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When the sorcerer found the dragon, it was attacking a grape.

This was only possible because the dragon was not much larger than a grape itself, but she still had to do a double take to be sure the object it was fighting with such animosity was in fact inanimate.

She crouched so that her eyes were level with the top of the table and squinted at it. The dragon sank its tiny fangs into the grape’s skin and gave a great tug, succeeding only in throwing it and the grape into a backwards tumble. The tiny green reptile rolled to a stop with its whole body wrapped around the grape and shook its head ferociously, managing to pull its teeth out but also launching the grape across the table. It gave a mighty roar of anger (about as loud as a human clearing their throat) and stalked after it, tail swishing dangerously.

“Do you need help?” she offered.

The dragon froze mid-prowl and whipped its head around to look at her, looking so offended she almost apologized for asking.

“I mean, I could peel it for you, if that’s the problem.” She wasn’t sure it was getting the message. One could never tell how much human language these little creatures picked up by hanging around the magic labs. Some understood only such essentials as “scat!” or “oh fuck, that sure did just explode”, while others could hold entire conversations — if they deigned to interact.

This one looked like it was deciding whether she was worthy. Finally, it sniffed daintily and flicked its tail, scales clacking together. “Little monster is my prey, and you can’t have it. Found it first. Will devour it!”

“Oh, sure,” she agreed. “But you know it’s a grape, right?”

This was the wrong thing to say. It glared at her and then bounded away to the other end of the table, where it slithered up to the grape and pounced on it.

Grape and dragon promptly rolled off the edge of the table.

The sorcerer quickly went around to that side, alarmed that it would be stepped on. The labs were bustling with shoppers stopping by to watch demonstrations this time of day, and a small dragon wouldn’t be easily visible on the blue and green tiled floor.

“Horrible! Dirty!” The tiny dragon was screeching at the top of its lungs, holding onto its prey for dear life. It would have been hard to hear anyway, with all the noise of the labs, but with the sorcerer’s diminished hearing it took several seconds to locate the screaming creature.

She scanned the pattern of the tiles for it and sighed. “Oh, hold on, we mopped this morning.” She cupped her hands around it and deposited it into her skirt pocket, an indignity the dragon endured only with more screaming.

“An outrage! Put me down!”

“Shh,” she advised. Lab workers were strongly discouraged from bringing creatures into the back rooms, which was where she was heading, picking her way through the crowded front lab.

“Fuck pockets!” her pocket responded.

“Oh, you can curse. Wonderful.”

The dragon seemed to take this as an actual compliment. “Am multitalented. Can also compose poetry.”

“Really? Can I hear some?”

“No. For dragon ears only.” It sounded viciously pleased to hold this over her head. The bulge in her pocket rearranged itself, and she thought it might be trying to gnaw on the grape.

She felt herself smiling even as she tried to squash her mouth into a straight line. She liked this little bad-tempered thing, even though its spiky feet were digging into her thigh.

In the much quieter kitchen of the back rooms behind the lab, she transferred the wriggling, scaly handful from her pocket to the table. The dragon hissed out a few more insults as it got up and straightened itself out, but its jaw fell open when it finally took in its surroundings. She’d set it down next to the fruit bowl.

“There you go. Food mountain.”

The dragon’s shock didn’t last long. Abandoning the grape, it scraped and scrabbled its way up the side of the bowl and from there onto an apple, its claws leaving tiny puncture marks as it hiked to the top of the arrangement. “Food mountain!” It repeated, its gleeful crowing much clearer and almost sing-song without having to compete with the noise of the crowd.

She watched it turn in a circle, surveying the feast. “But… cannot eat it all,” it observed after a while, crestfallen. “Human-sized. Big shame.”

“Don’t you have nest-mates who can help you with it?” she asked. She had assumed not, from the way it had apparently been foraging for food on its own, but she needed to be sure she’d found a loner.

“No nest. No mates. No nest-mates. You’re rude.” It flopped down ungracefully, wings spread out flat on the apple like it was trying to hug the entire much-larger fruit.

She gave it a moment to be dramatic, and then offered it the grape, minus the peel. “You seem to have a good grasp on human-speak.”

It grabbed the grape without so much as a thank you. “Yes. Have composed poetry in both Dragonese and Humanese. Not for humans to hear, though.” Bragging cheered it up a little.

“You mentioned. I can’t hear very well, anyway.” She pulled up a stool and sat down. “Actually, I’ve been looking for a helper.”

“An assistant,” it said, apparently showing off its Humanese. “An attendant. An aid.”

She watched it bury its snout in the grape, juice dribbling down onto the apple it sat on. “Yes. A hearing aid. How would you feel about having a job?”

It smiled craftily. “Would feel positively, if job comes with chocolate chips.”

“It could,” she said, grinning. She had some friends who employed bird-sized dragons as messengers, but this was the first time she’d heard of one negotiating its salary for itself. “It certainly could. What’s your name?”

“Peep,” said Peep. “It is self-explanatory.”

“Don’t worry, I got it.”

Peep expressed its doubt that humans ever got anything, but she thought the tiny, prickly creature might be warming up to her.

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Story 215: Cultural Exchange

The human steps onto the station from her shuttle, and walks into the scanner.  It flashes - no weapons.  I pity her, though there’s nothing I can do for her.  By tomorrow she will be a slave the same as me; the Gaunvans collect ambassadors like trophies.
“Hello there!  Amanda Thorn, ambassador for the Empire of Humanity.  You’re a Ixian, correct?”
Mimicking human body language, I nod my head.  "That’s correct.  Ix Malasan.  It is an honor to meet you.“
She smiles, reminding me again that she has somehow modified herself to breathe atmosphere suited to the Gaunvans rather than wear a respirator like myself.  Other than that she appears to be a standard human, something I am led to believe is less and less common as they pursue the bizarre compulsion humans have to alter their bodies.  Changing hair color, adding pigments to their skins in patterns and pictures, growing long tails or ears that mimic other species from their planet.  No other known species tampers with their bodies like this.
“Not to be undiplomatic, she says, "but the Gaunvans enslaved your people.  Why are you here?”
“We… reached a mutually beneficial agreement.  We would have lost in combat and been eliminated, so we chose to preserve what we could of our culture.  The Gaunvans are not naturally skilled at diplomacy, so they bring me along to assist and to show that peace can be made.”
She nods.  "Understood.  I can respect that choice.  How much freedom do you have, personally?“
Smart of her, to start planning for her future. "A fair amount.  I have free reign on the ship when we are in transit.  At the homeworld I have reasonably comfortable quarters.”
“Have you ever met the Empress, or…?”
“Oh, no.  No, while on the homeworld I am confined to my chambers - but they’re quite spacious.”
“Shame.  Okay, plan ‘A’ then.  Let’s get this over with.”

Despite my attempt at encouraging diplomacy, the Gaunvan commander starts with threats.  I don’t know why I bother.  He looms over the human, chitinous plates almost black in the dim light.  His pod of six is posted around the room, for show more than for actual security since she followed orders and came alone and unarmed.  "Failure to surrender will bring the full wrath of our army upon you.  Humanity will be crushed, and wiped from the universe.“
To her credit, she looks very calm.  "We live in a post-scarcity society.  Bloody conquest just seems silly, doesn’t it?”
“It is for the glory of Gaun!”
“Well, I’m not prepared to get into a religious debate with you,” she says, “since I doubt there’s anything I can do to change your mind.  Since you’re committed to this course of action, what are you willing to offer if we surrender?”
Now he goes back on script.  Maybe I am getting through to him a little?  He talks about the benefits of being enslaved, mainly the protections for up to twelve designated culturally historical sites.  They’ve been mostly good on their word on my homeworld, though they did use the area just outside of the Hahhn Memorial as a waste dump.

She nods as she listens.  There was a part of me that was worried she would argue, because the humans are somewhat childlike.  They don’t understand the horrors of war.  Certainly they fought in the past, but the last time they had to battle was more than two of their generations ago, so these ones have all grown up coddled and soft.  They play games with each other instead, silly competitions.  They make art, and play pretend, and alter their bodies for fun.  They don’t have weapons anymore, and wouldn’t know how to use them if they did.
“Well then,” ambassador Thorn says, “this is about what I expected.  On behalf of humanity, I would like to formally reject this offer.”
Oh no.  Foolish humans.  The galaxy will miss your innocence.  The commander makes an excited clicking noise, looking forward to combat.  He reaches a blade-tipped hand towards ambassador Thorn, but hesitates as every device in the room bleats out an alert - we’ve all lost communications with the outside.

Like one of the dances humans do, she gracefully pivots around while taking his hand.  She ends up close to him and places her other arm against his thorax, then… oh gods. Gods, what… she’s ripped his arm off.  It’s not possible.  The commander is clearly thinking the same thing, staring in mute shock at his dripping limb.
“I’d like to extend a counter-offer,” she says, and flips the arm around before jamming the bladed end into his neck.  The warriors around the room are fidgeting, uncertain.  They haven’t been told to attack, and don’t want to dishonor their commander by intervening in a fight with such a small creature.  She’s still holding the commander’s severed arm in his neck, but she rotates and heaves, lifting him off the ground with it for a moment… and then his head pops off, landing squarely on the conference table.  She allows the corpse to slide to the ground, and straightens her clothes as if they aren’t covered in ichor.

I don’t understand.

The warriors, now with no orders at all, finally act.  She smiles as they come for her, I suppose because she has done her duty to send this powerful message of resistance.  She can die in peace.  Or… no… She’s killing them.  She’s smiling because this is fun for her.  Though they’re partly killing themselves; if there had been two of them, prepared, strategic, they might have prevailed.  Watching six panicked fighters get in each other’s way while trying to stop a smaller, faster, and somehow impossibly stronger foe is almost hypnotic.  At least one is killed by the stab of a friendly lance due to pure confusion.  It’s over faster than I would have thought possible, severed limbs strewn across the room.  I’ve got some fluids splashed across my clothing.  Only one yet lives, and he is retreating.  She seems to be allowing it.

She follows behind, holding a lance.  The wounded and scared warrior scurries down the hallway towards his ship, looking back behind him as he goes.  She’s just… walking.  Calm.  And for some reason I’m following.  The last Gaunvan reaches the airlock and the second he enters his code she throws the lance - throws it! - and spears him.
“Come on, we’re stealing their ship.”  She says it like this is the most normal thing in the world.
“There are thousands more on board!  Thousands!  Almost all warrior caste!”
She smiles again, and keeps walking.  I see errors on the screens that we pass, messages indicating communications have been lost.  They can’t tell anyone what is happening here.  Even the communicators within the ship are on nodes rather than being wired, so the warriors at one end of the vessel won’t be able to coordinate with the other end.  Do they even know they’ve been boarded?
“How?”

We enter the bridge after she kills a handful of other guards with ease.  They’re too shocked by her presence to act in time.  Once the door are sealed and she is working on the control systems she starts talking to me again.
“Well, you know, we do like to be prepared.”
“But you… you ripped his arm off.”
“Yeah, that was super satisfying.”  She looks at me appraisingly.  "Oh, come on.  Is it really that surprising?  You knew we were into changing ourselves, right?  Being strong enough to pop an overgrown bug’s forelimb off isn’t rocket science.“
"Your people are so peaceful…”
“Oh, sure, most of them.  But we did that, too.  Tweaked ourselves over the years to decrease aggression and some of our tribalistic tendencies, increase empathy… all stuff that can be undone if needed.  Though for a good cause even the nicest of us can squish a bug or two.”
“You bond with Ry'ling devourers!”
“Those are the big fuzzy guys that look like cats, yeah?  Those guys are adorable!  But… look, liking some things that could kill us doesn’t mean we’ll sit back and get enslaved.  We didn’t put up with it well when we enslaved each other, and we certainly aren’t going to go for it now that we’re… finally… on the same page about slavery being unacceptable.  It was, uh, a longer time than we like to admit before the last hold-outs were convinced of that one.”

I can feel the ship un-dock.  We’re moving.  "What about all the warriors on board?  They’ll break through the doors eventually!“
"Not according to this control panel here.  Take a look.”
It says there’s no atmosphere in the rest of the ship.  Life signs are negative on all but two of the warriors, presumably the only ones that got to their suits in time.  She disabled all the safety measures, somehow.  She just killed… I check the life signs readout again to confirm the number… three thousand, six hundred, and fourteen soldiers.  Wait, how is it tracking that unless… “Are communications back up?”
“Yeah, I’m calling some friends.  The military is right around the corner, so to speak.”
“But Earth doesn’t have a standing military.”
She laughs.  Not just a little bit.  She’s actually doubled over for a moment, unable to catch her breath.  "Sweet Jeebus, you guys actually fell for that?  No standing military.  Have you read about us at all?“

Three ships appear seemingly out of nowhere, and one docks with the Gaunvan vessel.  Once the atmosphere is restored we head to the airlock to meet them, and I’m surprised by an entire platoon of Gaunvan warriors.  Speaking English.
"Okay boys, send your last goodbyes!  This is in all likelihood a one way mission.  Commander Thorn!  It is an honor to see you again, and might I say you look exquisite drenched in the blood of your enemies!”
She bows to him, blushing, and then salutes the Gaunvans.  Or… humans?  Can they change themselves this drastically?
“You’ve got two holed up in here somewhere.  Bridge is clear, have the techs bring the new brain on board.”
“New brain?”
She looks at me like she’s forgotten that I’m here, and then turns back to the others.  "Men, this is our new friend Ix Malasan who has just been liberated from his captivity.  He’s going to be helping with our intel.  Malasan, yeah, a new brain for the ship.  Once this vessel is cleaned up and back in service with a new crew we’ll be able to take it over whenever we want even if all of our boys get killed.  We cooked up a really sadistic AI for it.“
"But how do you know the protocols?  This was your first contact with the Gaunvans, they’ve never lost a ship anywhere near here!”
“No?  There wasn’t a mining colony disaster two years ago?”
“But that was just an accident… and you weren’t even involved in the war yet… and…”

The faux-Gaunvans have finished boarding.  The one that was talking to them before puts a bladed claw on ambassador - commander - Thorn’s shoulder.  "You coming with?“
"Naw.  Orders said I could only come if they allow ambassadors near extremely high value targets.  Malasan here says they don’t, so I need to wait for my next mission back on Earth.”
“It would have been nice having you with us, Thorn.  Well, maybe we’ll see each other again.  Suicide mission or not, I think I’ve decided to live through it.”
“Bold choice,” she says, and kisses him next to his lower mandibles.
He nods at me, then turns back to his men. “Okay everyone, we are now officially on the job.  And what is that job?”
In unison, they start chanting.

“FUCK! SHIT! UP!  FUCK! SHIT! UP!  FUCK! SHIT! UP!”

For a moment I nearly feel pity for the Gaunvans.  Nearly.  Commander Thorn leads me off of the ship, and I start thinking about what useful information I can provide the ‘harmless’ humans.  Fuck shit up, indeed.

Lost And Then Found — Ted E. Bear’s Grand Aquarium Adventure

Late one afternoon, Security Officers Sylvia and Kevin found a lost teddy bear belonging to a visiting school. After locating the owners, they took him on a tour of the Aquarium to pass the time before he could be returned. Here is the tale of Ted E Bear’s Grand Aquarium Adventure.

Don’t worry, don’t panic. This has happened before.

Yep—I’m just here by myself, alone on the floor.
I guess things aren’t fine, since no adieu was truly bid…
Oh my goodness, my gracious, just where is my kid?!

Maybe the teacher brought everyone back to the kelp?
Nope, nobody. OK, uh—yeah, I may need a little help.

Excuse me coral, apologies, I don’t mean to vent
But perhaps you know where exactly my kid went?

I guess I’ll just finish the visit on my own, that’s not so bad.
When you’re happy as a clam there’s no reason to be sad.

*Sniff* No, this really isn’t fun to be alone with the fish!
I want to find my kid! Please, I just have this simple wish!

- Hey little buddy! Aw—are you lost my dear?
- Yes! I can’t find my kid! I’m alone forever I fear!
- What’s your name? We’re Kevin and Sylvia and we care.
- Thank you so much for your help. My name’s Ted E. Bear.

- Not to worry, helping you get unlost is part of our job!
- Really? Oh wow, oh thank you—you’re most—oh *SOB!*

There there Mr. Bear we’ll find your kid, post haste!
Now let’s make sure your visit doesn’t go to waste!

- Check it out, I helped raise this little purple-striped jelly!
- Wow, it’s really beautiful—awesome job there Tommy!
- Want to give it a shot? I’ll bet you’re great at animal care.
- Wow, I don’t think I could—I’m just a little plush bear!

- Nonsense, you got this. Here’s a scraper—it’s all in the wrist!
- How’s that?
- Perfect! Look at you—you’re a budding jelly Aquarist!

- Whoa, what’s this class—I get to feed the fishes?!
- Yep! But to pass, you’ll need to wash the dishes!

- The control room is cool!
- You’re eating it up like a glutton!
- What’s this switch here?
- DON’T TOUCH THE RED BUTTON!

- Want to help us greet our guests—Jasmine needs an intern!
- Oh wow, a job at the Aquarium—it will be so much fun to learn!

Learn… Where do I remember hearing that word… SCHOOL!
My kid! I have to get back! But… working here would be so cool!

Oh me, oh my—I really want to help conserve the great blue sea!
And… being there for my kid is the way for me to fulfill my destiny!

- OK, let’s find my school—what assistance can I show?
- Oh, we already found them.
- Really, when?!
- About 8 hours ago.

- Well, then let’s get this show on the road!
Box me up, make sure I’m safe and stowed!
- Can do Ted E! We wish you the best on your journey!
Thanks for stopping by, say hello to your school family!

Dear Sylvia and Kevin, 
I made it back to class safe and sound.
The teachers were so happy to tell the kids I had been found.
Thanks for teaching me to find my dreams and in my heart carry ‘em.
Much love from your Beary-best friend, Ted- E, to the Monterey Bay Aquarium!

Thanks so much to Ms. Bizon’s class and the Sea Breeze School in Foster City for letting us host Ted E for the day—albeit accidentally! We hope to sea him again soon!

zadjatheifrit  asked:

What was it like getting your first gig as a director on a show like Ducktales, and what does it mean honestly to be a director?

Hey! Like doing anything for the first time I was in complete denial that I could direct and thought I was going to get fired everyday. After about two months I got into the groove of things and found out I really LIKE directing! The multitasking, the collaboration, apparently I’m into that shit. Unfortunately I had to leave DT early bc I was moving on to develop my own project full time. 

Your second question interests me a lot. Most people think a director for feature film and a director for TV do the same things. They don’t! I don’t know what it’s like to direct a film but here’s what my situation was like on Ducktales: I was one of 3 directors. I had a team of 3 (awesome and amazing) board artists that I was supervising; making sure their separate scenes flowed into one cohesive episode. My boss, the showrunner Matt Youngberg, basically does what I do on a macro scale. He supervises the directors and makes sure all the episodes flow into one cohesive series (plus attends an atrocious amount of meetings). I don’t write, though I may suggest changes if some problems arise. Luckily we have a super collaborative team where we have an open dialogue with the writers. I also spend a lot of time with editors figuring out the timing of everything. (That’s a part of the process I really love. If you’re thinking of directing start stock piling a music library! Your future self with thank you!) I do a million other tiny jobs but my main goal is making sure my episodes are fun.

Every director prioritizes different things and every show defines a director in a different way. Many shows have Assistant Directors. (Ducktales doesn’t.) Some shows don’t even have directors, they have storyboard supervisors, different name for the same job. Sometimes directors are also writers, sometimes they attend records, sometimes they board sometimes they don’t etc etc. But no matter where you are you always have the same goal: to make your episodes CLEAR and ENTERTAINING. Everything else is secondary. 

Career Astrology

Determining your possible career paths and the nature of your career is far more complex than simply looking at the sign on the Midheaven and planets in the 10th. Though these will have the strongest affect, planets aspecting the MC from different house and sign will also influence your career (the 2nd house will tell you how and what will ear. you money and the 6th describes the nature of your work environment and employees).

Here is a list of careers related to each sign and planet.

Signs

Aries/Mars

  • Army Officer
  • Butcher
  • Metal worker
  • Fire-fighter
  • Surgeon
  • Ambulance officer
  • Policeman
  • Racer
  • Test piolet
  • Sales person
  • Boss
  • Self - employed
  • Athlete
  • Boxer
  • Solider
  • Executive
  • Physical therapist
  • Mechanic
  • Gunner
  • Weapons

Nature of career: Independent/Leader/Single/Driven/Direct/Assertive/Passionate/Initiative/Aggressive/Competitive

Taurus/Venus

  • Baker
  • Chef
  • Restaurants/Cafe’s
  • Landscaper
  • Gardener
  • Farmer
  • Builder
  • Estate Agent
  • Singer/Vocalist
  • Jeweller
  • Artist
  • Body Artist
  • Craft-worker
  • Musician
  • Banker
  • Governmental employee
  • Administer
  • Investment broker
  • Financer
  • Office manager
  • Shop owner
  • Wine maker
  • Horticulturalist
  • Clothing/Fashion designer
  • Beautician

Nature of career: slow to materialise/Step by step/Stubborn in changing workplace/predictable and/or reliable routine or products/Endurance/Productivity/Thoroughness/Secure/Fixed

Gemini/Mercury

  • Writer/Author
  • Multi-takser
  • Journalism
  • Public speaker
  • Radio show host
  • Commentator
  • Broadcasting
  • Bookseller/Publisher
  • Magazine/Newspaper/Blog writer
  • Civil engenier
  • Sales representative/Salesman
  • Advertiser
  • Travel agent
  • TV product demonstrator
  • Communication or all forms
  • Mechanic
  • Personal assistent
  • Secretary
  • Show host
  • Entertainer
  • Postman
  • Teacher
  • Public transportation driver
  • Reporter
  • Comedian
  • Artificer/scribe
  • Translator
  • Librarian

Nature of career: Lots of communication involved (through speech, writing, text ect), changes career often/career ideas, structure or products changes often/Multiple career paths/Adaptable career/Superficiality is displayed in the career/Sociable/Witty/Inquisitive  

Cancer/Moon

  • Nursery Nurse
  • Nanny
  • Midwife
  • Nurse
  • Caterer
  • Chef
  • Cook
  • Home Designer
  • Interior Decorator
  • Interior Designer
  • Textile Design
  • Home wear Designer
  • Working from home
  • Family Business
  • Fisherman
  • Sailor
  • Antique Dealer
  • Museum Curator
  • Historian
  • Publican
  • Navy Officer
  • Defence Lawyer
  • Hotels/Hospitality

Nature of career: Nurturing/Women-Children-Babies is a core focus/Caring/Emotionally involved in the career/Vulnerable/Moody/Protective/Touchy/Sensitivity/Intuitive/Gentle

Leo/Sun

  • Actor
  • Leader
  • Enterainer
  • Dancer
  • Television Producer/Presenter
  • Fashion model
  • Celebrity
  • Window Dresser
  • Heating engineer
  • Judge
  • Youth Worker
  • Teacher
  • Working with gold
  • President
  • Managing Director
  • Play therapist
  • Leisure center manger
  • Cardio surgeon
  • Event Planner
  • Hairstylist
  • Radio Host

Nature of career: Get to show off/Leader/Proud/Enthusiasm/Generosity/Playfulness/Dignified/Bold

Virgo/Mercury

  • Health care
  • Dietitian
  • dental hygienist
  • Janitor/Maid/Cleaner
  • Pharmacist
  • Nurse
  • Nutritionist
  • Personal assistent
  • Accountant
  • Carpenter/Mechanic
  • Analytic
  • Proof Reader
  • Scientist
  • Critic
  • Librarian (along with gemini)
  • Data Processor
  • Management
  • Consultant
  • Yoga teacher
  • Doctor
  • Fitness Trainer
  • Vet
  • Secretary

Nature of career: Practical/Precise/Analytical/Clean and hygienic/Categorising/Service/Efficiency/Perfectionism

Libra/Venus

  • Beauty
  • Music
  • Art
  • Fashion
  • Lawyer
  • Aesthetics
  • Set/Graphic Designer
  • Beautician
  • Shopping assistant
  • Art Dealer
  • Anything in the music industry
  • Model
  • Judge
  • Diplomat
  • Welfare worker
  • Management consultant
  • Mediator
  • Dating agency
  • Negotiator
  • Business dealer

Nature of career: Balance/Equality/Harmony/Seeing both side to a situation/Diplomacy/Judgment/Adaption/Working with a partner (Husband/Wife/Business partner)/Superficiality

Scorpio/Pluto (Mars)

  • Doctor
  • Scientist
  • Psychologist
  • Detective
  • Criminal Investigator
  • Surveillance Operator
  • Private Investigator
  • Pathologist
  • Hospice Worker
  • Psychiatrist
  • Research worker
  • Hypnotherapist
  • Undertaker
  • Insurance agent
  • Sex therapy
  • Medical practitioner
  • Sewage Worker
  • Archaeologist
  • Pharmacist
  • Surgeon
  • Paramedic
  • Police Officer
  • Solider
  • FBI agent
  • Sex integrated work
  • Occultist

Nature of career: Secretive/Undercover/Mysterious/Sexual/Powerful/Intense/Transformative/Control

Sagittarius

  • Travel Guide
  • Piolet
  • Stuntman
  • Personal Trainer
  • Athlete
  • Jockey
  • Working with horses
  • Teacher
  • Lecturer
  • Tutor
  • Philosopher
  • Guru
  • Lawyer
  • Banker
  • Philanthropist
  • Travel Agent
  • Legislators
  • Gambler
  • Professor
  • Publisher

Nature of career: Adventurous/Questioning/Righteous/Idealistic/Careless/Extravagant/Exaggeration/Expansive/Optimism/Teaching

Capricorn/Saturn

  • Bureaucracy
  • Government
  • Chief executive officer (CEO)
  • Government employee
  • Administrator
  • Politician
  • Law enforcement
  • Entrepreneur
  • Bank manager
  • Teacher
  • Chiropractor
  • Orthopaedic surgeon
  • Dentist
  • Architect
  • Surveyor  
  • Builder
  • Mathematician
  • Engineer
  • Geologist
  • Judge
  • Miner
  • Plumber
  • Gardener
  • Farmer
  • Land/property dealer

Nature of career: Authority/Discipline/Conservation/Caution/Responsibility/Duty/Patient/Hard work

Aquarius/Uranus

  • Scientist
  • Quantum physicist
  • Systems analyst
  • Involved with technology and/or electricity
  • Electronic engineer
  • Social/Charity worker
  • Astronomer/Astrologer
  • Ecological consultant
  • Radiographer
  • Inventor
  • Reformer
  • Computer Programer
  • Electrician

Nature of career: Innovative/Unique/Eccentric/Unusual/Humanitarian/Technical/Group work

Pisces/Neptune

  • Psychic
  • Occult
  • Artist
  • Film maker
  • Musician
  • Dancer
  • Charity worker
  • Hospital work
  • Nurse
  • Working with liquids/gases/poisons
  • Marine/Ocean related work
  • Fishermen
  • Working near the sea/sea themed occupation
  • Rehab councillor
  • Fantasy related
  • Hypnotherapist
  • Preist
  • Healer
  • Tarot Reader
  • Sailor
  • Painter
  • Photographer
  • Illusionist

Nature of career: Beauty/Psychic/Confusion/Fantasy/Empathy/Spiritual 


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Back when I was a theatre major, I was assistant stage managing a show and two of our actors were running a scene where they kissed passionately and when they were done, the girl started laughing and she goes, “I’m sorry my hands keep kinda pawing at your chest, but it’s my lesbian instinct to go for the boobs when making out I guess.” And everyone died laughing. He was gay too so it made it even funnier.

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16, SuperCat

Accidentally falling asleep on the couch together

When Cat called with a shaking voice and a bit of a weary, desperate tone, Kara didn’t hesitate.  She didn’t argue that she was no longer Cat’s assistant and she didn’t offer to pass the message off to Eve.

Instead, she apologized to Alex and Maggie, zipped to Cat’s penthouse to gather the requested items and landed in an alley behind the ambulance bay.

She didn’t stop at the reception desk, but instead made her way to the elevator and pressed 8.  Oncology.  The word stared at her from the elevator panel, filling her thoughts with worst-case scenarios and causing her stomach to clench unpleasantly.

She stepped off the elevator and found the nearest nurse’s station.  She was just about to ask for assistance when a familiar voice called out to her from down the hall.  

“Kara.”

She spun and melted at the sight before her.  Cat looked positively wrung out.  Her linen pants and wrap shirt looked more comfortable than her usual attire, but it was rumpled and a bit out of place when contrasted to the dark circles that outlined Cat’s eyes and the red of her fingertips where she’d clearly been wringing them together for far longer than even she had realized.

“Miss Grant, hi.  I’ve got everything you asked for.”  She held up the duffel bag helplessly.

Cat nodded in answer and disappeared into a room.  Kara followed.

Once inside the room, Kara found herself schooling her features and slipping back into assistant mode effortlessly.  Don’t show emotion.  Help Cat.  Process later.  She flashed a reassuring smile to the curly-headed boy in the bed, who looked up from his tablet and matched her grin.

“Hi Kara.”

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Saeran Choi/Ray/Unknown Theory

***SPOILER ALERT FOR ANOTHER STORY/SECRET ENDS***

When I first started playing V’s route I, as some of you may have, noticed that while Ray does look and sound like Saeran, the way he acts is a bit… different. Softer, if you will. He’s not as straight up malicious, and his main goal (other than, ya know, ruining the RFA) seems to be just gaining your affection and keeping you in paradise with him. As opposed to how Unknown acts in the prologue bad ending of the main story- he talks about making you his assistant and doesn’t show much interest in terms of affection.

My theory, which may have been pretty much confirmed by a text Unknown sent me, is that Saeran does in fact have multiple personality disorder and that Ray is just one of his personalities. However, I’m more here to discuss which personality Ray is.

As we all know, while Ray clearly is messed up just like Unknown is, he craves more affection and validation and has abandonment issues. We first see Unknown’s personality when Ray takes too much of the salvation elixir and is overwhelmed.

My theory is that Ray is Saeran’s “true” personality, so to speak. Ray is the little boy left behind by his twin brother, abused by his mother, just wanting to feel what it’s like to truly be cared for and not abandoned by those he cares about in return. He’s more childish, a tad bit happier, less sadistic. He still maintains that manipulative aura whenever you even think about leaving (basically guilt tripping you into wanting to stay- which was VERY EFFECTIVE on me, might I add), but he seems to truly care about you and just wants you to be comfortable and happy.

So then, where does that leave Unknown? The creepy, tattooed edgelord who seduces you into playing in the main story? Unknown is the personality created from, or to possibly to cope with, the elixir. He’s more impulsive and frantic than Ray, dead set on destroying the RFA and getting revenge on the brother who abandoned him. Revenge seems to be his main emotion; he doesn’t show the caring or compassion that Ray does. In Another Story, we can guess that Saeran hasn’t taken enough elixir to make him completely gone, but we know it’s enough to have developed this new personality.

Now how, exactly, was Unknown created? Think about everything Rika tells Saeran. How she must’ve told him of the betrayals of both his brother and V. How the elixir was a dangerous, deadly concoction of unknown (ha. unknown.) drugs. The mental damage Saeran suffered combined with all the drugs in his system led to the creation of Unknown. Unknown is the product of drugs, hatred, betrayal. He’s the little devil residing in Saeran, only he feeds off the elixir.

The main story takes place around two years after Another Story. By that time Saeran had to have taken so much elixir that Unknown was able to completely take over, leaving Ray “asleep”. In the Secret Ends we see that it may take years for Saeran to completely recover from the effects that the drugs had on him. Meaning that Unknown will still be around long after Mint Eye’s destruction. But will we ever see Ray again? The sweet yet damaged boy who just wanted love? Who knows.

In conclusion, Saeran has been through Too Much in his 21 years of life and he just needs a hug. And ice cream.

“Painting for me lies in the pure pleasure of invention,” Francis Picabia wrote in 1927.

“Working on the Picabia exhibition even led to my own inventions! Here I am in my hand-painted costume inspired by the artist’s designs for his Relâche dancers. Everything is more fun when you’re wearing dots!”

Francis Picabia curatorial assistant Talia Kwartler shows us just how easy it is to get in the Arty Gras spirit! Join us tomorrow night, Sunday 2/26, when PopRally brings the ultimate Mardi Gras celebration to MoMA with live music by High & Mighty Brass Band, custom masks by Damien Davis, open bar, and some good old plain fun. Costumes welcome. Get tickets here.