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2023.06.06 17:13 Ridicolousrat Wow ChatGPT helps with applications

Graduated undergrad with a philosophy and history degree last month and been struggling in the job market looking for a position while I make long term plans for long school. I felt confident after meeting with my schools career center that I had a strong resume and custom fit cover letters for the sort of positions I was looking for (administrative assistants for the most part).
I had an internship on my belt with demonstrated success in a lot of skills, a great transcript with relevant extracurricular, and even a fair bit of customer service experience in retail assisting customer service roles. Granted I'm a new grad but I thought it wouldn't be too bad finding a job.
I got demolished instantly during applications. Almost every place would reject me incredibly fast and I didn't really understand why. After doing some research I'm fairly sure I knew what was happening.
My resume wasn't making it past the dumb AI filter they use to screen candidates. Seriously if you don't mirror back exactly the skills for the position you're applying to with some metric they just filter you out. It's super particular with the language too! Even small differences like using the words client and customer differently is enough to throw the whole damn thing off.
After reading a bit more about the process I was kinda shocked how helpful ChatGPT was. I had always kinda ignored it as a student because I thought it was dumb as hell. Then I looked at the success statistics of people using it in resumes and I knew I was stupid not to use it.
It wasn't helpful without very specific instructions and role prompting but asking it to identify the three most important responsibilities for a position with relevant language, tailor my resume to specific postings, help me quantify impact (especially with that internship being my best experience), and just do general editing. Combined with a few slick templates designed to be eye catching and targeted phone calls with recruiters the ATS software has started letting me through!
I'm not posting this to repeat what everyone else has said but after trying it for a bit I'm really hopeful that this will make a huge difference. The last three weeks have been frankly depressing seeing a lot of near-immediate rejections from positions I felt qualified for and being concerned about my ability to find a half-decent wage. I'm really hopeful that now I can land a couple solid interviews and prepare extensively to land a job. Maybe it will work out after all.
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2023.06.06 16:47 TGlucose [Online][PF1E][3PM EST, Sundays] Rise of the Runelords need 1 player

Hey nerds, our group recently had a player drop out of our PF1e Rise of the Runelords game, so we're looking for a replacement. The party currently consists of a Halfling Cleric of Pharasma, Gnome Paladin of Shelyn, and a Human Fighter who are 5th Level. We've just completed Chapter 1 of RotRL and going into Chapter 2: The Skinsaw Murders.
The game starts at 3PM EST on Sundays and usually goes for 3-5 hours depending on availability and tiredness. The game has a lot of combat due to it being a Paizo Module but the party's focus is more on Roleplaying, the Fighter for example owns the Glassworks in Sandpoint and is building that up so the party can make their own Fort over Thistletop.
If anyone's interested either PM me or leave a comment with a character concept and a little bit about yourself/TTRPG history and I'll get back to you if you seem a good fit for the group.
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2023.06.06 16:40 yaboiijarreld2 Recommendations

-Hey just came from unearthed arcana somebody recommended I might have better luck here but I'm looking for some ideas/recommendations-
So me and a couple of buddy's of mine are learning DND (were are on our second campaign right now) and I mentioned that I wanted to try and do a homebrew campaign/one shot centered around the PCs being "the champions of humanity" and how people are jealous of they're powers and want to have it for they're own/ steal they're powers to make more champions, I've got a pretty good story lined up with a few small in counters (mostly chaff enemy's) but where I'm kind of struggling is how to make some of the more important enemy's fit into the theme of exp thief/ siphoning the strength from my PCs idk if anyone can help me out with like some simple stat blocks or not but either way feel free to give me some ideas :)
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2023.06.06 16:39 av1d6 Realistic use/inspiration for local train systems

I'm new to the game and I'm kind of struggling to see where local trains realistically fit into the transit heirarchy. Even with 81 tiles, it seems as though metropolitan areas of the size available in the game can be fully connected with only metro/bus/tram systems, and intracity train systems would have to stop too frequently to be realistic (stopping every 5-6 train lengths, etc). To be fair, I've lived my whole life in car-dependent suburbia and have only visited briefly cities with good transit infrastructure such as New York and Chicago. These cities do have train systems such as the Long Island Railroad, but these systems serve mainly to move people from far away into the city center, and not circulate people around the city center. Since the maximum map size (w/ 81 tiles) in this game is only the size of the the urban core of major cities, how do people realistically use intracity/local train routes in their cities? Does anyone have good examples of smaller cities that use local train systems (not metros) effectively? Thanks for any help.
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2023.06.06 16:21 kazumicortez Lumodi Beauty Dish for Speed lights Php1000

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2023.06.06 16:18 sbh2oman Larger battery?

I just ordered the K5 Blazer and I'm waiting for it to arrive from China. In the mean time I figured I'd get a couple more batteries. Has anyone found a good aftermarket battery that is larger capacity that will fit easily without extensive modification (or putting it in the bed). I'd like to keep the CG low and centered as possible.
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2023.06.06 16:01 Rotornoob New iron’s help?

I’ve always been a decent ball striker with my irons. After getting a hand me down set and deciding to go all in, I bought some used Mizuno blades because I knew they’d force me to learn to hit the ball well. I was a 4.2 handicap before a back surgery took golf from me. After 10 years off and discovering the miracle that is yoga, I was able to begin playing again last year. Thinking my game would never be what it was, I got rid of my CB’s (R9 TP’s) and got fitted for the more forgiving P790’s. After a full season and lots of range time, I’m not loving them. They’re a great iron overall, but my distance control is horrendous. Like hit an 8 iron to a 171 pin and was 20 yds long… 90% of the time they’re spot on, but those flyers just drive me insane. I’ve been taking lessons and we completely changed my swing to avoid doing anymore damage to my back, and I’m really happy with where my game is currently. So my question is, what options are there for my situation? I don’t really care to hit a 190 yd 8 iron, I just want consistent repeatable distances. Forgiveness is great, but I don’t hit a lot of off center shots. I want to move away from the hollow body irons, and I may just go back to the old reliable CB’s but a lot has changed since my pre-surgery days. Thoughts? Currently playing G425 driver, 2-4 Srixon MK II, 5-AW P790’s, 55/60 TM mill grind wedges.
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2023.06.06 15:48 Silly-Dot2371 Will these rims fit?

I have a 2006 Silverado 1500. Rims in my area are hard to find so I was wondering if a 2020 Colorado rim would fit? They are both 6 lug but curious o out the center bore as well.
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2023.06.06 15:36 YaaliAnnar NoP: Lost and Found (58)

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Memory Transcription Subject: Vichak, venlil school principal
Date [Standard Human Reckoning]: 2136-10-23
I told my vice principal that I didn't come to this predator planet for a vacation, so I need some knowledge or study results to bring home. Johan, my possible future brother-in-law, suggested that I could perhaps observe a human school. Keristian, the human coordinator for the refugee apartment, assured me that he had contacted an elementary school and came up with a schedule. For now, he told me to familiarize myself with the amenities in the apartment.
Besides their blocky design, human apartments had the same general functions as venlil ones. The staff provided us with a stepping stool to account for the larger dimension of the furniture, but other than that it has all that we needed.
Well... we could use a full-body dryer.
I found some alien features too in the apartment, such as the artificial pond, which humans use for recreation. They call this activity 'swimming', something that translates into "moving in water". Their First Contact package insisted that they came from arboreal lineage. Yet, their movements in water betrayed a hidden skill. After considering it, it made sense in a way. The water in their world is teeming with life, and they would benefit from aquatic hunting skills.
Adjacent to this 'swimming' pond, the apartment also had a gym. We have gyms back in the home world, but here on Earth, a wide range of humans frequented them, not just their armed forces personnel. They perform a variety of body movements such as lifting and putting things back down or running on a conveyor belt.
Does this dedication to simulated hardship serve as a means to channel their inherited predatory aggression? They didn't turn themselves from savage beasts into civilized people without some way to temper that excess.
We expected to meet a lot of gojids in the apartment, but it felt sparser than I had imagined. Keristian explained that the gojids here had entered into employment within the Capital. A large number had secured work on the farms. Some had brought seeds from their homeworld, which they planted back in the camp. After the human experts determined it safe enough for Earth, they transplanted the sprouts to one of the farms around the city.
I wondered if any venlil plant species had established themselves on this foreign soil. After Timür explained the concept of invasive species, I realized that I misinterpreted their cautious approach as predatory territorialism. On the other paw, the unspoiled wilderness that I witnessed on my journeys to and from the camp made me appreciate the inherent beauty of preserving such a wild landscape.
Some other gojids chose careers in logistics, serving the complex system that kept the goods in the region moving. Right now, humans directed most of their effort into alleviating the ruined cities. Some of the gojids had even volunteered to help the human, despite the presence of arxurs in the affected cities.
For our last meal of the day, we had gojid dishes made out of earth ingredients. I have to admit that I have not tried gojid cuisine before, but it grew on me just like human cuisine did.
The midday heat on Earth felt milder compared to the scorching intensity of a Deep Day in Venlil Prime's sunward section. Unlike our homeworld, where night temperatures could plummet beyond freezing, Earth's night felt comfortable.
I spent my first night on Earth sitting on the rooftop garden of the apartment. The blanket of darkness that stretched all around us sparked feelings of unease. However, the glimmering towers of the Capital provided a comforting backdrop, their lights twinkling like terrestrial stars. One of the staff members commented on how the city's light pollution obscured all but the brightest celestial bodies.
The staff member was a human after all and would do insane human things like complaining about their city not being dark enough.
Nevertheless, humans did appreciate the necessity of artificial lighting. As night fell, we could illuminate our room with the voice command, a comforting alternative to the deep night outside. I shuddered at the thought of enduring a night in such complete darkness.
Yesterday, I decided to explore the downtown capital to familiarize myself before I visited the school today. Mom insisted on tagging along and Keristian wanted Sukma, his aide, to guide us. We wanted a self-guided exploration, so as a compromise, the human equipped us with wrist-worn devices. These gadgets allowed him to track our whereabouts and also functioned as a means of payment. While the coordinator insisted we needn't worry about finances, he explained a rough price guide to prevent any possible exploitation.
Humans, in stark contrast to the lone arxurs, put heavy importance on socializing. While we waited in the station, the rhythmic cadence of Bahasa, their local language, filled the air. Thanks to Vani's provision of a language model, I could comprehend their dialogues, and snippets of human conversations drifted toward my ears.
"Do you see those domba?"
"Shhh... don't call them that. But yeah... I thought we had just one here?"
"Maybe Vani's relatives came to visit?"
However, even with the additional language model, my translator couldn't decipher all of their voices. Vani informed me that Bahasa serves as a trade language for the region and they had a plethora of other tongues that our translation device has yet to have the data for.
Once aboard the train, the humans adopted a collective silence. Being surrounded by humans aboard the train felt daunting, but this discomfort came from me standing out in this setting. I would feel the same on any other planet inhabited by a different species, carnivorous or not.
When we came to the downtown station, we plunged right away into an endless sea of humans.
Timür's unapologetic display of his face had acclimatized us to humans. We learned to perceive them not as threats but as just xenos with weird faces. It also helped that the humans in our vicinity maintained a respectful distance. However, they almost always locked their curious gaze onto us, averting their eyes when they figured out that I noticed them from my peripheral vision.
Distinguishing individual humans posed a challenge due to their similar appearance, but I soon learned to note the distinctive fabric of their clothing and the accessories they adorned.
The bustling capital of Nusantara presented us with new experiences and opportunities to learn about human culture. Mom and I took full advantage of our time there, immersing ourselves in the vibrant atmosphere provided by the city.
We first stopped at a local market, a bustling hive of activity that operated around the clock. Here, we observed humans haggling over the prices of fruits and vegetables, inspecting textiles, and purchasing a bewildering variety of cooked foods. The rich aroma of exotic spices and prepared meals filled the air.
We had a pleasant experience in the market until we stumbled onto the flesh section. Mom caused some embarrassing commotion when she vomited at the sight of the flesh.
So we decided to visit something less challenging and found ourselves going to museums and galleries. The tour guides in each institution we came to explained the history of this island while showing a collection of historical artifacts and artworks. It offered a captivating glimpse into the ancient human civilizations that once inhabited this region, and their struggles and triumphs.
We decided to have our last meal of the day in the city. With many of the buildings crammed in the city center, the place we had access to the open air lay at the top of the building. We watched the sun setting on the horizon.
As we ate through a platter of addictive fritters, Mom said that we venlil did construct similar dense settlements. Her explanation surprised me at first, as I almost forgot that Mom used to work as a civil engineer. She then explained that dense arrangements for habitats like this only made sense in colonies that lacked land or breathable air.
Humans seemed to have other motivations. They prefer gathering close to one another, creating bustling metropolises to allow for large swaths of untouched land for their wildlife.
So today, having learned to navigate the urban labyrinth of the Capital, I bid a temporary farewell to my mother at the outskirt station. Her exploration of this city would take her further out, where she would visit one of the human agricultural facilities. On the other paw, my destination lay at the heart of downtown.
Once I arrived at the downtown station, I switched on my visual overlay, allowing it to project directional instructions across my visual field. It painted a pathway to my destination through the tunnels and covered walkways. The direction landed me in one of the city's gargantuan towers.
The visual overlay translated the name of the school in venscript. Since humans write horizontally, the resulting translation turns a quarter circle. The sign above the entrance says:
"State Elementary School #1"
Number one? I suppose in a city this big, they did need more than one school. Under the sign, I spotted a human figure standing. She waved her arms and I could tell that she had waited for me. When I got closer, I made out the warm and inviting expression on her face
"Hi, I'm Andin, and you must be Principal Vichak?" Her voice sounded melodious and soft for a human. The human clasped her hands in front of her and bowed.
"Hi Principal Andin, nice to meet you," I replied to her with the same gesture. "I can't wait to see your school."
"Excellent! Follow me," she said. Her billowy one-piece dress twirled around her when she turned around.
Andin led me through the lobby and toward a balcony overseeing the heart of this educational facility, an internal atrium spanning three stories in height. The humans embedded the school inside one of their superstructure, and due to the lack of outdoor space, this architectural feature provided a simulated outside area where young humans could engage in physical activity and socialize. A synthetic material replicating grass covered the atrium's floor. Simulated sunlight streamed projected from the ceiling bathed the area in warm daylight.
An assortment of colorful play structures and exercise apparatuses dotted the periphery of the atrium. I presume they provided the students with ways to release those predator energies. Balconies jutted out from each floor, giving educators an overview of the bustling space and enabling effective supervision during playtime. The classrooms and learning spaces surrounded the atrium. As we walked past, I noticed that several of the glass panes had turned opaque.
"I read from the sign that this is an Elementary School. How old are your students?"
"Our elementary school caters to students from the first through fourth grades, so they are between six to ten years old. However, we sometimes admit older students. For instance, we have a few twelve-year-olds in the fourth grade."
Something felt a bit off from her answer. "What's next for them after this?" I probed.
"After completing their time here, students move on to four years of middle school, followed by another four years of high school. During high school, they can choose a specialization before they move on to university."
Her response left me flabbergasted. "Twelve years of education?" I said in disbelief. "It takes a full twelve years to complete education here?"
"Uh... yeah. That's pretty much the standard timeframe for education all over the planet. Just... how long does it take for you to finish your mandatory education?"
"Seven years," I responded. "By the age of thirteen, kids can start two years of vocational school and most venlils started working at fifteen."
Andin's eyes widened, "Wait, you have children working full-time at fifteen?"
"No, they're not children. They're adults." I realized that humans might have different lifespans. "What's... your age of majority here?"
"In this country, people can vote at the age of seventeen. But in our local culture adulthood starts at twenty." Andin explained.
"Alright, maybe we have a different lifespan?" Andin suggested, echoing my thought. "What's the typical lifespan of a venlil?"
"The average life expectancy hovers around ninety years, although many people live past one hundred," I explained. I wonder if perhaps humans live much longer? I didn't expect predators to live long, but humans tend to defy the norm.
"We had the same lifespan," Andin admitted.
"Wait... what?"
"Maybe we have a different education system?" She suggested again. Andin offered me her pad. "Feel free to observe any class that interests you. Here you can see the schedule for today." The contents had been translated into Ventongue. It presented a timeline of various subjects that took place throughout the day.
As my eyes skimmed over the list, one caught my attention. "Can you explain physical education?"
"In this class, we teach children how to exercise." she explained, "In fact, a PE class should begin now."
An adult human arrived on the field, followed by human children chattering and making all sorts of kid noises. They sounded just like venlil juveniles. At the command of the teacher, the students aligned themselves into a tidy grid pattern. A rhythmic melody started to play, filling the atrium with an energetic ambiance. The teacher at the front began to move in sync with the music, demonstrating a series of actions that the children mirrored.
"What are they doing?" I asked, intrigued.
"They're warming up to prepare for the activity ahead."
They performed various movements, the fluidity and synchronization of which appeared almost like a dance to my venlil eyes.
Once the 'warm up' concluded, several large, blocky objects rolled into the atrium. With a series of arm gestures from the teacher, these objects positioned themselves around the area. Some expanded to form rudimentary structures complete with roofs, transforming the atrium into some sort of tiny city.
The children gathered in a circle. Following a brief, excited chatter, they each presented a hand, some with palms facing upward, others showing the backs of their hands. According to some unspoken rule, those showing the backs of their hands stepped back, causing the circle to contract. This ritual continued and I figured out that the group with the most members excused themselves until one kid remained.
"Ah, it seems they're playing 'Hide and Seek' today," Andin commented, watching the unfolding scene with a warm smile.
"Hide and Seek? What's that?"
"One child plays as the 'cat' while the others will play as the 'mice'," she explained, her expression turning somewhat hesitant. "Ah... perhaps this wasn't the most appropriate activity for you to observe."
My translator didn't quite capture the nuances of 'cat' and 'mice', but I gathered they referred to Earth animals. The child designated as the 'cat' stood in the center of the atrium, standing near a pole with their eyes covered, while the 'mice' scattered, seeking shelter behind the fabricated structures and blocks.
The 'cat' began a loud countdown. Upon reaching zero, they removed palms hands from their eyes and commenced their search. A realization struck me as the 'cat' started prowling around.
"This... is," I murmured, taken aback by the implication of the game. "You're simulating a hunt."
From time to time, the humans can't help but remind me that despite their friendliness and civility, they had a history as predators.
"Well... yeah, when you put it like that…" she paused. "But, the children didn't see it as a hunting simulation. I mean… I doubt that none of them will become a hunter when they reach adulthood. Most of us nowadays don't hunt."
"I understand." I looked down and the cat had found a mouse, chaos ensued as the two of them rushed to the pole. The mouse touched the pole first and laughed. "You humans do need an outlet for your aggression to maintain a civil society."
"What? No…" Said Andin. "We have Physical Education to encourage a habit of fitness."
"So, you don't feel the urge to get violent, sometimes?"
"Most of us don't. Those with that kind of urge receive treatments so they don't harm themselves or other people."
I looked down at the human children below. Despite their concerning activity, they looked like they enjoyed it.
"But if this display makes you uncomfortable, we can see other classes."
I looked at the pad, where another class intrigued me.
"You have an art class? In elementary school?"
"Yeah, it encourages creativity… you don't have art classes?"
"No, those with the aptitude will go to art colleges after they graduate from school."
"Oh…" She gave me a look that I think signifies pity? "Are there other things you don't see in Venlil school?"
"The English class seems interesting. I noticed that most of your people can speak in English when needed."
"Heh, that one is contentious." She chuckled. "English is waning now, and people proposed that we teach our kids Chinese, Hindi, or Swahili for the foreign language class. I take it… you don't have a foreign language class?"
"We do, but… like art school, you learn it at the university level, usually as part of a Foreign Relation Studies. Because foreign languages are spoken by other species."
"Interesting." Again, she gave me that concerned look. "So, do you want to see the art class or the language class?"
"Art class. I think."
"Sure, let's go," Andin said, guiding me down the stairs toward the art classroom.
Upon entering the room, chaos greeted us. An eclectic array of children's artwork adorned the walls, showcasing vibrant landscapes, portraits, abstract shapes, and depictions of what I assumed were various earth creatures.
"Ah, Principal Andin," the art teacher greeted us with an inviting smile as we entered. "And we have Principal Vichak as well!"
"Meet Harta, our art teacher," Andin introduced me.
The moment we entered the room, a sea of young faces turned towards us. It felt like a forest of eyes scrutinizing us.
"Children, say hello to our visitor today, Principal Vichak."
"Good morning, Principal Vichak!" They speak in harmony. The children then refocused on their tasks, their hands returning to their brushes and colored pencils.
Some students here worked alone, while others collaborated in small groups. In one corner, I spotted a screen displaying 3D artwork, sculptures made from what looked like recycled materials, clay, and even intricate artwork made of folded paper.
"Today we have a free-form class," Harta explained. "With your visit, I asked them to make something about our two species."
Several children gathered around a large screen at one end of the room, using it to sketch out their designs before replicating them on canvas. They drew scenes of humans and venlils with a level of technical skill and creativity that amazed me, considering the young age of these kids. In one section, busy children molded a piece of clay, their tiny hands trying to create something that looked like a venlil.
"But how do you evaluate their work?" I asked, confused. "And for that matter, how do you grade students in the Physical Education class?"
"In this school system, we don't include art and physical education to determine if a student has what it takes to continue to the next grade," Andin clarified.
"We do give individual feedback to each child," Harta chimed in. "We aim to ensure their personal growth and development, not just their academic achievement."
"Indeed," Andin asserted, her voice reflecting a sense of profound conviction. "The role of the school has evolved over time. These days, we don't work just as a hub for academic instruction, but as a second home where children learn essential life skills. We work hand-in-hand with parents to nurture these young minds, helping them develop into thoughtful and responsible individuals."
This notion brought back memories of my own school back on our homeworld. People would often refer to our school as a "nursery" due to our additional class on socializing and communication. I remember Renata, the human psychologist stationed in our homeland, said that my school had the basis of a well-rounded education. Here I learned just how more "rounded" we need to be.
Throughout the day, we ventured into different classrooms, each offering a snapshot of the subjects covered in human elementary education. The STEM classes felt lackluster by my standards. However, I soon appreciated their teaching approach which encouraged students to arrive at their conclusions.
On the other hand, the social studies and citizenship curriculum appeared more intricate, which made sense, given the complex social structures of the human race, a species as varied and divided as the primitive yotuls.
Midday brought a meal break, during which I had the chance to mingle with some of the other faculty members. I learned that a significant portion of the adults currently abstained from food and drink, on account of what they called the "fasting month". Andin observed the fast as well, but she kept me company in the cafeteria despite her abstinence from eating.
"Are you sure it's alright for me to eat while you're fasting?" I asked, somewhat.
"Of course," she assured me, her face warmed by a gracious smile. "Self-restraint is a fundamental aspect of being human."
Self-restraint, a quality I found woven into the fabric of human nature. Despite the invasion hurling their world into chaos, humans displayed remarkable restraint, refraining from lashing out in anger.
Post-meal, our educational exploration resumed. The sheer number of classes devoted to non-academic skills struck me. For instance, they had a class dedicated to environmental education, where they instructed young learners on how to care for their planet. Another class, called Health and Wellness, focused on areas such as hygiene, nutrition, safety, emotional well-being, and mental health. My visit coincided with a session of "meditation", a peculiar human practice to calm themselves. When I observed the children sitting in tranquil silence with eyes closed and serene music enveloping the room, I realized that they do have a method of quelling aggression, by nurturing a peaceful disposition.
The complexities of human pedagogical methods began to dawn upon me. The length of their educational journey lasted longer than ours because of this multifaceted curriculum. They didn't focus just on the injection of academic knowledge, but they also introduced human development in theirs. Even their academic lessons went beyond feeding students with facts and figures. Instead, they encouraged a more gradual learning pace that fostered independent thinking.
Such an extensive approach to education daunted me. Could we even implement such a model in our venlil school? Considerable obstacles lay on our path, given the expectations of parents and our society at large, who were accustomed to a quicker, more streamlined education.
In any case, my day reached its conclusion, and my time to depart came. When I bid her farewell, Principal Andin provided me with a binder filled with artwork created by the students, along with personal messages for me and the students back at my own school.
I had time to reflect and consider as I walked toward the downtown station. I recalled how Andin and Harta viewed the institution not as a place of learning, but as a secondary caregiver, working hand-in-hand with parents to nurture the holistic development of their young ones.
On my way to the station, my mother called. She informed me she would be coming downtown so we could share a last meal of the day together.
"How did the farm tour go, mama?" I queried, eager to hear about her day.
"It was enlightening," she replied, leaving me curious about her experience. "And what about your day?"
"Oh, mama," I began, a sense of excitement rising in my voice, "I had an extraordinary day."
Afterwords: Humans with their 22nd century education.
Somehow this is the longest chapter I have ever written. Also note on my update schedule. I'm posting update on every date divisible by 3. That means some updates can appear 96 hours later when the last post is on 30th and the month ends in 31st,
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2023.06.06 15:35 Impossible_Act2081 How do I beat this guy? (My fighter is brad)

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2023.06.06 15:31 fitnessjobs_global 📲 New Job: Fitness Specialist at The Paramount at Somers Rehabilitation and Nursing Center in Somers, New York, us 💪

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2023.06.06 15:06 hellrocket [LFA] gunslinging Monk Yuan Ti

[LFA] gunslinging Monk Yuan Ti
My character Gwyndielle is a Yuan Ti Kensei Monk who’s adopted her temples Dnd version of gun Kata.
For her appearance, I was imagining a faint olive tinge to her skin and classic snake eyes as her clues that she’s not human. Black long hair, though with a few dreadlocks that look, but aren’t, like snakes -Medusa like. Fit and tall build to fit the intimidating aura expected though a bit young so not fully scary. A few scars around her body but not the face (other party member is the face scar guy)
For clothing I was picturing a mix of classic cowboy with just a few hints of monk. Sash for a belt under a 4 gun holster. Shirt reminiscent of a monk top, can show skin or not, depends on theme. The hat though should be similar to the classic flat top like rattlesnake jake from rango.
Below is just a bit of story to hopefully fill in the why’s.
She started as an outcast pure blood, who was thrown aside early in life. Thankfully that’s how she ventured west and found the WestCedar Monks. The aforementioned gunslingers. Who’s teachings revolve around a more classical western vibe but with a strong moral centering. Their biggest teaching being the power of the gun and the art of its use as an extension of one’s self.
This led to her learning a style of monk meets bounty hunter, both in ideals and tactics, which she claimed as her own when she began her pilgrimage. Taking a bounty Hunter job as her first outside contact since joining the temple years ago. A perfect fit to remain neutral in the worlds order yet find a place.
Guns in the campaign are still fairly rare, and it’s the critical role rules so she’s forced/expected to carry multiple guns in case they jam and she can’t fix it quickly. Her main source is likely to be a gunslinger crafting them.
As for the theme well, For a new one shot campaign my regular group finally got to invite a friend who rarely gets a chance to join. So we let him hsve full control over the theme a bit and otherwise let random chance flavor our characters. He’s a big reference and meme guy so that’s part of the story now. And a random generator filled in the basics.
So when I got a yuan ti Kinsei monk, and another player got lizard folk gunslinger we brainstormed and reached rango and rattlesnake jake. The twist is that it’s in the vibe of post movie exploration. So my monks fairly experienced in her art, while the fighter is more reserved and not so fighty.
Still a fond fan of the character anyways so I still would be fine with a humanized genderbend Jake as a starting point.
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2023.06.06 15:04 HeftyNerd Had a talk with the CEO & HR today.

They found someone better fitting with more experience and fired me.
I've worked here for just under a year, I'm 25 and started right after finishing school.
First week I started I had an auditor call me since an IT-audit was due. Never heard of it, had to power through.
The old IT guy left 6 months before I started. Had to train myself and get familiar with the infrastructure (bunch of old 2008 R2 servers). Started migrating our on-prem into a data center since the CEO wanted no business of having our own servers anymore.
CEO called me after-hours on my private cellphone, had to take an old employees phone and use his number so people from work could call me. They never thought about giving me a work phone.
At least I learned a lot and am free of stress. Have to sit here for the next 3 months though (termination period of 3 months).
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2023.06.06 14:55 warriorfitcamp Power Up Your Fitness Journey with Warrior Fitness Camp: Unleash the Best Group Fitness Class in Fort Lauderdale

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2023.06.06 14:42 yaboiijarreld2 Recommendations

-Hey sorry if this isn't the correct subreddit/ just straight not allowed but figured this would be a neat place to ask- So me and a couple of buddy's of mine are learning DND (were are on our second campaign right now) and I mentioned that I wanted to try and do a homebrew campaign/one shot centered around the PCs being "the champions of humanity" and how people are jealous of they're powers and want to have it for they're own/ steal they're powers to make more champions, I've got a pretty good story lined up with a few small in counters (mostly chaff enemy's) but where I'm kind of struggling is how to make some of the more important enemy's fit into the theme of exp thief/ siphoning the strength from my PCs idk if anyone can help me out with like some simple stat blocks or not but either way feel free to give me some ideas :)
-again sorry if I should have posted this to another subreddit (kinda new to reddit😅) or if it's a dumb idea for a campaign-
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2023.06.06 14:41 steconnor11 L4/L5 L5/S1 Back pain need urgent help

Hello all, I will try make this as short as possible
I am 29 Y/0 athlete non alcohol drinker suffering with lower back pain for 6+ years now. Changed my whole life around when I stopped drinking and partying for a better and healthier me. Was told to “strengthen my core” after taking up fitness and CrossFit for 2 years I am now healthiest and fittest I’ve ever been. I have got a massive 6 pack so nothing is wrong with my core surely?? I can squat 155kg & DL the same. I have competed through pain and placed top 3 multiple times and my life is directed at being an athlete but I just can not train through the pain anymore. I also drive a lot with my job which is the worst position for it.
This journey has sent me crazy. I have paid privately here in the UK for multiple MRI scans & injections you name it ive paid. I am not a wealthy man and the stress & pain of it all has contributed to suicidal thoughts. I have come from a mental health back ground and this has contributed just as much as anything ive been through in my younger life.
I was told it was my L4/L5. So we went with treating that for 2 years. That is where I paid for all the scans, phsip and injections and nothing has worked. Randomly my doctor sent me for another scan and now it says I have L5/S1 nerve compression with left paracentral and predominant central disc protrusion. Now this is a new finding about 12 weeks ago and I can not get my head around why its only just shown up on scans. But I believe that is my issue as I feel the pain go away with seated support when I am decompressing my spine around that area. I have been told by multiple professors to get used to it and it will be for the rest of my life and its not the case by others and I just need to “strengthen my core”. I can not be any fitter if I tried I have massive back muscles but around my lower discs feels so weak how is this possible?. I have been bounced round for years. Physios to surgeons and I’m sick of it. I don’t know what to do and I need to be out of pain to get competing again. I have stretched and done everything else required with 0 improvements.
Surgery isn’t an option I really don’t want to be messed with and I believe that will set me back worse which I do not want. I just want to be normal again and to be able to train without pain. My thoughts now are to start again and go to a chiropractic center near my home who is offering scans and then to re-align. The start strengthen process again once I’m straight as they told me I have some serious imbalances. I feel I have done everything else and its sending me crazy I am not 1% better, if anything I’m worse. I am also on a waiting list for a nerve denervation but that’s is just a temp fix. I was just about to have it then the new finding was scanned & then told by the pain doc I need to see a surgeon for an opinion before he does anything. I want to be healthy and strong and never come back to this again. How can I be so fit and healthy but also so weak and in pain still? I feel so lost.
Sorry if this does not make sense im confused as anyone lol. but I am desperate and Im hoping there is some success stories to share. Please feel free to ask me anything, thanks
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2023.06.06 14:32 fitnessjobs_global 📲 New Job: Housekeeping, Center for Fitness and Health at Penn Highlands Healthcare in Rostraver Township, Pennsylvania, us 💪

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2023.06.06 14:22 virginiavonschaefer Integrative Medicine: A Holistic Approach to Health and Wellness

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Virginia Von Schaefer described integrative medicine as a rapidly evolving field that combines conventional medical practices with evidence-based complementary and alternative therapies to provide a comprehensive approach to health and wellness. By addressing the physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual aspects of an individual, integrative medicine aims to treat the whole person rather than just the symptoms of a specific illness. In this article, we will explore the principles, benefits, and growing popularity of integrative medicine.
Integrative medicine emphasizes the importance of the patient-practitioner relationship and encourages the individual's active participation in their own healing process. It recognizes that each person is unique and that a one-size-fits-all approach to healthcare may not be effective. Instead, integrative medicine employs a personalized treatment plan that considers the individual's lifestyle, beliefs, and preferences.
Integrative medicine incorporates a wide range of evidence-based therapies and practices, such as acupuncture, herbal medicine, mind-body techniques, nutrition counseling, massage therapy, and more. These therapies are used in conjunction with conventional treatments to enhance their effectiveness, reduce side effects, and improve overall well-being.
One of the key benefits of integrative medicine is its focus on preventive care. Rather than waiting for illness to occur, integrative practitioners emphasize the importance of maintaining optimal health through lifestyle modifications, stress management techniques, and early detection of risk factors. By taking a proactive approach, individuals can reduce their chances of developing chronic diseases and enjoy a higher quality of life.
Integrative medicine also acknowledges the mind-body connection and recognizes that emotional and mental well-being are essential for overall health. Techniques like meditation, yoga, and cognitive-behavioral therapy are often incorporated to reduce stress, improve mental clarity, and promote relaxation.
In recent years, there has been a significant increase in the popularity of integrative medicine as more people seek alternative approaches to healthcare. This rise in interest can be attributed to several factors. Firstly, individuals are becoming more aware of the limitations and potential side effects of certain conventional treatments. They are actively seeking complementary therapies that can work synergistically with traditional medicine to optimize their health outcomes.
Secondly, integrative medicine places a strong emphasis on patient-centered care. It encourages open communication, active listening, and shared decision-making between the patient and practitioner. This approach fosters a sense of empowerment and trust, which are often lacking in traditional healthcare settings.
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2023.06.06 14:07 Jackviator The Spacer’s Guide to Caring For Your Pet Human (Part 20)

Hello, spacers!
On this episode, the group takes a stab at historical reenactments, the author takes some… “subtle” comedic jabs at certain contemporary events, and we find out where they’ve been hoarding the post-apocalyptic Twinkies.™
As always, I hope you enjoy. :)
As the group exited the Air Force base and began heading towards their destination, Kate looked at the surroundings as they walked. The area looked relatively untouched by the chaos of the past few weeks. The only evidence of it was an enormous pillar of smoke in the distance.
As Jack noticed Kate and a few others in the group staring at it, he nodded in understanding.
“That’s downtown Saint Paul, or at least the remains of it. From what we’ve been able to gather, the nuke we couldn’t stop in time exploded almost directly above the Capitol building. We only managed to put out the last of the fires in what little remains of downtown earlier today.”
“…How many people-“
Anticipating the question, Jack cut her off.
“We don’t know. …We may never know. We can only speculate.”
Kate’s face fell.
“Yeah, I figured that’d be the answer…”
Kate remained morosely silent as they approached the fort. Jack turned to address the crowd.
“Welcome to historic Fort Snelling. …Well, historic to us humans, anyway. Having a fort two centuries old is probably chump change to all of you from a time perspective, eh?”
Kate’s brow furrowed in confusion as she looked up at the stone walls of the fort, its stone tower chock-full of early-1800’s firearm loopholes meant for muskets.
“Wait, what?! …When they said we were going to “Fort Snelling,” I figured it’d be an active military base. Why’re we using a historic site…?”
Jack chuckled.
“It wasn’t actually the military’s decision to do that. A couple days after the bombs fell, a group of survivors moved into the fort. When questioned, I believe the leader of the initial group was quoted as saying “EMPs can’t knock out a big damn wall.” She was right; the stone walls of the fort are a great deterrent to looters and other kinds of people looking for trouble, and it’s easily defensible. Given that we obviously had way bigger things to worry about at the time, we just let them be.
Then, as more and more people showed up to our Air Force base looking for help, we decided the fort would make a good site for a refugee camp. The original group didn’t object; they actually welcomed the security having others around brought, especially once we started the organized armed patrols a few days ago.”
Y’ggdrasog piped up from beside Kate, a bit of indignation in his tone.
<“That’s all well and good, but what about respecting its historic significance? …Preserving the past, and all that?”>
“Relax. The only truly historic things here are a few of the buildings. The vast majority of what was on display inside said buildings- antique-looking tin cups, butter churns, muskets, that sort of thing- were just modern-made replicas, to give visitors an idea of what the fort used to look like back when it was still in use.
…We’ve actually thrown the vast majority of that junk into those “assimilator” thingies you Collective types brought along with you. It was either that, or burn them to keep warm. …Way I figure it, we can always just make more fake “historic” tchotchkes when we’re not fighting for the survival of our species, eh?”
Y’ggdrasog crossed his arms, and while he was clearly still unhappy about it, relented.
<“…Alright, fair enough...”>
As the group finally passed through the fort’s front gate, Kate could see a veritable sea of tents in the center of the area. They had passed plenty of tents on the way there in parking lots, boulevards and so on, but not nearly to this level of density.
Kate marveled at the sight, leaning toward Y’ggdrasog to murmur.
“People must have fought to get placed in here until there was literally no room left, and the tents were packed in like sardines.”
Y’ggdrasog gave her a quizzical look.
<“…What’s a “sardine?””>
“It's just a- …nevermind, it’s not important…”
Migtryl began to speak as the rest of the group filed through the gate.
<“Here and a few spots outside the fort are where you’ll be working for the most part. We reserved several tents for you to use both in and outside the fort, customized with your biologies in mind. I’ll start by giving you all a tour of the premises, so you can familiarize yourself with the different areas you might be needed.
…Starting off, over there you’ll see the impromptu medical center we’ve constructed. If you have any prior medical experience in your work history, you will be placed there. Next, we’ll be moving to…”>
Migtryl began walking off, talking and occasionally pointing with a wing or leg as they went and the group trailed behind them. As Kate tried her best to keep pace with Y’ggdrasog’s long strides, she could see that the crowds of humans inside the fort were parting like a sea around them, just like they behaved at the runway. Many looked at them with fear in their eyes, others with disgusted sneers.
Kate’s shoulders slumped as she finally realized:
Almost no one trusts them yet.
She was so lost in thought over the implications of this that she bumped into Y’ggdrasog, who had abruptly stopped walking. She glanced up at him to see him staring toward a group of humans near the edge of the medical center. His glow was crimson, his eyes haunted. She followed his gaze to see-
Her eyes widened.
Oh no…
The man he was staring at lay on a cot under an improvised tarp-tent. They were being tended to by several medical personnel (both human and alien) that were changing the bandages covering their body, and little wonder; they were absolutely covered in burns.
Before Kate could think of what to do to help her friend, she saw J’Ffrane almost literally materialize between Y’ggdrasog and the bandaged burn victim. Their voice was warm and soothing as they spoke.
<“Feel this moment, accept it, then let it pass. Remember? …Don’t let yourself drown in it.”>
It was like Y’ggdrasog was awakened from a dream as he blinked a few times and glanced at J’Ffrane.
<“Y-yes, I- …I remember...”>
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, slowly letting it out in a shaky exhale as he turned to Kate, opening his eyes once more to meet her concerned gaze.
<“Come on, let’s not fall too far behind.”>
“…Are you alright?”
Y’ggdrasog gave her a weak smile, though the crimson of his stressful glow remained.
<“Of course I’m not. …But that’s not going to stop me from helping your people.”>
He took one last glance at the burn victim before turning and setting off once more towards the tour group.
J’Ffrane gave an approving nod as he walked away, leaning towards Kate and whispering.
<“He’s come so far... Half a cycle ago, he likely would have been nearly catatonic for the rest of the day.”>
Despite the encouraging words, Kate’s shoulders fell as she started walking after Y’ggdrasog.
“I should have thought of this... There have to be thousands- no, tens of thousands, maybe even six figures worth of burn victims from the bombs, in these two cities alone!”
<“And we will be with him to hold out a limb to grasp when he needs it. Just as he and I will be there for you, and you two for I, should the need arise.”>
Kate looked up at J’Ffrane, surprised.
“How would we help you?”
J’Ffrane smiled down at her.
<“You already have. Every person who asks for my assistance helps me immensely just by doing so. It helps me remember that I have a place in the world, and that place is giving the help they so desperately need. …Now then, let’s catch back up to the crowd and find out how we can best do that here, hm?”>
And with that, J’Ffrane’s dissipated as they flew forward towards Y’ggdrasog and the rest of the group trailing along behind Migtryl.
“Hey, wait up!”
Despite the brief interruption, Kate hadn’t missed much by the time she caught back up, and she was soon learning more and more of the facilities and service centers the Collective had constructed around the fort.
While the local military stationed in the fort were (rather fittingly) occupying the fort’s centuries-old barracks, they were actually the main supplier of the vast majority of the tents around the compound.
“More tents are being constructed every day for use in the surrounding area,” said Jack. “We ran our own supply of military-grade tents dry a few days ago, but we’ve been able to scavenge more from places like camping supply stores, alongside manufacturing our own from tarps and the like. Not exactly comfortable to live in, but we have to take what we can get.”
Kate put her good hand up to ask a question, shivering a bit as she did so in the crisp, late-autumn air.
“How well do they retain heat in all this cold?”
“A very good question. Normally it would be quite the problem, doubly so given just how damned cold Minnesota can get in fall weather alone. Luckily, however, the Collective came up with a solution. …Migtryl?”
<“We used a few of the fabricators we have at our disposal to create personal solar-powered heating units to heat each tent. …It’s a bit inefficient given the cloud cover, but on even the cloudiest of days they’re able to achieve over 150% of the solar exposure needed to get a full, week-long charge in a matter of hours.”>
Jack chimed in with a smile.
“It certainly beats the bonfires we filled with whatever we could lay our hands on to burn before you all got here, that’s for sure!”
From there, they moved on to the camp’s utilities.
As the water purification plants of the area had been rendered mostly inoperable by the EMPs and cyberwarfare attacks, the Collective had repurposed a few industrial sump pumps to direct water from the Mississippi River into an assimilator system. The assimilator broke it down and removed all the pollutants in the river water until all that remained was potable water, and distributed to locals to drink-
<“…or at least, to those who don’t refuse to drink it, that is.”> Migtryl said.
An alien of a species Kate didn’t recognize (one that almost resembled a snake if not for their arms and upright stature, who was strapped to a mechanical walker to get around the terrain) piped up, beating her to the punch.
<“Why wouldn’t they drink it?”>
Migtryl paused, glancing at Jack and weighing their words carefully before speaking.
<“…A small, but nonetheless very vocal portion of the local population seem to be under the mistaken impression we’re putting chemicals, nanites and so on in the water to do things such as influence their actions, up to and including controlling their sexuality, for some reason. …Anyway, such people often choose to simply boil and drink water taken directly from the river itself, instead of taking the purified water rations we offer.”>
In contrast to the shocked and horrified reactions of the aliens around her, Kate merely sighed and rolled her eyes.
Yeah, that sounds about right…
Another alien, this time a kentzaré, timidly raised one of their manipulation tendrils.
<“...Have many people gotten sick from doing that?”>
<“Unfortunately, yes. Even boiling the water sometimes wasn’t enough to prevent many such individuals from developing symptoms of several waterborne-based diseases, and that’s not even going into the possible long-term effects of the various pollutants in the water.
We also have individuals here and there who even refuse the fallout-proof masks we offer. …Something about “not using them before, not using them now” and “not living in fear”…?”>
As Kate facepalmed hard enough to leave a handprint mark on her forehead for a minute or two, Migtryl shook his head in frustration.
<“…We must make an effort to always remember that the majority of these people are hurt, scared, and in all likelihood grieving the death of at least one loved one, friend, or what have you. Most do not trust us. We must simply be patient with them, help those willing to receive it, and not give those who are unwilling any further cause for suspicion or hostility. …Now, come along; we have much more to look at.”>
With that, they both turned and began walking towards a long but narrow stone building. As they reached it, Jack turned to the group.
“This is the commissary. It’s where we keep the supplies we distribute to the civilians. It may look small, but looks can be deceiving. …C’mon, let’s step inside. Just remember to dust yourself off first!”
Y’ggdrasog glanced at the door clearly made for human proportions and shook his head, sighing as he turned to Kate.
<“You two go on ahead. I have no desire to work out the kink in my back later from having to be hunched over inside.”>
Kate smiled in amusement as several other taller species of aliens nodded, muttered their agreement and so on.
“Well, sorry on behalf of humanity for us being so short. …Anyway, see you in a bit, Yiggy!”
He winced.
<“…Kate, please, not in front of others…”>
Kate’s smile only widened as she turned and followed J’Ffrane with the rest of the group as they entered the building.
As they descended a set of stairs, Kate was surprised to see that despite its outer appearances, the building went several stories underground. As she descended down the first flight of stairs, a feeling of unease began to eat away at her. Her hairs began to stand on end, goosebumps rising despite the heaters inside the building.
Jack continued his explanation as they continued descending.
“The ground where this building stands was where they initially quarried out a lot of the stone necessary for building the majority of the fort’s walls and buildings back in the 1800’s. When they finished, the line of thinking was “well, we’ve made a really big hole, may as well use it for something.” So they built this commissary to act as a mega-cellar of sorts; it could store enough food to last the initial inhabitants of the fort an entire year.”
As they descended to the final level, Kate looked out across a sizable collection of boxes of various shapes and sizes stacked upon pallets. As she gazed at them, an eerie feeling of familiarity and something being inexplicably, terribly wrong settled onto her, and she only barely heard Jack continuing to speak.
“Most of the supplies that don’t belong to anyone in particular are either stored here, or wherever we can stuff them in what little free space there is left in the other buildings of the fort. Groups go out every day to scavenge for more food, general supplies, raw materials to put into your “assimilators” to make things like our filtered masks-“
150 spare air filters-
<“-as the assimilators and fabricators can only do so much at one time, we scavenge as much food as possible due to most of their time being taken up purifying the polluted water-“>
75 spare half-year water filters-
“It’s important to keep track of everything else we store here, so a lot of the work is just tallying everything up. It’s tedious, but very important; we need to know what we have to give those with very specific dietary needs-“
500 cans of spinach, 300 cans of olives, 700 cans of baked beans-
“Members of our species still have occasional issues with allergies, diabetes, that sort of thing. I’m told we likely will continue to have those for at least a decade or so before you Collective folks can develop those “immunity implants” necessary to sort them out. …Assuming the average Joe is willing to work with them, when the most advanced tech they had before was-“
3 spare radios, 50 packs of AAA batteries-
Kate only just barely managed to drag herself back to the present as she felt J’Ffrane metallic hand gently tugging at her sleeve. She turned to see them wordlessly gazing at her, a concerned expression on their face. Only after their intervention did she notice she had begun to start breathing erratically as Migtryl kept talking.
<“…Beyond moving the supplies where they need to go, the job’s not very physical. For the most part, it’s just counting how much of any one item we have and writing down the results. We usually give the job to people who are injured or otherwise not at their best, but still want to contribute.”>
Migtryl glanced over at Kate, who unbeknownst to him was having a desperate internal struggle to try and keep herself calm.
<“You’d be a perfect fit here, heh!”>
Kate sunk into herself a bit at his words, and found herself wishing she could turn invisible as the group turned to stare at her. Her voice was barely audible as she felt obligated to murmur out a response.
“…I, uh- pant …d-don’t think that- pant …would be a good idea…”
Not again, not again… Just stay cool, don’t keep hyperventilating, just move on, just- stop it. Stop stop STOP oh god why can’t I just breathe normally?! Just k-keep cool, just-
She felt the touch of J’Ffrane’s metallic hand on her shoulder, bringing her back to herself.
<“Come on, Stardust; let’s take a walk.”>
Kate hesitantly nodded and let herself be led away from the group and up the stairs by J’Ffrane’s gentle leading hand, wiping her tears away as she went. Migtryl glanced at Jack, who was staring after the pair, his expression worried.
<“…Was it something I said?”>
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