk, a wooden one with carved borders and locked drawers. Tucked beneath it was a stool, and the moment I pulled it out and set it under my ass, an office replaced the red spheres.
I grunted as gravity returned, and I looked around in bewilderment at the cluttered bookshelves and grimy floors. Dust was floating everywhere, highlighted by the red light filtering in through the blinds behind me. I jumped as a clock hanging on the wall chimed. Its glass was too dirty for me to tell the time, but I was glad I could hear. I coughed at the dust. And I could make noise. I dusted my hands. And I could feel. I could even smell, which I now wished I couldn't as I wrinkled my nose at the faint stench of rot.
After failing to read the spines of some of the books on the shelves, I studied the shadowy corners of the room. A slack-jawed skeleton hung in the far end, and a faded poster with anatomical diagrams curled off a cupboard. This had to be a doctor's office. Was the creator of this dream a doctor?
A silhouette slid in front of the frosted glass door, and I gulped as the knob began to turn. A hand reached in, gripping the edge one finger at a time, and my heart dropped as I knew this horror cliche was only going to be followed by another. Having no time to think, I slid off the stool and crouched beneath the desk, my hand over my mouth as cobwebs clung to me.
Praying spiders wouldn't swarm me, I peeked through a small slit in the wood, and I froze when an emaciated nurse walked in the room. Layers upon layers of blood coated her scrubs, so much so that I couldn't even tell what color they originally were. She had no shoes. No feet either. Just ankle stubs, and my stomach turned as I heard bone clunk against the tiles.
A surgical mask covered her face, as bloodstained as her scrubs, and grimy lab goggles obscured her eyes. I was grateful, because judging by the pus leaking out of her scabbed, balding scalp, I didn't want to know what her face looked like. The closer she got, the stronger the stench of rot became, and I struggled to keep myself from retching.
She stopped halfway into the room, and I gawked at her hands. They were transforming. Her fingers elongating into razor-edged blades. She then began to hunch over, and I cringed as her spine cracked and popped until she was as bent as a candy cane, her face staring at her pelvis.
As if that wasn't unsettling enough, her head creaked as it spun around 180 degrees, now facing the front, upside down. Right after, her arms shot to the ground, and I watched with increasing dread as she bent them at the elbows and wrists so they flanked her head like distorted T-Rex arms.
She spread her fingers out and took a few more steps towards me, and I held my breath, hoping she couldn't hear my rabid heart or smell my fear. Her ankle bones clicked and clacked against the tiles as she made her way around the desk, and I cowered as my frantic eyes searched for a weapon. I found none, but I did spy a brass button beside my head.
With her legs now an arms distance away, I had nothing to lose as I jammed my thumb into the button. The back of the desk flung open, and I scrambled to my feet and dashed out from my hiding place, screaming in response to the nurse screeching behind me. Bursting through the door, I held up my fists and began punching like a maniac in fearful anticipation of a horde of nurses swarming me.
Except I was no longer in a hospital. I was in an outdoor parking lot. Alone. And judging by the roiling red clouds, a storm was brewing. After a second to collect my bearings, I dove into the closest car, thankful it was unlocked. The moment I slammed the door shut, lightning blinded me as thunder cracked and the downpour began. Sighing in relief, I tried to shake away my adrenaline, but the bloodshot eyes in my rearview mirror reignited my panic.
Before I could react, a belt snapped over my neck, pinning my head back against the headrest. With a frightened wheeze, I clawed at the leather, and I flinched as hot, heavy breath wafted across my ear. Gagging at the putrid smell, I reached over, desperate to scratch my strangler's face or poke their eyes out.
I felt their greasy hair and tried to pull it, but my fingers refused to hold on. I tried again and again, using my nails for purchase, but the strands just kept slipping out of my weak grip. Shifting focus, I tried to claw at their eyes, but it felt as though I was moving through molasses as my hand slid down their face. Once I felt a wet, bulbous eye, I tried to scratch it, but I didn't have enough strength to do anything damage.
My frustration clashed with my terror and I tried to punch them, but my arm swung back in slow motion and merely prodded a stubbly cheek. Tears welled in my eyes as I writhed and gasped, my strangler's laugh adding insult to injury. Despite knowing death will set me free, fear and self-preservation rummaged through my mind, searching for a solution. And they found one.
Hoping I had enough grip and energy, I reached down and found the reclining lever. Wrapping my fingers around it tight, I jerked it up and heaved my body back, and I gulped in a deep breath as I fell backwards, the belt now slack. Not at all prepared to face my attacker, I slipped out from beneath the belt, flung open the door, and zoomed out into the storm.
Sheets of rain obscured my vision, but not enough for me to see that the keys were left inside a red convertible. After making sure no one was hiding in the back, I jumped in, started the engine, and took off, the wheels squealing through the puddles. A sole street curled down a hill, and I took it, adrenaline pumping in waves through my quivering body.
This rush was a confusing mixture of exhilaration and apprehension. I wanted out, but I wasn't giving up. I made it this far, and I was going to survive every cliche this masochist dreamed up. Sharks? Snakes? Zombies? Bring it on. And afterwards, I was going to detail every single trial and tribulation I went through as I sued the dream bank for all the trauma they caused me.
Up ahead, the road curved, and I gasped as it ended in a cliff. I slammed the breaks, but they didn't do anything. Breaking out in a cold sweat, I slammed them again and again as I yanked the hand break as far as it would go. The car refused to slow down, and I cursed myself for not anticipating this cliche. In a move of desperation, I swerved, but it wasn't enough as the car careened over the edge and took me with it.
My heart hung in my throat as I hung on to the steering wheel, my knuckles white, my screams frozen in my lungs, the raindrops like needles. An endless body of water spread below me, and I knew sharks were my next challenge. I screwed my eyes shut as I awaited the inevitable plunge …
… and I gasped as the car crashed against the surface.
I lurched forward, and I cried out as I bashed my forehead against the wheel. Groaning, I leaned back, my ears ringing as I looked around, disoriented. I was still in the convertible, but we were right side up, having crashed into the concrete wall of an indoor garage. Blood trickled down my face and I reached up, only to feel around my head in shock.
I was wearing the helmet.
Why was it in the dream?
Or had I made it out?
I looked down. I wasn't naked. My pyjamas were plastered to my sweat-soaked skin. I was out. I looked around at the broken glass and mangled metal in confusion. But if I was finally out, why was I in a car and not between silk sheets?
I removed the helmet, and a yell from behind made me jump. I turned to see one of the dream techs running towards me. Was she always that skinny? And why were her scrubs red instead of the usual blue?
She made it to me, panting as she took the helmet out of my hands, and I wrinkled my nose at her unpleasant breath. She said I'd had a nightmare and began sleepwalking, and I'd left the dream bank and stole a car from their underground parking before she triggered a wake-up signal in the helmet, which made me crash.
I stared at her, not believing what I was hearing. I told her I'd booked a projection, not a recording, and she gave me a concerned frown and claimed the opposite. Anger replaced my confusion, and I called her a liar and accused them of misconduct, and she reminded me that dreams can only be unlocked by the dreamer.
Furious, I cursed at her as I tried to get out of the car, demanding to see my file. She was quick to tell me not to move in case I made my injuries worse as she pulled out her phone and said she was going to call an ambulance.
While I sat there and waited, fuming, I glimpsed my reflection in the dangling rearview mirror. Unease rippled beneath my skin and I sat up, grabbing the mirror and angling it to show my neck.
There was an angry red mark across it.
As though I was recently strangled.
Trembling, I tilted the mirror up.
Cobwebs. Stuck in my hair.
Dumbstruck in utter stupefaction, I scanned the rest of my body. My pyjamas were dirty and there was black under my fingernails, but the rest of my examination was cut short by tinny circus music. A chill jolted down my spine and I whipped my head to face the dream tech. That was her ringtone. She smiled as she answered the call, and I drew back at her yellow, toothy grin.
What was going on? I was out of the dream, I knew I was. Had everything been real? What had the dream bank done with me? Done to me?
Ambulance sirens wailed as they entered the underground parking, and the flashing red lights reflecting off the walls triggered my recent traumas. With terror-fueled adrenaline flooding my veins, I jerked my legs free of the wreck, jumped out of the car, and booked it, the dream tech's yells merging with the screeching sirens behind me.
SR

Short version: she keeps her cluttered boxes in the work station upstairs and it’s such an unpleasant sight!
Long version (I do apologize but this was the catalyst): Today I had a go at the one flatmate I share a bathroom with. We were out of toilet roll for 1.5 days and I was working from home, so I hoped she'd get it. I did order some online with my grocery shop which were delivered today.
Anyways, this morning before my delivery I noticed that there was a full roll in the toilet. Then it disappeared following my run. I put 4 rolls in the toilet and messaged her asking that we purchase this on a rotational basis. I was met with a message saying that she always buys loo roll and she always cleans the bathroom.
I decided to go directly and speak with her to clarify what she meant. Given at this point I was abit heated. I was confused as to why she said she always buys loo roll when our other flatmate downstairs had a loo roll subscription that supplied us with enough since September. Neither one of us have ever had to buy loo roll since then. With regards to cleaning, this girl is delusional. She only cleans when her partner visits. Her room is a tip, you cannot see the floor, her section of the bathroom is filled with mold inc the toothbrush and toothpaste. She leaves her razor near the shower which falls often and when I try to put it back it's filled with black mold. I highlighted this to her and explained it's difficult for me to take her argument about her being clean given no other part of her living is clean.
She also flooded the bathroom a few months ago which she argued couldn't have been her fault she only takes 2 minute long showers.
I then highlighted that she keeps tons of cardboard boxes in the communal area and I want them moved. They are at least 40 boxes just sitting here outside of my room. Granted I thought she didn't have much space in her room, I didn't complain. However since she's so concerned about cleanliness I have requested she removes them within a month. If not done, I will send a reminder and after I will personally put them in her room or in a black bag and put it outside.

I’m not sure if this flair is the right one for this post (since it would also be ‘controversial’ I think). Correct me if it is wrong.
Also, I hope it’s understandable: English isn’t my native language. Sorry for any mistake.
So, I have recently found this TikTok account with two videos: one was about how shifting community can’t say with 100% of certainty that reality shifting is true for a lot of reasons.
I’m not here to complain about that because I also think it’s ok to be skeptical about shifting since there is no actual proof it is real.
I’d also say that the video (that’s wasn’t in English btw) was posted more than one year ago and it looks like the person who wrote it was misinformed about some things. At the beginning, the user also seemed a little, how to say, “angry” because there are people who think shifting is real. They also deactivated the comments and haven’t linked the sources anywhere.
I’m not judging the person who made the video: everyone can believe in whatever they want. I just thought that making some things about the video clear would be better since they didn’t seem “neutral” about this topic.
One of the arguments they used was that even if there are infinite reality it doesn’t mean that all realities exist (to make an example: numbers are infinite, but there is no negative real number that when raised to the second results in a negative number).
They said that those realities that aren’t supposed to exist are the ones with different physics laws (like Harry Potter) because the multiverse theory says that if there are infinite universes, then they are supposed to have the same formation (so it wouldn’t be possible to use magic wands, in other words, because the physics laws would be different). Then they said that it only would be possible if we consider the “Bubble Universe theory” (where the laws could be different), but this one also isn’t proven.
What do you think about this?

For me I've gone through periods of showering multiple times per day and then theres been stints of not showering for a week. In the Winter when it's cold, a hot shower "defrosts" me when nothing else seems to get me warm for that little effort. Then it's just in the morning, afternoon, and obviously I can't go to bed without a shower so, three times per day with the occasional extra. It almost feels more consistent than a meal and the extra shower is like a snack. It feels like the only safe coping mechanism at the time. Also my area was even going through a flood this past Winter! So I didn't have to feel too guilty about water use :)
But... I have also existed as a little hermit goblin that never leaves the house or showers. Too overwhelmed with negative feelings to motivate any form of self care. Very glamorous and epic.
Do you relate to one more than the other?

I showed in a case that a landlord was negligent and created an environment full of mold in the wall and in the ceilings. I had inspectors prove this through observations, reports, and lab tests. The ceilings were literally completely flooded and they tried taping leak holes and painting over that tape.
The landlord claimed there was no mold. Despite all my photos, reports, lab tests confirming strains, and even infrared imaging showing the flooding of the entire ceiling of an apartment. "No mold" they said over and over in court.
Well the judge ruled in their (counterclaim) favor saying a few things: 1. That the apartment was uninhabitable per warranty of implied habitability because he believed the evidence of severe health symptoms I experienced to be caused by the mold. Therefor there was no consideration for me from the lease and I was considered free of the lease.

1. That the landlord handled the mold problem per industry standard and therefor was not considered negligent (This is the falsehood. Landlord literally denied mold and did nothing and proclaimed this clearly in court.)
   
2. That I wouldn't get my deposit or rent back and had to pay them for a whole extra month's worth for when I still had keys (landlord wouldn't answer calls, emails, and were never in office, so I had to mail these after I gave up on communication).
   
3. That I had to pay them $750 in legal fees because the damages hearing took about an hour.
   

I'm wracking my brain here. This doesn't make sense to me:
"You're free of the lease because the mold made you sick and the place was uninhabitable."
But also,
"Landlord addressed the mold issue so they aren't liable and you don't get your money back but you have to pay them for rent and legal fees."
I'm wondering what more I can do here. I want to appeal, but see on a website they seem to suggest you can only appeal based on legal interpretation of the law in Indiana and not appeal based on fact.

Hello all,
I’ve been an avid halo competitively since H3, I’ve competed locally and in online tourneys /GBS.
I am wondering what kind of content is “lacking” in the halo space, what kinds of things would benefit the greater community?
Thanks!

“No, I’m not a spirit either.”
“But you’re a kitsune, right? I thought kitsune were fox spirits.”
“What’s ‘kitsune?’ Is it Fae for Vulpus?”
“Oh, right, I guess that’s not English. Hm. Do you know what a ninja is?”
“Well, yes, it’s a stealth class, specializing in two-handed swords with archery support.”
Shock, curiosity, excitement. Belladonna’s twin began scribbling furiously on her note paper.
Belladonna and her sister were hovering in front of a huge desk on the ground floor of Rocket’s home, behind which sat Miss Cadmea, there to tutor the twins for the first time. Miss Cadmea had no idea where to start, so opted to begin with a basic questions and answers session with the twins. And Lia, as usual, was flustering her elders with a constant stream of confusing questions.
Belladonna was thoroughly amused by the exchange.
“So, now that we’ve established that therianthropes aren’t born from animals in any way- “
“Well, technically- “
”In ANY way,” the vixen emphasized as Belladonna burst into laughter at the interruption, “are there any other questions before we begin our discussion on magic?”
“I have questions!”
Cadmea sighed. “How many questions?”
“I dunno, we’re two days old,” Liandan replied with a shrug. “A lot?”
Belladonna nodded. Lia had her odd ideas, sure, but they both had come into the world with a baseline level of knowledge.
The woman shook her head. “Okay. I’m going to do my best to educate you two, but I’ll be honest, it’s going to take a lot of learning from both of us. It’s not normal for therianthropes and humans- “
“Animals.”
“Therianthropes and humans to know English, or much of anything for that matter, at two days old. So, we’re going to have to figure out what you don’t know, what I don’t know, and what we don’t know that we don’t know.”
Wait, don’t know what we don’t know? Ow! Just thinking about something that confusing hurt Belladonna’s brain. This must be what a headache was.
“I’m with sis on this one,” Lia interpreted. “What would we know that you don’t?”
Well, she wasn’t quite right, but close enough; it was better than trying to comprehend a loop of ’don’t know don’t know don’t knows. She offered a nod of confirmation to her twin.
“The three of us have the dubious honor of being some of the few people to have ever seen a greater god, let alone spoken with one,” Cadmea explained. “I’m sure we all have questions we can help each other with. For example, Liandan, Tetra told me to ask you to explain what a ‘multiversal supercluster’ was.”
Lia gave off a brief flash of confusion before a look of understanding fell across her face, accompanied by feelings of uncertainty and suspicion. “That’s… I have an idea, but I’m sure about it.”
“You do? So, what do you think it means then?”
Lia closed her eyes and crossed her arms, clearly deep in thought. “This is just guessing because of the name, but… hrm… could it have to do with other worlds? Is that a thing?”
“Maybe. I’ve heard the idea that the road not taken in one world is taken in another. Or at least it was, before Tetra mentioned that there are an infinite number of places that could use her help more than I could,” Cadmea said. “I used to think that was just wishful thinking some people used deal with regretting their decisions. Now I don’t know what to think.”
The grey fairy nodded. “That’s about what I figured. This is just me guessing, but a multiversal cluster like that could be something like worlds, universes, that all share a few key traits,” she explained. “Like the Earth and humans coming about, Fairies being born from flowers, the system going kaput, us meeting you, that kind of thing. That’s a bit specific, right?”
Belladonna took it back. This was WAY more confusing.
“We’re constantly making decisions,” Cadmea said. “That’s still countless worlds.”
“But still fewer than it could be. Maybe a supercluster is, like, including places don’t have much in common at all. Maybe just one thing? I couldn’t guess what though.”
Miss Cadmea flicked her ears, her tails swishing behind her. “I could. It’s all speculative, but it helps with trying to see the bigger picture. Still, thank you, Liandan. It’s pleasant having such an unexpectedly civilized conversation with you. It’s a surprisingly plausible idea for a fairy’s.”
A shared irritation flashed between the twins. What was that supposed to mean‽ “Gee, thanks,” Lia deadpanned at the backhanded compliment.
Belladonna frowned. “Jerk!”
…
Cadmea and Liandan turned to stare blankly at Belladonna, who could only sense shock and surprise from her counterpart. The elder twin started to feel nervous. Was that too far, or-
A wide grin crept up on Lia’s face as surprise fell beneath a sea of giddiness. “HeheheHA!” she giggled before tackling her sister in an airborne bear hug. “OHMYGOSH that was a word! Bella!” she laughed as she nuzzled Belladonna’s cheek.
Belladonna for her part was surprised by the reaction. Lia had always known how to talk. She was a prodigy that even the king was surprised by. Belladonna could never hope to measure up.
So why? Why would one word make her so happy?
Liandan pointed at Cadmea. “Jerk!” she parroted, radiating happiness and enthusiasm as she looked to Belladonna. “Jerk! C’mon, sis!”
Belladonna blinked. She didn’t know what to think.
But then, wasn’t that what being with Lia was always like?
So she may as well go with it! Belladonna pointed at their tutor. “Jerk!”
“Jerk!”
“Jerk!”
“Jerk!”
“Jerk!”
“Jerk!”
Cadmea stared at the two fairies making fun of her. She sighed once more. “Now this? This is more like what I expected a conversation with fairy children would be like,” she groused, unheeded by the laughing twins.
“Jerk! Jerk! Jerk! Jerk!”
A chuckle escaped the vixen’s lips. She cracked a smile. “I suppose I had this coming, huh? Alright, alright, I’m sorry,” she apologized. Liandan stopped chanting at her, and so Belladonna followed suit. “Tell you what, we’ll skip the Q&A. Tell me what kind of magic you want to learn.
“Now I’m not a specialist in anything but ritualism, and there’s no guaranty you’ll have a knack for what you want. However, I had to learn a bit about everything to practice it. I should be able to give you kit’s first magic lesson on any of them.”
The fairies looked at each other. Lia shrugged. “Heck if I know. I kind of just want to learn. Like, in general,” she said. “Bella?”
Belladonna thought about it. Liandan had seemed really interested in poison to her, so she wasn’t sure why she wouldn’t jump at the chance to learn poison magic, if that was even a thing. But Belladonna wasn’t really that interested in it. Being bad to eat was nice and all, but she only valued it insofar as it was a deterrent to help them survive. It was cold comfort to take your attacker with you; you still died.
No, what interested her was the opposite. She pulled out her pencil and paper, wrote down two words, and showed them to Lia to read aloud.
“It says ‘Healing magic.’”
Cadmea looked at the purple fairy. “Healing, huh? That’s a tricky one to explain without the system. Do you know what HP is?”
Belladonna shook her head. She sensed a curious shiver run down Lia’s spine.
“It’s a measure of one’s vitality given by the system in a numerical value. Full HP meant you were totally uninjured, and if you HP hit 0, you died. Healing magic would restore HP and heal the body in the process.”
“Question!” Liandan asked, hand raised high. Cadmea gave her a confused look, and Lia sheepishly lowered her hand. Embarrassed, she asked “Heh, sorry. Is it that it would restore HP to heal the body, or heal the body to restore HP?”
“A good question,” Cadmea replied. “Until very recently, they were considered mutually inclusive, so the question itself was like asking which came first, magic or the system? But I can tell you firsthand that healing talismans still function properly, so I’d say it’s safe to say that the magic restored the body first, and the HP seamlessly updated to reflect that.”
“But then why would- sorry, that’s off topic, never mind,” Lia said. “Please continue.”
“Yes, as I was saying, general healing magic restores the body to proper working order,” the fox woman continued. “There are several different mechanisms by which this can be achieved. With a natural base, the body can grow anew, regenerating tissues or reattaching limbs. I’ve never heard of anyone unlocking it, but there were mentions in the system of fully regrowing missing limbs or organs.
“A more advanced version is healing with a temporal base. With that, healing magic can speed up the healing of the wound by hours, days, even months in the span of seconds, or it can even reverse injuries that were sustained a short time ago. “
She reached into her pouch, pulling a piece of vellum out. “This is a healing talisman using a natural base. It restores about- ah, moderately heals wounds, and apply a mild painkilling effect.”
“How does it do that?” Lia asked.
“Well, this is a miniaturized array that channels- “
“No, no, I don’t mean that,” Lia interrupted. “It’s fascinating, and I’m going to want to learn all about it too, but I mean the underlying principle behind the natural base healing magic. Does it use cellular regeneration?”
“I don’t follow,” Cadmea said. “What do you mean by that?”
“Well, if you don’t know either…” Liandan never finished the sentence.
It wasn’t surprising to Belladonna that her tutor didn’t know either. If you could heal people anyway, why would you need to know how it worked? Of course, the answer was obvious: because maybe it could let you heal them even better!
“Can I ask for some supplies? It’ll help me explain, I promise!”
“Supplies? What kind of supplies?”
“Well, I’m not sure how much of this we have around the village,” Liandan admitted, “but… dish soap, lye if you don’t have it-”
“We have it.”
“I didn’t mean-!” Liandan groaned. “No. L-Y-E. Also salt, isopropyl alcohol, and a glass cup.”
Cadmea raised an eyebrow. “I know spirits are born with certain knowledge, but that seems oddly specific,” she remarked. “I’ll ask your king if he can provide those for us. Anything else?”
“Oh, yes! Some small, flat glass sheets. Say, seventy-five by twenty-five by one millimeter? A playing card, something to punch a hole in it, a needle, petro-, no, some beeswax, tin foil, and Glue.”
Belladonna tilted her head. What was her sister up to this time?
“Again, oddly specific,” Cadmea noted. “I’m starting to get the picture here. You two aren’t exactly normal, are you?”
The violet fairy shook her head at that. “Mo.”
Drat. So close.
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So nagttrabaho ako sa international startup for almost half a year now. Nakapasok ako dito because of a connection, and siya reason talaga kaya ko tinanggap bukod sa above average pay (had bigger offers), alam kong madami akong matututunan sa kanya (ex-Netflix siya sa Silicon Valley). Umalis sya a few weeks before in a dramatic fashion, dahil ang founders ng kumpanya di lang talaga sila magka-agree agree. May mga umalis na din bago sa kanya for the same reason, at after nya huli kong teammate umalis din, same reason. Itong c-level na to ay mag-asawa.
Isa sa kanila may ugali — yung manager ko at isa kong team member umalis din dahil sa unprofessionalism ng c-level na to. In total, 4 na umalis because of his yabang and overinflated sense of knowledge sa subject matter kahit hindi naman talaga, na dapat lahat ng sinasabi nya ay tama at agree kami. Pagka-alis ng manager ko, napunta ako sa 1/2 c-level couple as my manager. Dahil ang concern nya naman talaga ay paano buhayin ang kumpanya, parang wala ng direction ang role ko. 5 sila sa c-suite, halos same generation silang lahat (boomer-ish) at isa doon ay nagpasok ng madaming ex colleagues nya before as part timer, at parang binato na lang ako ng new manager ko doon sa isa sa mga ex-colleagues na part-timer para may mapagawa sa akin. Tapos tuwing presentations or projects, noon na pinoprotectahan at sinusupportahan ako ni ex-Netflix manager, ngayon parang pag kontra sa akin ang isang c-level, agree na din si new manager ko bilang mag-asawa sila.
Iniisip ko na magquit. Lahat sila nasa same country (remote setup kami), at pakiramdam ko parang tuwing meeting pinagtutulungan ako indirectly. Ako pinakabata sa meeting, ako na lang ang natitirang pinasok doon ni ex-Netflix, at bukod sa manager ko, lahat sila ay lalaki so may sexist tendencies at infantilizing kapag may tanong ako na ako lang ang hindi up to speed dahil naguusap sila w/o me about a project they assigned to me. Hindi din ako komportable to voice out my concerns to my new manager, dahil asawa nya din ang isang source ng concerns ko. I feel very isolated, my team mates have left & I run a one-man team with no defined direction of my success in the role, at stuck sa meeting culture dahil itong si part-timer gabi lang pwede at mas madali daw mag-usap para sa kanya. Araw araw extremely anxious na lang ako na baka i-lay off na lang ako kasi di na nila alam what to do with me & I’m not one of them. Nakakaapekto na sa work performance ko.
Siguro gusto ko lang ng outsider perspective kung paano ko to pwede i-approach. Ang dali din kasi mag doubt whether gaslight ba to sa work environment o victim mindset ba ito. At the end of the day, I earn pretty well tapos remote pa pero in expense of crippling anxiety. Bilang startup and always intense pressure, parang malaking halaga pala na may kakampi ka at people you’re happy working with. I’m not sure what’s the right thing to do. Salamat!

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