As a computer guy: This is what happens when you have too much security. It reaches a tipping point and then suddenly you have none.
Security at the cost of convenience comes at the cost of security.Ā Ā
This is true of so many things in healthcare.Ā Example: our software is designed to automatically alert the doctor if a patientās vital signs are critically out of range.Ā If someone has a blood pressure of 200/130, the doc gets a pop-up box that they have to acknowledge before doing anything else.Ā It makes sense, in our setting.
But then some mega-genius upstairs realized something: the system was only alerting for critical vital signs, but not for all vital signs that could possibly be bad.Ā Like, yeah, 200/130 is potentially life-threatening, but 130/90 is above ideal and can have negative effects on health.Ā Should the doctors be allowed to just ignore something that could negatively affect a patientās health?Ā Heavens no!
So now the system generates a pop-up for any vital signs that are even slightly abnormal.Ā A pressure of 120/80 (once considered textbook normal, now considered slightly high) will create the pop-up.Ā We have increased our vigilance!
Well, no, what weāve actually done is train doctors to click through a constant bombardment of pop-ups without looking.Ā Weāve destroyed their vigilance and made it much easier for them to accidentally skim past life-threatening vital signs.
But you canāt tell that to management, because youād have to confess that you are a flawed human with limited attention resources.Ā Theyād tell youĀ āwell, all the other doctors take every abnormal vital sign seriously, it sounds like youāre being negligent.āĀ And if youāre smart, you back down before you start telling the big boss all about your habit of ignoring critical safety alerts.
The end result is exactly the same as if we had no alerts at all, except with more annoying clicking.
Remember if youāre out at a store and someone says āThis is a robberyā you can say āno itās notā and then the robber will leave because theyre a robber and this is no longer a robbery .
My dads coworker is at the front and this man comes Up and hands him a document.
The coworker took a Look at the document and while he couldn't read the things written by Hand, because he wasn't wearing his glases, he did notice the Logo of a different Bank so he's like:
"Oh, sorry sir you can't do that here! You have to go to the other Bank for this :)"
The man, visibly confused leaves, but dosen't take the document with him.
The coworker, now just as confused as the Guy actually Takes Out his glases and reads the hand written part:
I worked as a bank teller for several years and a few things you should know, bank robberies happen far more frequently than you might think and they come in waves. When a bank gets robbed a notification with photos goes to all banks in the area to be on the lookout. And there are two kinds of robbery, the pass the note and the takeover (what you see in movies).
So our branch had had a big takeover robbery as well as a note one. We also had a teller that had transferred to our branch after having been through a robbery. She was sweet as apple pie, hair up to the ceiling, southern lady who had just been through multiple robberies.
A guy comes in and hands her a folded note. Her immediate thought was āthis guy needs to learn you donāt hand bank tellers notes. I am just not going to read that.ā So how the conversation goes:
Her: how can I help you today?
Him: Iām here to get money
Her: great *hands him a withdrawal slip*
Him: all the information is on the paper
Her: to process the transaction I need you to put it on my piece of paper
SO HE FILLS OUT A WITHDRAWAL SLIP. Meanwhile another coworker is looking at her latest robbery notification email thinking the guy at the window looks a lot like him but the teller is calm and seems to be following standard transaction.
Back at the window the teller notices his name on the withdrawal slip doesnāt match the name on the account so she asks for his ID. He once again tells her all the relevant info is on the folded note but also gives her his ID and says it is his dadās account. She tells him he will need a check from his dad to get cash. He grabs the note and leaves.
ONE HOUR LATER
Two new robbery notifications hit our emails, both branches within a mile. It is our guy. Teller goes over to the manager and sheepishly informs them he was here and the time. Security department is notified as are local police and the FBI. The FBI comes over believing that these poor tellers had been robbed for the 3rd time in a month and take her statement. She is completely embarrassed telling them how everything went down and he kept signaling to the note and telling her to read it but she was just done.
To which this FBI agent of 40 years who has been to the scene of many bank robberies (several at this branch in recent weeks) says: Ok. Let me see if I got this right, he came in fully intending to rob you. He gave you the note and you justā¦refused to read it? So he left and went to the bank literally across the street, handed them the exact same note, and they just handed him five grand? Do I have that correct?ā
Her: I am so embarrassed
FBI: this is best thing I have ever heard. He even handed you his ID! Holy-
Her: I feel so dumb!
FBI: donāt! This is the best thing I have ever heard. This is going to be in training courses. (He sat there giddy for at least 5 more minutes)
I have a similar story from my friend Fred, who is a great human and I like him lots.
He was working at a 7-11 that got robbed a lot, working nights. And he was bored and read though his entire contract and learned if you're shot at work you get $200,000. Also, he hated his boss and the job.
So when a guy came in to rob him at gunpoint he got excited and was able to hatch the plan he had been pondering while dealing with a Shitty Boring Job.
"Dude. Shoot me in the leg. Right here- it'll go through and not hit anything vital and I'll be able to quit this fucking job. I'll give you fifty fucking grand to shoot me in the leg then you can take everything in the register."
This ended with him chasing the weeping attempted burglar out of his store screaming "SHOOT ME YOU FUCKING COWARD I WANT THE MONEY".
One of my uncles was a branch manager at a local bank when I was a kid. His branch had the dubious honor of being one of- if not the- most robbed bank in the area. There was a bullet hole in the wall behind his desk where he'd been shot at once.
One day, this guy came in and announced he was there to rob the place. This man was smoking a cigar with one hand and had a gun in the other.
My uncle pointed at the "No Smoking" sign and told him in no uncertain terms, "Put that cigar out, or finish it outside first."
This guy, bless his heart, went back outside to finish his cigar.
My uncle locked the door behind him and waited for the cops to show up.
I don't know how many people are already aware of this, but Rumi having fangs isn't fanon
IT'S CANON
She has very lightly defined canines throughout most of the film, just like Zoey and Mira, and the sharper demon versions first show up at the Idol Awards after her patterns spread all over her body. They're most pronounced when she's yelling at Jinu, but unlike his and most other demons, hers are super tiny
Baby Fang Rumi (she's toothing)
And they go back to human teeth when she reestablishes her soul bond with Mira and Zoey <3
im sure if i move far away from home to somewhere no one knows me my whole personality will suddenly change and everyone will love me and everything will be better im sure im sure im sure
Not only did mama raise a quitter, but she also raised a procrastinator, people-pleaser, doormat, coward, and liar, and you canāt put a price on that
Mira trying to shield Rumi at times from abuse that she expects but isn't happening based on her own life experience is painful and amazing an idea.
Especially because Celine would refocus on her actions and try to make sure she doesn't do anything to make Mira uneasy, refusing to ever be the parental figure that makes their ward afraid of them.
Mira's picture of Ryu Rumi being Celine's perfect little pop-princess shattered three days after she arrived at their hanok; her home for however long it would take for Celine to realize she had made a terrible mistake in extending a contract to Mira and kicked her out.
(Honesty, she was surprised Celine hadn't rescinded the offer when the call to her parents had resulted in Celine being told that Park Joon-ho didn't have a daughter, he had two sons, one of whom was clearly sick in the head.)
(She hadn't really even intended on auditioning; she just needed out of her parent's house and auditions for Sunlight Entertainment were happening within running distance of her school.
It hadn't even occurred to her that she would be sharing a living space with The Ryu Rumi until Celine had mentioned it.)
For the last two days, Rumi had been exactly as perfect as Mira had expected: rising with the sun at a frankly insulting hour and greeting Mira at the breakfast table, hair neat and braided and make-up already applied as if it weren't 6AM.
She was attentive in class, had all their tutors wrapped around her finger, and spent most of her time in their vocal lessons with Celine pretending that she hadn't learned all these remedial lessons when she was nine.
Today, Mira woke with her alarm clock and shuffled into the bathroom to shave and take her pills.
(Celine had gotten a weird look on her face when she'd found out that no, Mira didn't have a prescription and no, she's not sure where they were. Just that one of the old queens at the queer bar she hid out at sometimes had handed them to her and promised that it would keep her from developing the wrong way.)
When she walked into the kitchen, her eyes were drawn to the empty chair where Rumi usually sat and then to the clock on the stove where Celine was cooking breakfast.
Rumi wouldn't technically be late for another few minutes; for Rumi, she was incredibly late. And from the way Celine kept glancing at the clock, she knew it too.
A chill spread from the base of her neck and down her spine; through her arms and to the tips of her fingers.
By the time Rumi finally appeared, a full fifteen minutes past their wake-up time and yawning widely, the spring in Mira's spine was wound so tight it was hard to breathe.
"Late night?" Celine asked. She barely glanced at Rumi, her attention focused on plating Rumi's breakfast.
Apologize now, Mira wanted to hiss when Rumi met Celine's question with a noncommital hum before sitting down at the table.
"Not really," Rumi said, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Mira kicks her under the table.
Rumi shoots her a dirty look. What was that for, it said.
"Apologize," she mutters.
"For what?" Rumi hisses back. She looks at Mira as if she'd started speaking in a different language; Mira gives her the same look back.
A glance at Celine tells Mira that the woman either isn't listening -- best case scenario -- or is pretending to not listen -- a much worse scenario.
"For being late."
"I'm not apologizing to you for being late, Mira." Rumi scowls at her.
"Not to me," Mira mutters from the corner of her mouth, her lips barely moving. "To your mother."
"My mother!?" Rumi's sudden screech causes Celine to finally turn to look at them. "What do I--"
"Girls!"
Mira flinches; sits up straighter. Next to her, Rumi was making the absolutely insane decision to look indignant.
"We're sorry for raising our voices and being impolite, Celine-nim," Mira says before Rumi can open her mouth and do something stupid like argue with an adult. "It won't happen again."
Celine just looks tired. "Just...try to keep things civil, at least until after breakfast?"
Okay yes to Mira trying to defuse things (that arenāt about to explode), but have we considered Mira jumping on the grenade (that is actually just a pomegranate)?
Like, she and Rumi are carrying some annoyingly large box together; Miraās still not sure why Celine invited her to buy furniture to make her room look like hers, but sheās tried her best to both politely accept and politely keep it cheap.
They take a corner, the box slips awkwardly, Rumiās shoulder bangs backwards and crashes into a picture frame.
Both of them instinctively drop the box with a loud thud, and if the sound of glass breaking hadnāt brought attention to themā
āIs everything alright?ā Celine calls.
Shit.
Mira hurries around the box, clamping her hand over Rumiās mouth before she can be stupid enough to shout back just because sheās in pain. She glances at the side where Rumi mustāve hit the glassāit looks like her hoodie didnāt even get sliced up. Okay. Good.
āGo to your room,ā she says, as urgently as she can. āIāll tell Celine I was trying to carry it by myself, okay?ā
Rumi blinks back at her in confusion.
Mira shakes her head, shoves her a little. āGo!ā
The sound of Celine's footsteps came towards them; slippers on hardwood hardly made a sound but to Mira, every step might as well have been followed by the toll of bells announcing her imminent doom.
And it would be Rumi's doom too if she kept standing there like an idiot!
"Hey! What is your problem!" Rumi yelps as Mira shoves her though the nearest open door and shuts it in her face.
Not a moment later, Celine rounds the corner and Mira springs around to face her as if she hadn't been glaring at a door.
"Mira?" She looks at the scene of the crime. At the fallen box and the shards of glass scattered on the floor and the picture frame now missing from the wall. "What happened here?"
"It was my fault," Mira says. "I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."
Celine tilts her head.
"I thought Rumi was going to help you, where is she?"
Mira shakes her head. "I told her I didn't need help. She -- she didn't do anything wrong. Please don't punish her."
deadbeat miyeong au has bewitched me, body and soul, and i had a thought. in oedipus rex, king laius has a dream that his son will destroy the kingdom, so he passes the baby to a shepherd and tells him to abandon the baby on a mountain to die. but the shepherd feels guilty, canāt go through with it, and the baby ends up in a new home. which could be so deadbeat miyeong au coded to me in that miyeong and thirdlight are laius and celine is the shepherd.
like itās only been alive for three hours, but itās been cleaned off, and the only thing miyeong can see are the patterns. she just pushed that thing out of her, and it has patterns. it has a tuft of purple hair, patterns, and yellow eyes. itās small and wailing and a demon. miyeong feels numb and cold, and she cannot be in a room with that thing any longer (she can barely even look at it). she stands on very shaky legs to leave, and thankfully thirdlight is next to her because miyeong stumbles almost immediately, but thirdlight catches her.
āare you okay,ā thirdlight asks, helplessly. miyeong doesnāt respond. sheās obviously not okay. she gave birth to a demon. she had a demon inside her for nine months. no one could possibly be okay after that, but if she could at least leave the room and just get away from it, maybe she could breathe easy. she keeps moving towards the door.
āmiyeong. what do you want to do with the baby?ā celine sounds shell-shocked, nowhere near as clear as she usually is. miyeong glances her direction to see celine staring at the visible curl of patterns on the screaming creature. oh good, miyeong thinks distantly, celineās killed the most demons. she can take care of one more. miyeong reaches the door, thirdlight supporting most of her weight by this point and pulls it open.
āmiyeong, what do you want to do with her?ā
āceline, just let her think āā
āi donāt want it,ā miyeong interrupts. āi donāt want to look at it or think about it or remember it exists. i just need to get out of here.ā she doesnāt look at thirdlight or celine as she speaks.
āthen letās go. we can leave it here, find a place to stay the night and evaluate in the morning,ā thirdlight responds quickly. celine says nothing. miyeong starts to cross the threshold when she feels a very faint tug behind her from the honmoon. she looks back to see celine touching itās patterns with one hand, as if checking that theyāre real.
āceline?ā she asks.
āiāll take care of her,ā celine says, withdrawing her hand. āiāll catch up with you in a little bit.ā
āwait,ā says thirdlight suddenly, āi donāt want it to happen in the house, just in case anyone hears it. can you take it somewhere else to kill it or just drop it in the woods?ā
miyeong nods absently. itās a good thought, a decent precaution against any devoted fans or paparazzi who may be sneaking around. she looks at celine again, who has a frown on her face.
āiāll take care of her,ā celine says again, firmly. āyou take care of miyeong, and iāll catch up to you later.ā
the last thing miyeong and thirdlight see before turning and closing the door ā the last time they see celine for twenty years ā is celine picking up the demon with far more care than it deserves.
Oh no oh no do you have any idea what you've done? You can't just collide my current hyperfixation with my first ever hyperfixation and expect me to be normal about this.
The honmoon acting as the oracle; every hunter born with a prophetic song in their heart.
Miyeong's being: you will see the moon-gate fall; the blood of your blood will be your ruin
So the demon is given to Celine for her to get rid of. Celine tells them that she'll be back soon. They won't see her again for more than 20 years.
Rumi is born with the prophecy: you will kill your father and destroy your mother
(At fifteen, she leaves her father's house in the dead of night to train with the hunters. She can't kill her father if she's not around him.)
At nineteen, her father will die at the end of her sword, though she will not know this. At 24, she discovers the truth of her birth.
(Vibrating with idea on how to turn this into a fic actually)
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