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dumb phones - a phone who's only purpose is to make/receive calls and texts. think flip phones, old nokias, etc.
personally, i would love to purchase a dumb phone to get away from the busyness on social media but there are some conveniences of my modern iPhone that makes switching to a dumb phone seem like way too much of a change (music streaming, texting in groupchats, GPS, etc).

so recently got installed some berk test pipes res and it was fine for two days until Sunday the check engine light came on but I heard that it comes on when you put test pipes and you just need a tune to turn off the light but on Monday I was driving my car and then suddenly it switched to drive while I was in Manual mode. Tuesday comes and I was able to drive it in Manual with no problem and then Wednesday hits it doesn’t let me even drive in manual mode and I checked today what codes I had p0430 and p0720 but looked up to see how to fix the problem but I get mix answer so please tell me what to do.

after many failed attempts going on metformin a dr prescribed (it kept making me throw up) i want to venture down another route to treat my insulin resistance. i've been doing some digging and there's the one thorne do (called ovarian care), ovasitol by theralogix, myoplus by myova, and the inositol powder by jarrow formulas. i have no preference as to pills or powder, i just don't know if anyone has had any better experiences with some or which are more reputable + if they contain slightly different blends + dosing variations. i read that taking too much DCI actually lowers your estrogen and causes further increase in male hormones (the only one i have above normal levels is androgen. my testosterone is high within the bounds of normalcy) and that article recommended talking to your doctor about it first. trouble is, i have moved so much in recent years that i dont have a primary care doctor or gyno where i currently live. and basically all the gynos i have seen in recent for pcos and endo were quite awful and disappointing anyway. if anyone has any pointers about supplements i would greatly appreciate it ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 i'm 23, eat a vegetarian diet, already avoid wheat/pasta/dairy/rice/bread (...bread.... i miss u 🥲) and take probiotics and vitamin d

My daughter loves nursery rhymes she loves to sing them all the time rather than finding it annoying. Me and my wife find her love for these rhymes cute. The only concern I have is a year ago me and her were playing in the play room she and I had made up a game where we made our own nursery rhymes. She didn't like bringing others into the game I remember when we played the game with a cousin she some how managed to make the rhyme dark and vial. I started off by saying " brother, brother he had a lover " my daughter Ella's cousin interjected with " brother brother's lover found another " my little girl said " brother brother shot the lying lover. " Me and her cousin became shocked by what she said and we ended the game quickly my daughter never says things like that. But when I talked to my daughter about what she said she simply learned it from a crime show her mother was watching. Ella apologized for messing up the rhyme I told her it was fine just to make sure not to bring such dark themes into the game. A few weeks later when I was reading Ella's routine bedtime story to her I got a call from my mother. She told me about how something horrible happened with my brother and his wife. Ella and I had arrived at the hospital with her cousin (we had invited perviously over and into the game). Kimberly my brother's wife was shot apparently and my brother had been the one who shot Kim, their son Tyler was to stay with us after we heard the news of Kimberly's passing and my brother going to prison Tyler was put in our care him and Ella got along fine. Just recently I heard her and her cousin playing the game. I listened in by the door way first they started off by humming a soft melody. Tyler then started with " centuries ago , far away even to this day " Ella then continued with " ancestors played, The rhyming game ". Tyler announced " their mother sung this song and they all Longed for the game we play ". Ella went and had said firmly catching a glimpse of me said " but listeners who worried about it went away! " I took this as my cue to leave I had walked out of the doorway and stayed out of the game for a couple days. I found them repeating the exact lines being sung by them but instead of what my daughter said calling me out. They were chanting " centuries ago, far away even to this day. Ancestors played, The rhyming game. Their mother sung this song and they longed for the game we play " now Ella said " No one was allowed to join this game till the host said so". They engaged in this song more and more until they both said " eardrums of those who pry may they BURST! " I walked in scolding them. For this and sent them both to bed angry I was getting sick of this rhyming game and the bad influence it was bringing on the little angels who were being raised. A few weeks ago I got out of bed in the middle of the night careful not to wake my wife sleeping next to me. I went and got water while I looked out the kitchen window drinking my water I hear a humming coming from the kids room. I walked down the hall and checked on them I saw from the doorway Tyler and Ella playing that dammed rhyming game. This time once again their chant started with " centuries ago, far away even to this day. Ancestors played, The rhyming game. Their mother sung this song and they Longed for the game we play." Tyler instead of Ella said " Let those who scold we, those who play this game break their legs! " He shout whispered this and instead of me going in and scolding them again. Ella's head turned to me well where I was I had hid behind the wall. When I checked again they were in bed the sheets were neat not untidy like they were asleep the whole time. I stumbled back down the hall creeped out and went to bed to calm my head. A couple days agoI had a " accident " the doctors said I temperoaraily had gone into a coma and was lucid dreaming so it felt so real. I found myself in the house awake at night and there was a low him in the house I looked for what caused this. I came to the kid's room smelling a horrible repellent stench and I heard the humming grow louder and steadyer. I didn't see anyone in the house at all I saw a loose floorboard and it seemed like the odor was coming from the opening. I pryed open the floor board hoping to get whatever poor dead animal out for the kid's sake and have pest control come and deal with the stench in the morning. But as I pryed it open the hum was now a screech and it felt like my ears would start bleeding I passed out and apparently I was found. Laying on the bottom step by my wife and literally rushed to the hospital I woke learning I had broken my leg from the fall and slammed onto a pole on the baby gate that we used for the dogs we had and I burst my ear when it was punctured. The doctors said I was lucky to survive the ear bursting and that the kids found me and got my wife. Every now and then I swear I hear that stupid chanting of that rhyming game song in my deaf ear , yet Ella and Tyler hadn't played it since the " accident. " I'm worried now.. because I swear I hear a gravelly female voice singing to my kids " centuries ago, far away even to this day. Ancestors played, The rhyming game. Their mother sung this song and they Longed for the game we play, granddaughter and grandson pass this deadly song. The fathers and mothers won't last long." I don't have long left and I hear that damned humming is getting louder in my right ear and my lungs are beginning to ache painfully. Don't let your kids play the rhyming game.

Just worked a shift that was scheduled to have me another partner and a recently transferred shift for 3 hours during a busy time of day....
no nobody called out. But then again, we currently have 2 shifts and a store manager + ~20 baristas.... we've been going down for months and hiring nobody on.
it's so fucking bad at my store. There's never a moment of peace, and despite prices rising and the public saying they're done with the siren, we've been busier than ever.

So it's been a few months since my group was able to get together, and tonight we had our first session of a story I've wanted to tell for awhile. I'm going to share it here for you all to enjoy, because we had an absolute blast playing, and got so much done in one sitting tonight.
Before we start, the party is three players. This is the world map I built. The party starts at Caer Narfon at the top, and has headed South for 3 days to the top right tip of the E in Amalthean Mountains where a Vampire Lord was spotted in the woods.

• Faun - 4' 11" human female grandmaster artificer
• Quenell - 6' 1" human male grandmaster monk
• Rhyloth - 7' 6" firbolg male archdruid

Each of them are respected and venerated masters in the realm summoned to deal with an insidious rot tied to healing magics. Every time somebody uses a healing spell, both the healed and the healer are afflicted with a curse that does terrible things to them over a week, and ultimately kills them. The good news is that any healing magic resets this timer. The bad news is that the rot has recently mutated and is now afflicting anybody over 50, stretching resources too thin. Death has begun en masse, and the plague is getting far worse. To compound matters, healers are regarded as spreading this atrocity, and now people are wary of any casters and tend to attack anybody associated with holy orders for visiting this upon them.
But why didn't they just stop using the healing spells? By the time anybody figured out what was happening, the prevalent and wide spread use of the spells had spread this plague everywhere (a full week before the first deaths ever occurred, and then of course the various attempts over the months to cure it just exacerbated the problem further.)
By the time they thought to simply stop trying magic altogether, the plague had spread everywhere. For 40 years the church has been combating it with all manners of magical items, scrolls and spell casters to alleviate the sick symptoms.
And all of that changed in the last 21 days, when everybody above 50 suddenly came down with the affliction whether or not they had ever been healed. Unrest is rampant and the civilized societies have issued an emergency call to all available masters to solve the problem.
Last note before I get started: We like puns. So there's some comical elements that will make you groan. We enjoy ourselves and laugh our ass off. That's the goal here. Without further ado, enjoy.
Darius Masterfell (drow elf male general), Kain Dragonsbane (goliath fleet admiral of airships,) and Arianna the Green (Green dragon who looks like everybody’s favourite grandmother,) stand at the balcony of Caer Narfon and address the assembled heroes.
Darius speaks:
“You are all aware of the creeping rot. Indeed, in recent weeks many if not all of you have become afflicted as the scourge mutated and expanded its reach to include all of those who have passed their 5th decade. We have neither the manpower nor the magical resources to address a calamity of this magnitude, and turn to you as our final hope to address this emergency.
We offer you anything you should desire for a solution to the rot. End this cursed plague and if it be within our power, you will be granted your dream. This is a battle for the very world itself, and I can not overstate its import.
We know healing magics can stay the symptoms, but at terrible cost to the healer. What has changed is that after a spell has been used thrice, the caster or the victim are afflicted with terrible mental agony, and frequently madness. Take care with your spells, they are beyond precious.
Each of your groups will be assigned a task to follow up on, which we hope will lead to more information on curing the rot."
Darius continues to prattle on, addressing the assembled groups:
“Simply Amageing (male gnome wizard of some reknown), we need you and Hypatia (a female goliath forge cleric) and Echo (female half-elf half-orc rangerogue) to investigate the Krok-Telwar. They have fallen silent and cut trade ties. Perhaps there is a quarantine, perhaps there is an answer to the problem. Report back with what you find.
Party Bardly (a travelling trio of bards composed of Bard Weather, a storm sorcerer Minotaur who plays the electric guitar, Bard Tholameow, a tabaxi triangle player, and Bard to the Bones, a male skeletal revenant drummer), you will travel to the Dar-Mok, who trade in tales grand. Perhaps their ability to mix and mingle magics has yielded some solution to the problem of using healing magics.
And lastly, you three (points to Faun’s Forged, the players party) as our most powerful and revered masters, we need you to investigate the disappearance of our own Prime Fire Firstborn, the Griever himself Aurelias. He ventured forth to investigate the loss of two powerful investigators who set out to deal with a vampiric lord who had taken up residence near the Amalthean Mountains to the south. We have not heard from him in 6 days. Normally, we’d see to this ourselves, but our forces are spread thin and wide, and there is none second to the Griever in terms of power. We are greatly concerned, and wish you the best of luck….. heroes."
And with that benediction, the three figures cease their projection and flicker out of existence. Standing nearer to the party, Commander’s Desmona and Rygar step forth to issue orders.
Desmona, a lithe moon-elf (female, 5’ 2" and bearing a violin and bow shaped combo of fencing blade and crossbow which seem to double as instruments, draped in quicksilver armour that hugs close to her frame and dances with the shimmer of moonlight,) speaks in a voice that flows like elven wine:
“You can find your tasks and maps along with the arrangements for travel at the grounds by the gate guards. Report in weekly via a raven. All taverns along the main trade routes have messenger ravens you can send. Be sparing with your spells. We know not what triggered the mutation and can not risk further complications. It’s best not to risk anything.”
Turning, she moves quickly to the castle doors with Rygar in tow. Rygar is a Dar-Mok half-orc standing at 5’ 8" stocky at the shoulders and bearing a massive claymore with bright blue runes etched in its surface and dressed in the black robes of a powerful spellsword.
With that, the party moved to begin their task, wasting no time at all in setting out. The preparations had indeed been complete. Three mounts with Zephyr shoes were waiting for them, and a map was provided of the lands with a target location for where the three investigative groups had gone. Without further ado, the party set forth at a fast pace south to their designated target.
At the end of the first day, they came upon a small pond in a clearing which seemed frozen in time. A Tiefling was petrified at the shore, looking out at the water. After some investigation, including an attempt to skip a stone on the petrified pond, Faun decided to cure the petrified status of the Tiefling. They freed Kayla Devries from her prison, and were rewarded with information regarding the Griever who had apparently petrified her in place. She told the party that she was an artificer similar to Faun, but dealt with enchanting books. Flustered, she was concerned that 18 days had passed since she had seen and dealt with the Griever, and asked for a horse to report in. The party gave her one, and rested for the night in Faun’s portable tower. They carried on South the next morning without incident.
As they neared the edge of woods on the 2nd day, they noted an area which seemed to have a gravitational distortion. Rocks were floating in the sky, and the Mobius ring on the hand of Quenell was reacting violently to the area. Apparently, something had happened with the planes here, but the party was unable to discern anything of interest and quickly moved on. Quenell noted that the ring kept reacting the further South they travelled, and the pulses had begun to come in waves. Some strong, some weak, some big, some small. No discernable pattern emerged from the investigation.
On day 3, the party encountered a terrible monstrosity known as a Maneater Boar. A grotesque pig-like creature the size of a school bus, its face was covered in hundreds of pulsing and infected eyes. Its roar unleashed a mad psychic effect on all in its cone, and it drove the horses and Faun mad before Quenell and Rhyloth dispatched it. The battle itself was remarkable as Faun fired lightning fists into its vulnerable eyes, and Quenell reached out to attune to its very life force, just as Rhyloth decided to fly up behind it and subsequently Mammoth bomb it with a sky trample like no other master druid before him. Touching down on its back with one toe, Quenell finished the terrible beast as it unleashed a second psychic bleat by telling it to rest and ceasing the thread of its life force through his mastery of the Quivering Palm technique.
The group spent an hour trying to recover the horses, but gave up and returned to pursuing the fate of the Griever. Boarding Rhyloth now in Giant Eagle form, they ascended to the sky and quickly spotted the noble’s summer cottage estate. Roughly 4 football fields in area, the estate looked like Canadian Parliament while being roughly the size a 3 bedroom townhouse. The damage to the area, the grounds (hedges, trees, bushes, benches, statues, and more) was extensive. A pitched battle looked to have been fought, with magical scarring, flames and both weapon and claws having devastated the area. The group didn’t sense or see any threats, but remained on wary guard as they examined the grounds.
Rhyloth transformed into a badger after spying a rather obvious trail from a dragged corpse which had been hidden under a midden heap. Upon digging it out, he encountered an unusual and unfamiliar scent. The corpse was of the first investigator sent, Chesterfield, and was still wearing his sigil and name identifier on his chest, although it had been badly burned. In fact, the body was missing all of its blood, was bound in silver, and decapitated as well as burned. Faun pointed out that this was obviously the work of a vampire, likely one who had tortured and prolonged the suffering of the investigator by turning him first so he wouldn’t die quick during the torture.
Rhyloth still smelled the unfamiliar odor, and returned to the midden heap to find a further scrap of flesh, still intact, and with the word “Empyrean” carved into it. The clean cuts of the skin matched the vertical nicks on the investigators rib cage, indicating this had likely come from his corpse. Faun placed this scrap in a storage pouch for later examination.
Meanwhile, Quenell investigated the interior of the once lavish and now destroyed home. The interior looked as if a comet from the heavens had struck through the floors and destroyed the entire house from within. The crater terminated in the basement, in the center of which was a brilliantly bright stone approximately the size and shape of a short club. Above this hung suspended what Quenell suspected was the vampire lord the other groups had been investigating. He was chained by silver and outstretched above the stone, skinned alive, hands, teeth, tongue and eyes removed to render him impotent as a threat. The silver acted as a prevention to his healing process, keeping him locked in a skinless state, dripping his blood onto the brilliant stone below.
“VAMPIRE!” called Quenell, summoning his compatriots. Faun and Rhyloth joined him inside and investigated the area. Faun, adept at investigating, quickly discerned that the lectern was missing a tome, and that the family in the basement was likely tortured and murdered by the vampire lord. The youngest child, a girl, was not present anywhere in the vicinity, despite plenty of evidence suggesting she lived there. Faun, resolved to find out where she was, attempted to read the vampire’s mind and was assailed by images of what it had done. More to the point, it showed the Griever and the Tiefling working to skin the vampire and create the Solemnus Tenebris (Book of Vile Darkness), and creating a demon from the girl child.
One phrase kept repeating in the mind of the vampire:
“Written in blood, written on flesh, The spell is wrought, the demon fresh, The innocence lost, a violent rebirth, The rite is complete, Sakaar ever thirsts."
Quenell was encouraged by Rhyloth to retrieve some of the vampires blood, while Faun cautioned him not to contact the Brightstone as it would annihilate him. Instead, as he got closer to it, the Mobius ring reacted positively and seemed to yearn for the stone. Investigating it further, Quenell foolishly decided to press his luck and attempt to touch the stone with the ring, which immediately captured the rock in its dimensional hold. Faun had been constructing a box of lead from the piping to do this when Quenell successfully stored it, so she quickly abandoned course and returned to dealing with the vampire. Having given her word to kill it, she planned to make it a bit of a spectacle. Cutting it down from the chains, they bound it in the lengths and stuffed it into a bag of holding (still skinned alive, so wet and dripping I might add), to bring back to Caer Narfon. Then Rhyloth cast the walking through roots spell and they ported back to the castle grounds with their bounty in tow, but not before Rhyloth got the idea to scry upon the Tiefling, Kayla Devries. Suspecting she was the released demon, he thought he should see what she was up to. He managed to succeed for a second, but she quickly detected him and slammed the door shut on his window, sending a searing lance of pain warning him to never make that mistake again.
Upon arriving, they terrified the guards by pulling out the still moving and skinned vampire lord. Faun, having the social grace of a pile driver, stammered through how she figured Sakaar wasn’t actually a good god, and that Griever Aurelias was creating demons and petrifying people. The guards, skeptical, asked how he knew this, and when Faun told them he read it in the mind of the vampire lord, the guards flat out disbelieved him (this did challenge everything they accepted as order.) They sent for Desmona, and bid the party wait.
Complying, Faun regaled them with plenty of information while forgetting she was holding the vampire lord in one hand, so all the while she was gesticulating wildly, flopping this helpless and horrible mound of skinned flesh about while the guards cautiously backed away. Desmona took about 40 minutes to find, having been out at the stables where two insane horses had created quite the stir (from the pig encounter.) Upon arriving, she was briefed just as the guards were, and read the mind of the vampire lord herself. Corroborating much of what the group said, she didn’t mention the brightstone, and dismissed the guards before Faun could keep asserting that their god and most holy leader was actually a force of pure evil.
Taking the group to her office for a private discussion, she pointed out that assuming that was true, they couldn’t afford to simply spill that information into the populace. It would need to be slowly rolled out. She ordered the execution of the vampire lord, and asked the party if there was anything else they had to discuss. They told her about Kayla Devries and their suspicions about the Griever, and then set out into the town to wind down before the journey on the galleons to Ashfall which would occur the following morn.
During that evening, they gambled in games of strength, had some fun drinking, went flying around a bit, and even met with a legendary blacksmith named Solomon who outfitted them with some items to help them in their quest. Faun received a legendary forged holy symbol (Echo of the Abyss) which would protect her from scrying, while simultaneously devouring the mind of any who attempted to do so. Quenell received the Four Auroch Arc Stick which was a set of bindings that could solidify into a quarterstaff, or collapse into bindings which emitted electricity and enhance him in powerful ways. And Faun, the Mammoth Mothership, received a befitting weapon of such a calamity called Egg-secutor and Pay-Bawk, a handcrossbow combo which tagged a target with a mini egg that opened a chicken sized gateway to a hellfire plane that was linked to a demon chicken named Pay-Bawk, who would explode on contact with the egg marked target in hellfire, a searing flame bypassing all resistance.
In the morning, the group boarded the first Galleon on the left of the five, and spent the next two days trying to find Kayla. Somebody or something had tipped her off though, whether it was scrying, spying or self preservation, and she was nowhere to be found. The party assumes she was using some form of magical disguise, and could only wait and see how it would play out at Ashfall, home of Echidna and Typhon. The mother and father of monsters. And the society built around human sacrifice.
Thus ends the first session.

I'm doubting myself.
FYI is first bit.
Both my parents are from my and my sisters perspective narcissists or at least my dad is and my mum mite have ADHD. This is not diagnosed.
I played their games to survive minimizing the big things downplaying anything I found joy in to disassociate from them and cause less strife for my sister, till i found a way out at 17. I don't know If my sisters knew what I was doing. its never been mentioned.
I sort revenge in 2010-11 and talked them into splitting causing chaos in their financial and social life family home sold assets divided, both sisters had mostly moved out. (I was angry I got in my parents heads, felt like I was trained to do it, to be like them at this point in life) I was the perceived golden child along with my older sister she wasn't considered as golden I guess as I seemed to get better marks on things we were treated slightly similar but different. My middle sister was the scapegoat. I accidentally did something my sister was blamed, I admitted it was me nothing was said no blame to me no apology to her (really crappy to see and know how wrong this was). So i had my pound of flesh and left the country with my boyfriends family as a safety net. watching each step I took checking the mirror (I look so similar to my mother it sucks as I remember shit every time I look in it)
I understand I was most likely wrong to do this as the benefit to my sisters lives of having them together may have been effected a house to go to if life went wrong for them. I'll wear that.
Ive since grown as a person and my then boyfriend is now husband we have two children and I've disclosed all to him.
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REASON FOR POST
So my issue is with my Dad.
Christmas 2022 we flew back we were on good terms. My Dad pulled a huge card and invited my uncle and aunt (beautiful people happy memories with them) and his family three sons and their partners and children.
This was meant to be a small Christmas. The plan was all sisters and said sisters husbands and children along with Dad and his new girlfriend. I was tense, checking checking checking watching for signs of the manipulation starting (warned my husband that I may need him to take the kids and go, leave me to their drama) It was weird my older sister pulled me aside to warn me my middle sister is turning into a narcissist, my middle sister pulled me aside to tell me how fucked up and fake all this was. And I watched on as my Dad belittled his new girlfriend with snide mine and your comments. I was mildly triggered I felt my protective side rising up for his girlfriend but couldn't do anything. No huge issues that needed trimming or mending. I went to were we were staying after and spent the next day triggered reliving just shut down trying to calm my mind.
My Dad had taken four days off said he wanted to go fishing with my family and me and he called me to organize this two days later. I had finally calmed down and was out for a run, I said "I'm out running reception is bad I'll call you back in half a hour?" he responded with disappointment aggression and rejection words as I hadn't made solid plans.
I was struggling with planning this as my family doesn't have much fishing experience, my husband almost drowned in 2018 and in 2022 we had a relation die by drowning its raw. So our fondness to the ocean isn't strong I like fishing.
My head went blank on the call I don't know if I said anything else instinct kicked in, I finished my run 15min later got back and silence he isn't responding, I panicked rang round to organize his girlfriend to be checked on in-case he took it out on her went into shut down for hours, crying, frozen, shaking flashbacks of running to hide, hearing the fights the panic the pain.
My family and extended family on my husbands side never needs to see me like that it was so shit.
My Dad hasn't responded to a text or call from me 23/12/22 till his birthday the 25/3/23 that's over 3 months of silent treatment. I sent a message that just said happy birthday and he said thank you. Now hes responding to my photos on Facebook.
Do I respond? Do I try to mend? Is it my fault? should I wear the blame of not planning when I know the consequence of going into a situation without planning?
I've been debating for the past month on sending the things hes bought us (he try's to buy love) back to him, call it done. Try to stamp out the bond I've been slowly rebuilding so it can't hurt me and by proxy my family. I feel this is just a reoccurring cycle and I'm tired.
My head says cut, my heart says mend.
My older sister says sell the stuff spend the money on something to build your life. But its poisoned for me like using it is consuming poison, everything that stems from it will decay from within. My middle sister is not talking to anyone, and my Mum is in the dark, she is the worst manipulator so I wont mention anything to her.
I try to keep the contact as I want family, and I struggle to have friends as my past makes me hold everyone at arms length people are unpredictable, my parents and sisters are unstable yet mostly predictable because I have known them so long.
So I struggle to talk to anyone which has caused me to build social anxiety and left me with no one outside of my husband his family and my kids in the safe zone which is unhealthy.
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So Reddit what do i do about my Dad?

It was decided that the group would head over to the Cat Cafe next. They quickly departed the house to make their way towards their next location. Sateen decided to accompany the group, mostly due to his developed interest (aka. A Teenage Crush) for Sumireko. Along the way, Satsuko continued to point out each and every single ride, game, snack booth there was, pleading to go on them or try something. Most of the group said no or denied the kid of his requests, Mary however, after ignoring the kid’s cute beady eyes, finally caved and got him cotton candy.
“Mmmm~ This is delicious!” Satsuko said, digging into the pink fluffy cloud of sweetness. “Are you sure you don’t want any Auntie?” He asked Mary.
“I’m good. Thank you though.” Mary said, holding Satsuko by the hand and guiding him along. The others looked at them from behind. Meiling didn’t think too much about it since she wasn’t familiar with either Mary or Satsujin. Sateen was too focused on being next to Sumireko, but Sumireko had other thoughts on the matter.
“She’s having the time of her life, isn’t it?”
“To think, just the other day they were acting more like best friends who got on each other’s nerves… But now it’s this.” Sumireko thought. “Then again I think it’s better than how they were before. It’s nice even.” “I’m sure the real one wouldn’t act like that. But you’re right. Let her have a moment of peace…for now.”
It didn’t take much longer before they arrived at their next location. They knew they arrived when they saw the giant lucky cat statue that could be seen a mile away, sticking out like a sore thumb. It was holding a token down with its left paw, while the other paw was raised up in the air. Below the statue was a regular-shaped building, painted in bright shades of red and blue, decorated with circular windows, and a nicely decorated door. Hanging above the door was a wooden sign, showing a picture of two cats, red and blue respectively, facing away from each other while their tails formed a heart shaped sign.
Looking at the giant maneki neko statue, Sumireko hummed in interest. “Huh,” she commented, “a calico cat. It’s not that common to see a calico maneki neko. Mike would like this place.”
Blinking in confusion, Meiling asked, “Who?” Admittedly, even before the moral gods invaded, she rarely left the SDM grounds, but she was sure she would have heard of a maneki neko being in Gensokyo.
Mary answered, “Oh yeah, Mike! I remember her! She’s that calico maneki neko who freeloads at Kourindou like every other week. Satsu ran into her a few times.”
“Mike… Now that I think about it, I might have heard about her before.” Meiling hummed, scouring her mind. “...I heard a few people in the past bicker about whether or not she was a guy or a girl.”
“Wait, isn’t she a girl though?” Sumireko asked.
“Well, I’m definitely certain… But like with Wriggle it’s a debate that will probably never be settled.”
The door to the cafe suddenly opened up, the sound of a bell singing tipped off the others, taking a look at the person coming out. “Welcome!” cried the figure in a cheerful voice. They rushed up to the group, invading their personal space and stopping mere inches from Sumireko’s face. “I’m Satsunyan, and welcome to my cat cafe!”
Satsunyan was a petite girl, seemingly only about a head taller than Suika. She had black hair in a shoulder-length bob cut, with cat ears sticking out like two cowlicks that refused to stay down. Her catlike eyes glittered in excitement, and small fangs could be seen peeking out from her lips. She wore a skimpy maid uniform that barely hid her modest bust and a scandalously short skirt that showed off her thighs and barely hid her rear. From under her skirt, a tail peeked out and flicked about playfully.
“Cute~” Everyone else thought, except for Sateen, as he stared at her and the cafe with a massive blush before quickly looking away.
“Glad to see you guys like my fashion sense. It wasn’t too hard to slip in a bit of my influence here.” A different voice rang out. Unlike the other voice, which was staticky, this one was layered, as though two people were speaking at once, one voice being deep and the other being higher.
“It’s a bit too stereotypical, but works.”
“You’re the last person I want to hear that from. Didn’t you try to make Satsujin talk like a stereotypical gang member?”
“Wait, who was that? And what did they mean?” Sumireko wondered, glancing up at the sky discreetly.
“Oh crap, you weren’t supposed to hear any of that. Forget about me for now!”
“They’re not stupid by the way, just present yourself.”
“Later, they should take care of this first.”
Satsunyan grabbed Sumireko’s hand, pulling her right into the cafe while saying, “C’mon, let me show you the place!”
“Wha- Hey!” Sumireko said, being pulled into the cafe while the others followed.
The inside of the cafe was quite colorful, looking to be modestly big enough to fit several customers but also feeling small at the same time. There were tables and chairs lined up in rows, chairs right by a wide counter, delightful decorations ranging from lamps to plants, but what definitely stood out the most were all the cat-like adornments. The chairs had cat ears, the cuts had cat-like tails, and of course, actual cats all minding their business over at one corner of the store.
“Kitties!” Satsuko cheered. “Can I pet them!?” He asked in a childish manner.
“Of course, go ahead!” Satsunyan answered. Satsuko went right over and started to pet the cats while Mary watched from afar.
“Hey,” whispered Mary, nudging the esper. “You think there are any more girl personas in here?”
Sumireko responded, “I did see another girl version of Satsujin the last time I was here, but I haven’t seen her at all this time. Why’d you ask?”
“Oh, nothing. Just wondering.”
Satsunyan turned around, a cat-like smile formed on her face almost in a smug fashion. “So… Are you all here for my challenge?”
“Eh? How did you-”
“Because Sateen is with you all! That means you must’ve beaten him in his edge-off!”
Sateen quickly turned to embarrassment, jumping a little upon hearing someone call his challenge an ‘edge-off’.
“I-It wasn’t an edge-off. We were merely showing ourselves our history of suffering, the torment we bore, the devastating power we each wield knowing the burden we must carry in order to not let it control our everyday decisions!” He said in a cool manner. “I had easily demolished them in the challenge, but due to feeling pity for them I decided to let them win.”
“Of course,” teased Satsunyan as she patted Sateen on the head. Heading over to Satsuko, she bent down to speak to him. “Satsuko, sweetie, I need you to listen to me.” As the young boy looked up, the maid continued, “I need you to behave, okay? The pretty big sisters have to do a test, and you can’t talk to them until the test is over or else they’ll get distracted. Can you promise you’ll be a good boy?”
Nodding, Satsuko replied, “I promise I won’t do something to distract Auntie Mary or her friends.”
Looking back at Sateen, Satsunyan continued, “You too, Sateen. Do you promise to behave?” “...Okay.” Sateen said, trying to look away. “Splendid!” Satsunyan clapped her hands, turning her attention over to the others. “You three follow me! I’ll help you get into your uniforms!”
“Uniforms? We just got here though!” Meiling asked.
“The sooner the better as they always say!”
Satsunyan pushed the three into the staff room. The Staff room was small, lined up with lockers for the girls to use and also a break area to relax at. The three were confused as to what’s going on while Satsunyan went over and rolled out a bunch of maid outfits.
“Okay girls! The challenge is quite simple: You’re all going to help me run my little cafe for the day by helping serve the customers, make the food, and give out your best smiles! If you do well, then you complete the challenge!” Satsunyan said. “But first, uniforms. I have a bunch of maid outfits, feel free to wear whatever you please!” “Ooh, dibs!” shouted Mary as she grabbed a uniform, rushing into the dressing room. “Well,” sighed Meiling, “I guess I’ll take this one. At least it won’t be too embarrassing.” She grabbed a qipao and followed after Mary. “Um…” hesitated Sumireko. Looking through the assorted clothing, she felt her face heating up as she kept finding maid uniforms that contributed to specific preferences, with some of the uniforms being the type she knew for a fact belonged in an entirely different kind of shop. “What’s wrong? Can’t decide?” Satsunyan asked. “Here, how about this one right here?” She said, pulling one outfit out in particular. “Is… is there any chance I can put on the cat ears headband and tail clip?” squeaked Sumireko, trying not to faint.
“...” With her cat-like eyes, Satsunyan glared deep into Sumireko, an intimidating glare that sent shivers through her as though she was in a tundra. She didn’t even say anything but one look at her eyes made her realize what may happen if she didn’t comply.
“Gotta be obedient, Sumireko…Unless…”
Noticing something in the corner of her eye, Sumireko grabbed it and exclaimed, “Oh, I’ll wear this one!” She internally cried in relief, having found a normal maid outfit.
“Not bad, not bad. Now, let’s see if you can do your tasks and be charming enough for the customers!”
“This isn’t too bad,” commented Meiling as she left the dressing room, wearing the qipao she selected earlier. “Though it’s a bit of a shame that the colors clash pretty badly with each other.”
“Oh, that’s alright. I’m sure you will do fine!” Satsunyan said. “Now, how about the other girl?”
Mary stepped out of her dressing room. What she wore shocked the others, including Satsunyan. It was a Victorian Era Style Maid outfit. But it was designed with the chest especially in mind, considering the amount of cleavage that was shown. Even though anything genuinely inappropriate was entirely covered, it was still revealing enough that Mary would have been arrested for indecent exposure.
“I almost want to keep this!” Mary said, puffing out her chest. Everyone couldn’t help but stare, their gazes following a certain set as they tried to break free from their restraints.
“Delightfully spicy, I must add.”
“Wow…She’s bigger than me. I’m kinda envious.” Meiling thought.
“How can a sentient blade have so much…mass?” Sumireko thought.
“Oh, and it really compliments my legs!” cheered the blade, lifting up the dress to reveal her stockings, which were held up by garterbelts. “Burn it into your memories,” she boasted. “I’ll have you know that the modern day equivalent of seeing a girl’s ankles back then would be a girl showing off her-”
“Goodness gracious!”
“That’s it, I’m abusing my power to make things move on a bit!”
—
Sateen and Satsuko were sitting over at one of the tables, both of them minding their own business. Satsuko was petting one of the friendlier cats while Sateen was writing something down on a piece of paper; A poem of sorts.
“A beautiful girl… Her hair short but so pretty… And some nice glasses.” Sateen said to himself while writing. He took the paper, looking at it before crumpling it up and placing it next to the other balls of paper on the table. “No no no. That’s not good either. I need to come up with a better poem to express myself and my thoughts!”
“Maybe you should try a different kind of poem.” Satsuko said. “Like a limerick, a sonnet, or even an elegy.”
“An elegy? How do you know what an elegy is?”
“...I don’t know actually. What do you think, Ms. Fluffles?” He asked the cat on his lap.
“Ms. Fluffles? Why name her that when Dimitri of the Seventh Pit of Hell is a much better name?”
Their conversation got interrupted followed by the sound of the staff door slamming open.
“Hey you pervs, business is open and we are ready to take your orders!” whooped Mary as she kicked the door open, leg raised high.
The mannequin-like customers who were inside the cafe cheered upon witnessing the newcomer maids. Satsuko and Sateen watched them come out one by one. First it was Mary wearing her risque cat maid outfit, then Meiling with her Chinese-Dress inspired cat maid outfit, and finally Sumireko, wearing a fairly normal outfit, but Sateen particularly was delighted seeing her in a cat maid outfit regardless. “To think her beauty is so magnificent she can make even the simplest clothing seem elegant,” he whispered. “Oh, I should write that down.” He said, taking another paper and started writing yet another poem.
Satsunyan came out, telling each of the girls what to do. “Okay, listen up. I’ll be in charge of making all the delicious foods and beverages. You three are in charge of servicing the customers. You don’t need to do anything specific, but do your best in making their days a little more special!”
Raising a hand, Mary asked, “Is this a contest? Because I already know how to win.” She flashed a knowing smile at Sumireko and Meiling, both of them blushing as they realized what she meant.
“Hm, a contest wouldn’t hurt. I always love to see some fiery competition. And I have a certain item for the fortunate winner if that happens…you might want it.”
Sumireko and Meiling looked at each other. “You and I, let’s do our best in showing that Tsukumogami.” Meiling said.
Sumireko nodded in agreement. “Let’s do this!” She said with her newfound confidence.
“Well glad to see you three are eager about this! Let the challenge begin!” Satsunyan said.
The day went and began for the little cat cafe. Customers began to come in little by little, usually by themselves or in groups. Satsunyan took care of all the foods while the others handled taking the orders and providing the service.
Sumireko, though a little hesitant at first, walked up to one table to take their order. The two mannequin customers looked at her with their blank faces.
“Um… W-Welcome to Satsunyan’s Cat Cafe.” Sumireko said, shaking a little. “Would you like to try our Nyan Nyan Peach Drink?” She said, blushing hard.
“...”
The mannequin statues stared at her, and she became nervous, worried she did something wrong. She worried that she didn’t say it right, or they weren’t interested in someone like her. But that quickly changed when both of them started squealing with delight.
“Kawaii!!! A Neko Girl with Glasses!” One of them said in a strange voice.
“Kya!!! Her shy attitude is sugoi!” The other said.
Sumireko stared in confusion and slight embarrassment, but for the most part she was doing something right.
Over at another part of the store. Meiling was already bringing out one of the orders for one table. “Okay, I got two Cat’s Paw Cinnamon Rolls, three Whisker Cream Sundaes, a purrrrlicious choco cake, and a fresh hot blend of Black Cat Tea.”
The customers were impressed, seeing Meiling balancing everything she was carrying above her head with perfect balance. She easily took all the dishes and placed them on the table at quick speeds, then using the kettle containing the tea she poured it elegantly into the cups of the customers from a certain height.
“Uuuoooohhh! Strong arms and showing off her toned thighs!” cried a mannequin.
Meiling smiled to herself, a glimmer of praise filled her from all the attention she got. “Hehe, it’s not everyday I get to show off my skills like this.” She thought to herself. “Sometimes I wished I kept my position as a maid back before Sakuya moved in with us.”
Sumireko and Meiling kept it up with their jobs, using their own skills and knowledge to make the customers’ day. But even with their combined effort, the attention they drew was drawn away by the third maid in the store. A loud cheering of several customers over by one area, as though a crowd had been drawn by whoever was over there.
“Wait, are those all the other customers?” Sumireko said. “What are they all looking at?”
“I think I know who.” Meiling said.
Mary was the center of attention for the moment, surrounded by several customers. She wasn’t writing down orders, nor was she bringing in dishes. But she was showing off her body in a very ecchi manner.
Glancing over at Mary, Sumireko choked on her spit. Despite having teamed up with Meiling for their little impromptu contest, the Tsukumogami was playing much dirtier than either of them had expected. “What the…” she gasped, “I thought she’d let the customers get an occasional peek, not do… that! Is she trying to compete with hardcore anime fanservice?”
Over at their table, Sateen and Satsuko continued to mind their own business, with Sateen STILL rewriting his poem yet again and Satsuko playing with a different cat. “No, that won’t do.” muttered the chuunibyou. “What else can I-” He looked up and saw Mary, and his face erupted into a massive blush before he covered his eyes. “Oh my,” said Satsunyan as she walked over to the boys with a plate of cookies. “I see you noticed what Mary is doing. Be a good boy and stay calm, okay?” She set the cookies down and leaned in closer to Sateen. “If you’re having trouble, you can talk to Big Bro Satsunyan and I’ll help, okay?” she whispered into his ear, blowing into it playfully. “Thanks,” squeaked Sateen, quickly pulling away. And then he registered what was said. “Wait, big bro?”
“Yep!” answered the catgirl(?). “Big Bro Satsunyan!”
“You… you’re a boy?” Sateen asked, a feeling of dread creeping up his spine.
“Yeppers!” Satsunyan chirped, nodding enthusiastically. “Got a ‘cat toy’ like any other guy. But unlike a cat’s, mine doesn’t have barbs!” He made a cutesy catlike pose, winked, and stuck his tongue out playfully, fully aware that he may have ruined cats for many people.
Nearby, Sumireko nearly tripped. Looking over, she bewilderedly raised a finger and pointed. “B-b-but… B-bo-boo-boobs!” she exclaimed.
Reaching into his unbuttoned maid uniform, Satsunyan pulled out a bra and removed a few bra pads from them. “Oh, I use these!” Holding it out to the group, he asked, “Wanna take a look?” Meiling instinctively rushed over and covered Satsuko’s eyes, while Mary grabbed the offered items and started inspecting them while occasionally glancing back down at her own cleavage, ignoring how the customers wolf-whistled at the scene.
Sateen took a deep breath, forcing a smile onto his face. He got up and went outside, standing in front of the fountain next to the café. He reached into his cloak, pulling out an MP3 player. Turning it on and scrolling through the playlist, he selected a certain song and pressed the play button.
A few seconds later, the MP3 played the selected song. “Yureta yuganda sekai ni dan dan boku wa-”
Falling to his knees, Sateen looked up to the sky and let out a heart-rending cry. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Tears trickled down his face from his eyes, which were hidden by his hair.
Watching in concern, Meiling asked, “Should we go see if he’s okay?”
“He’ll be fine… probably.”
“No. He just got reality checked, he can deal with it.”
Clapping his hands, Satsunyan replied, “Nope, worry about him later. It’s rush hour!” He went back into the kitchen, making more meals in preparation. Calling out from the kitchen, he added, “If you need an extra speed boost, use the roller skates!”
Surprised, Sumireko exclaimed, “Roller skates? Food places where the workers used roller skates went out of style like sixty years ago!!” Nonetheless, she quickly put on the skates, awkwardly navigating the cafe to continue taking and delivering orders.
“An Apple-Cinnamon pie for table eight! A Strawberry Milkshake for table twelve! A Layer Cake for table six!” Satsunyan called out as the order forms arrived in the kitchen. The maids quickly took the pending orders and delivered them, while the recently made ones were sent to the kitchen. Sumireko panted in exertion as she tried to avoid crashing, Meiling elegantly twirled on her skates while pouring tea and serving meals, and Mary… continued to try to outdo hardcore anime fanservice.
As time passed, the girls became more accustomed to the work, and their work efficiency increased significantly. Sumireko smiled as she finished serving another table.
“Try using your psychic powers a little to speed things up. It should help.”
“But wouldn’t that be cheating?” muttered Sumireko.
“And Mary flaunting her body isn’t?”
“But she isn’t using her powers to do it,” reasoned the esper.
“Not like she has useful skills for this right task anyways. Don’t worry, nothing too bad should happen if you use them at your own discretion. Besides, isn’t Meiling using her useful skills to show off?”
“But she isn’t using her powers either,” insisted Sumireko.
“If them using something you don’t have isn’t cheating, then you using something they don’t have isn’t cheating either.” “Agree, and like I said, you don’t need to do anything spectacular with them, just use them subtly.” “Oh, very well.” Sumireko said. With her powers, she was able to start bringing orders directly from the counter right when Satsunyan finished making them. The dishes floated across the store, inducing awe in the customers who didn’t know better.
“Look at that! The Cute Neko Glasses Maid is making the dishes fly right to us! She’s not just a normal neko girl, she’s a magical neko girl!!!”
“Very well done. Now keep yourself focused, the rhythm is about to slow down from here.”
A round of cheers erupted, nearly breaking Sumireko’s concentration. “What was that?” she wondered.
She looked back over, and lo and behold it was Mary. The only difference was she was no longer a cat maid… Just a cat. A Sphynx Cat one might describe her as due to the apparent lack of-
“Good thing I censored Mary just in time,” the second voice sighed. “How did she break free from the script and become this unhinged? She was only supposed to act flirty with the customers, not try to bring fanservice to new levels!”
“Because she can. Now…how are the other mind pieces doing in the backburner?”
Sumireko tuned out the voices, focusing on passing the challenge. She briefly nodded to Meiling, who was starting to feel the exhaustion of working nonstop for several hours.
“Keep going, gatekeeper, the rush hour is almost over! I don’t think you would want to give out the prize after the challenge!” “...Then I’ll just have to push myself harder.” Meiling said. Taking a deep breath in, and closing her eyes, she steeled her nerves, a moment passed while she focused on her energy before she opened them right back up with a new flourishing sense of motivation.
“And as for you Mary, stop fooling around and focus on your work, damn it! Aren’t you a shiv crafted by one of Japan’s most famous blacksmiths?!?”
“But I am,” purred Mary as she pulled her dress back up. “I’m drawing in customers.”
“That’s not how it works, butter knife! Now focus on the things that really matter, this isn’t a strip club!!!” Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Mary grumbled, but returned to her duties.
After some more time, the customers cleared out. Clapping his hands, Satsunyan announced, “Alright, work’s over!” The three girls sighed in relief, collapsing into nearby seats. Looking through the list, the cat boy said, “Okay, listen up. I know you had a mini-contest to see who did the best, so I kept track of who contributed the most to the cafe.” The girls perked up, listening with rapt attention.
“In first place is Mary. She made the most money, bu-” Satsunyan was cut off as Mary cheered with joy. “However,” he continued, “most of the money she made will have to be confiscated to clean and repair the uniform she has been provided. Getting those stains out won’t be easy, you know.” The Tsukumogami's celebration ended, and she fell to the floor in depression.
“So, the one who takes up the first spot is…Sumireko! Your shy attitude really made you popular, and doing that telekinesis trick to move orders gave a boost to that popularity.”
“The new second place is…Meiling! That was a really clean and smooth job, but showing off your strength, balance, and lovely legs wasn’t exactly the most popular among the customers. In fact, it was pretty niche. But still, good job!” “And because you’ve successfully completed my endurance challenge…Here’s your reward!!!” Satsunyan reached into the cleavage area of his maid uniform and pulled out a key.
The key glowed a little, jumping out of Satsunyan’s hand and flying right over to Satsuko instead, adding to the other key which the group already had. The two keys twirled around with each other before a ring formed, linking the two keys together side by side. And then it was followed by more victory music.
“Congratulations! You acquired your second key! You’re now halfway done with your quest!”
“Now, as I’ve promised…here it is a small reward for you, Sumireko.” *snap*
A little item appeared in front of Sumireko. A silver heart-shaped locket floated in front of her face, gently resting down in her hands. She held the locket, opening it up to see a picture that she didn’t expect to see: Her and her sister when they were both young. “It is always good to remember the people that keep you determined to push forward. She would have been so happy you found a new person to share your memories with. After all, people can go away, but the memories and emotions don't. Keep them close to your heart when you feel hopeless. She will bring you back up on your feet.” Sumireko smiled faintly before putting on the locket. Taking a deep breath, she got up and groaned, “Well, I’m pooped. Doing all that work with both my mind and body really takes up a lot of energy.”
“I wouldn’t say I’m exhausted, but I could use some rest too,” said Meiling. “As a master of qi, I have far more stamina than most, but that was pretty hard work even for me.”
“Wusses,” taunted Mary. “I’m a tsukumogami, so I’m totally fine, since I have tons of energy stored up over the centuries.” Stretching, she added, “But that doesn’t mean I only rest when I need to.”
“Hm…Well, since you three had brought so much attention to my store, I’ll let you all stay for the night, free of charge!” Satsunyan said.
“Stay for the night? What are you saying?” Sumireko asked.
Satsunyan clapped his hands again. From the ceiling, a stair ladder dropped down. Everyone was confused. He guided everyone up into the floor above, being presented with a completely different sight compared to the cafe.
The walls were made of a fancy wooden pattern, the floor was a nice shade of green, and there was a feeling of standing inside of luxury that made it all the more appealing.
“Welcome to Lucky Cat Hotel!” Satsunyan said. “A little place where you can all rest up and get your energy back! We offer rooms you can sleep in, services ranging from food to massages, and don’t forget our luxurious jacuzzi!” He said.
“Woah… This is amazing!!!” Meiling said.
Whistling, Mary exclaimed, “Damn! If we get Satsu back and Satsuland is still here, we should see if we can still come to this place.”
“Don’t count on it. The most probable scenario is that all of this mindscape will become one in specific. But that doesn’t mean the others won’t have their little corner on it.”
“But wait…We can’t rest now. What about Satsujin, or the others?” Sumireko asked.
“Ah, don’t worry. One hour in here is only a few minutes out there, you’ll be okay.”
“We COULD make it slower, but it won’t do any good for your mental age and physical age to be too different.”
“Oh…”
With that in mind, the group decided that rest was now an option. Satsunyan showed everyone to their respective rooms. Sumireko and Meiling took one room, Mary and Satsuko took another, and Sateen was forced to share a room with Satsunyan.
And eventually, their small rest turned into a night’s worth of sleep.
—
Satsujin gasped as he woke up. Scrambling to his feet, he looked around urgently, realizing that he could see. “So I’m still in my mind, huh?” he muttered. Getting up, he looked around the room, looking for clues to where he was. Walking up to the window, he glanced outside, only to see what looked like some sort of large village. He checked if the window was the type that could be opened, but frowned when he realized it wasn’t. “Guess I’ll check the door then.”
Walking over, he came to a half when he saw not one, but two doors in front of him. One was in near-perfect condition, while the other was battered, as though someone had tried and failed to break through it. Going up to the doors, he tried to open them, only for the doorknobs to not move. Banging on them, he shouted, “Hello? Is anyone there?” There was no response. Satsujin was about to try again when he heard it.
Raspy breathing could be heard from the doors. Between them, the bricks dissipated, revealing a set of eyes. One eye was gold, while the other was silver. A deep voice growled, “Origin… stay here… me… keep you… safe…” The bricks returned, hiding the eyes once more.
Satsujin shook his head. “I can’t stay here,” he muttered to himself. “I have to go back.”
“Pick one. Time is running up.”
“Huh? Who’s that? Show yourself!”
“Leave the questions for later. Right now you have to find a way out of this place and reunite with your friends.”
An audible clicking was heard, and the doorknobs twitched slightly. Satsujin realized that the doors were unlocked. While he somehow knew that the mysterious figure wanting him to stay was telling the truth, he also knew that he couldn’t stay no matter what. He needed to leave and get back to the others. \Pick. One.\**
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April 11, 2016 Raw
SEGMENT 1: RAW SET/CATHY KELLEY, ZACK RYDER, THE MIZ
Cathy Kelley stands in front of the Raw interview set. Cathy Kelley - Ladies and Gentleman I am standing here with Intercontinental Champion, Zack Ryder Zack Ryder walks up to Cathy. Zack Ryder - Thanks for having me Cathy. Cathy Kelley - Zack tonight you will be tagging with Sami Zayn facing off against Kevin Owens and his partner Stardust. How do you feel being put into the middle of Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens heated rivalry? Zack Ryder - Well Cathy I just want to make things clear to Owens. I did not ask for help from Sami Zayn nor did I ask for Sami too…. The Miz walks in and takes the mic away. Miz - Hold on Zack you don't have to answer to anything. What you did is take advantage of a situation like a true champion would. It's not your fault that Kevin Owens is a no good back stabbing sob. And Owens know this. Zack could take you on tonight. On SmackDown. Any day of the week pal, so quit your complaining…. Zack Ryder - Whoa..whoa. what are you doing? Miz - What do you mean? Zack Ryder - This.. why are you here. Miz - Zack you are the Intercontinental Champion. And like all great champions they had great managers. Take for instance one of your favorites, Macho Man Randy Savage, he wouldn't of been such a great champion if it weren't for his amazing manager. Zack Ryder - ….. Miss Elizabeth? Miz - What no Zack…The Mouth of the South. Jimmy Hart! Zack Rdyer - Didn't Jimmy only manage wrestlers against Macho Man? Miz - That's not the point Zack. The point is you have the best story in the WWE and tonight you will prove once again why you are the Intercontinental Champion. And as for Dolp Ziggler. I'll show him what happens when he tries to blind side the Intercontinental Champion. You face me tonight. And I'll make sure you never touch the champ again. Alright Zack, let's go talk strategy for tonight. Miz walks off. Zack shrugs his shoulders. Zack Ryder - Thanks Cathy. Zack walks off.
SEGMENT 2: DOLPH ZIGGLER V. THE MIZ
The finish of the match sees Miz going to perform the skull crushing finally but Dolph reverses it as he slips out of The Miz grip. As Miz goes forward Dolph grabs him from behind and performs the ZigZag for the 1 2 3. Dolph asks for the ref to raise his hand. As Dolph goes to leave the ring he stops and looks at The Miz laying in pain as the red checks on him. Dolph runs back and pushes the ref off The Miz and begins beating down on The Miz. Zack Ryder runs out to stop the attack. Dolph rolls out of the ring as Zack slides in. Miz rolls to Zack in pain. Zack watches Dolph wall off up the ramp again.
SEGMENT 3:STARDUST/ KEVIN OWENS V. SAMI ZAYN/ZACK RYDER
Zack Ryder music and entrance. Behind him The Miz walks with him with a neck brace on, over exaggerating his injuries from Dolph Ziggler's attack. Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens start the match. They stand fave to face yelling at each other until they break out into a brawl. They end up out of the ring and go through the crowd into the arena halls. The ref isn't sure what to do as Zack and Stardust stand on opposite ring aprons. The ref calls over the ring announcer. The ring announcer says the ref has changed the match to a singles match. Zack and Stardust enter the ring. The Miz walks to the announcer and grabs the mic. The Miz - Oh no no no. Not like this. This is the Intercontinental Champion. He is the man of the people and I think the people know what they want. They want to see Zack put the title on the line like the true fighting champion he is right!? The crowd chant yes as Zack looks confused but also up for the challenge. Zack shakes his head yes to the ref. The ref goes to tell the announcer who makes it officially a title match.
SEGMENT 4: STARDUST V. ZACK RYDER(c) INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP
The finish of the match sees Stardust go for the Disaster kick but the Miz pulls on the middle rope causing stardust to fall. Zack Ryder has his back turned. As Stardust yells at Miz he turns to a waiting Zack Ryder who delivers his Rough Ryder for the 1 2 3. The Miz grabs the Intercontinental Championship and places it around Zacks waist and raises his hand. The Miz still sells his injured neck as he helped raise Zacks arm as he cringes in pain.

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Think of all the genres of film, that if you were writing them now (where the setting is "now") would be tough, couldn't be remade easily. Flicks like Jaws, Friday the 13th, Marathon Man, Predator, even like The Firm etc, all would be difficult to pull off, completely different in the land where the cell phone is ubiquitous.
I mean any movie where there is a need for emergency services, or the action revolves around travel to get to another person needs to account for why not just call, SMS, look-up, cry havoc, whatever.
Motherless Brooklyn takes place in the 50's - the book isn't a period piece. Is this one of the reasons why?
Do we need a whole new set of cinema signifiers to account for this?

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Aadi Engineering Works provides top-class bike repair services. We aim to enhance the performance of your motorcycle, making each ride safe and trouble-free.
No matter what brand of two-wheeler you own, we can handle all types of maintenance and restoration your bike may need. Our all-in-all repairing services range from replacing spare parts (with OEM parts) to top-up brake oil, battery check-ups, and so on. The client’s convenience is our top priority. Our goal is to bestow a hassle-free experience with your two-wheeler maintenance. To ease your problem, we have introduced a pick-up and drop service. We pick up your run-down vehicle from your preferred spot and drop it at your doorstep once the issue is completely fixed.
:-Why Choose Us
⦁ Get in touch with us whenever you are stuck with your two-wheeler. Our expert mechanics are here to help get you on the road in no time.
⦁ On-spot Repair
⦁ Get your two-wheeler repaired at any place of your convenience
⦁ Reasonable Price
⦁ We provide services at affordable prices compared to others in the market
⦁ Genuine Parts
⦁ We use OEM parts to ensure longevity and give you the best service
⦁ Quick Response
⦁ Most of the vehicles get damaged just because of maintenance neglect you take
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⦁ Our Working Process
⦁ Schedule a Service
⦁ Call us whenever you need help with your two-wheeler to book a service.
⦁ Doorstep Pick up
⦁ One of our mechanics will reach your location to pick up the bike.
⦁ Fixing the Issue
⦁ Our experience mechanic will fix the problems in your bike, making it in the showroom condition.
⦁ Delivery
⦁ Get your vehicle in fully operational condition at your doorstep.
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