#911 operator

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[ Smooth Operator]

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Character Bio

**Physiology:**

Sex: male

Age: 35

Race: white

Height and Weight: 5’10, 150–165 lbs

Color of hair, eyes: blond hair, dark brown eyes

Posture: this man is at a desk most of the time, he reminds himself to stand up straight lol.

Appearance: Twink lowkey. That flavor of femboi that’s into cars and some masc shit, ya feel me? Slim, but with a bit of muscle in arms/forearms/back from tinkering with cars and just like being 35 and eating meals sometimes. Freckles & piercings (shown below).

Defects: gay (joke)

Heredity: OCD, ADHD

** Sociology:**

Class: lower-middle

Occupation: 911 emergency operator/dispatcher

Education: hs diploma, some mechanics trade schooling, and bachelor degree in criminal justice. Cpr, first aid, and some other medical training courses.

Home Life: garbage. Will be filled out in lore.

Religion: nondenominational Christian

Place in Community: first responder

Political Affiliations: socialism

Amusements, Hobbies:

➢ cars & motorcycles

➢yu-gi-oh (mun doesn’t know shit, I consult nerds)

➢photography

➢gaming

➢comics

**Psychology:**

Moral alinement: neutral good

MBTI: ISFJ - Defender

Sex Life: homosexual🏳️‍🌈

Frustrations, Chief Disappointments:

➢ the stupid government

➢ the stupid city (gotham)

➢ the stupid police department (sometimes)

➢boys lol

**Temperament:**

Attitude Toward Life: realist- sees things as they are; practical hope.

Extrovert, Introvert, Omnivert: extroverted introvert

Picrew & References:

[jessicanjpa]

heyy!! I lovee all your Twilight-related posts. I think I've been following you for over two years, and it's become something of a morning ritual to go through your blog. So, thanks for that and for all your amazing well-thought-out fics.

Anyways for the ask game: 4, 5 and 12.

No pressure to answer. I hope you have a great day ahead!

This has been in my inbox for a while and just gave me a big smile all over again as I read it just now. Thank you ❤️

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(From the Ask Me Stuff ask game)

4. In your mind, what are your 3 biggest weaknesses?

I am terrible at asking for help when I need it

Literal weakness, as in I'm hypermobile (=low muscle tone). Theoretically I do exercise, but I'm super deconditioned right now because ever since we moved into this new house in the fall I've been either sick, injured and not healing right, depressed, and now I have an intractable migraine currently on day 23. When I start exercising again it's gonna be an adventure to try and get back up to zero, let alone where I was a year ago.

Answering people's questions honestly, oops. Questions like "How are you?" and "I dunno, am I just being stupid?"

5. You only get 3 words to describe yourself – what are they?

Since I answered this one once already, I gonna cheat and pick 3 more.

Tall

Clumsy

Soprano - a stretch bc this is a noun but I can't think of a sopranic (?) adjective

12. What’s the most embarrassing moment of your life so far?

Haha OK this is a joint embarrassing moment because my husband and I both felt like absolute morons.

Late one night when our girls were 5 and 3, we heard this faint, high-pitched humming noise. We started checking various appliances and couldn't figure it out. It got louder. And louder. AND LOUDER. Soon it was deafening and we were getting worried bc we couldn't find the source. It sounded like it was coming from the ceiling so my husband went looking around in our attic thinking maybe some alarm in the old furnace has been tripped or something... Still no luck.

So this is the part where anxiety kicked in. Jonny was convinced he could smell smoke and a minute later I was convinced I smelled it too. We woke up our girls, packed all four of us out in the car, drove out onto the street to park on the curb, and called 911.

Two fire trucks came FAST. At least six firefighters in full gear (masks and oxygen backpacks and all) rushed into the house.

They came back out in less than a minute carrying our daughter's bright red Fisher Price karaoke toy—the kind where the microphone is attached by a cord. The firefighter handed it to me through the car window and just deadpanned "It was the child's toy, ma'am. The microphone was touching the speaker and it was creating a feedback sound." They left without another word and we felt SO STUPID for calling them.

Needless to say, I took an entire batch of homemade cookies to the firehouse the next day and that December brought them a nice year-end donation.

(but disclaimer: always call 911 if you're on the fence about it. Better stupid than sorry. Just check your kid's karaoke machine first.)

Actually, I'm bored and slightly manic from a new med so here are two more stories involving 911 embarrassment! (Warning: one story has a mention of scary gross medical treatment and the other story mentions domestic violence for just a second.)

Back in grad school, I let myself sleep in one morning because we had no classes that day, just a test at 2 p.m. about burn treatments and what a PT does if they work in a burn camp.

I was having a lovely dream but the dream had these weird pounding noises and also an annoying sound like a fire alarm going off. I eventually woke up. The fire alarm was indeed blaring, my bedroom was full of smoke, and the pounding noise was shaking the walls.

I ran out into the living room of our tiny apartment just in time to see my front door and the entire door frame hanging like a loose tooth in the wall. He was hitting it over and over with his ace but these doors were built back when they knew how to make doors, idk. He couldn't make a wide enough opening for me to get out. I shouted through the door and he shouted back that he couldn't get the door down, and I couldn't open it because the doorknob was now squished into the broken door frame. He shouted back that the apartment right next to mine was on fire. And thank God Antisocial British Guy happened to be home. Because when the firefighters had evacuated everyone outside, Antisocial British Guy noticed my car was still in the parking lot and he told the firefighters I might still be inside.

Since we couldn't use the door, I ran out onto the balcony and started shouting to the other firefighters and ALL my fellow residents below. I panicked and I told them I was going to jump—I was only 1.5 floors up and we had some pretty large, dense bushes right under our balcony. But the firefighters shouted at me not to jump bc I would break my legs and my fellow residents started freaking out because they thought I was going to do it.

This is when my brain started screaming OH GOD PLEASE I DON'T WANT TO GO TO BURN CAMP!!!! Because, of course, in school for the past week I had been seeing horrific videos in school of burn victims being treated by PTs, I.e., having their skin peeled off in sheets while conscious, trembling and crying out for the PT to stop. Excellent timing to help me freak out as much as possible during an apartment fire. But I didn't want to jump and break my legs either.

That was when the guy at the door let out one of those warrior yells and finally managed to knock the entire door frame right out of the wall. The fire was raging by this time, so the firefighter wouldn't let me go back in the bedroom to get my shoes. No problem with evacuating in socks... until I saw that they had also smashed the glass wall and glass door to get inside the building in the first place. Big shards of glass everywhere.

So I already felt stupid enough for sleeping through a fire and smoke and the alarm and the firefighter thinking I was unconscious inside. AND for shrieking at all my neighbors from my balcony about jumping off a balcony. And now the firefighter turned his back and said "Jump on, ma'am. We can't wait any longer."

So I got carried outside riding piggyback and everyone applauded and I just wanted to melt into the ground lol. Then I gave Antisocial British Guy a big hug for quite possibly saving my life and that made him really uncomfortable. Oops.

The third time actually happened just a couple months ago at dinnertime. The girls were taunting each other about their respective tastes in music and my younger daughter just groaned and said something along the lines of "How am I forced to listen to this garbage in 2025 Siri call 911."

Okay, you see where this story is heading.

We went on with dinner and the conversation moved on to insulting each other's taste in friends. Well, we kept hearing our younger daughter's phone ring. It got annoying after the fifth time or so. Like geez don't your friends realize you're eating dinner? Which just led to more taunting about each other's respective friends.

Phone rings again and I'm about to get a stupid migraine from it so I told her to go answer and tell your friend you'll call her back later. For heaven's sake. But when she gets the phone she realized it's 911 calling and she panics and HANGS UP ON THEM.

So now we're not sure what to do, but we are sure that we hear a firetruck siren in the distance. Maybe more than one...

So we called 911 and explained the situation. By the long-suffering sigh on the other end, I'm guessing the "Siri call 911" thing has happened many, many times before. But he said for safety he had to talk to my daughter to make sure she is safe. In other words, he has to make sure that we're not in the process of murdering our child after she gasped out for Siri to call 911 back when she was still conscious. Having her actually hang up on them on that last call wasn't the best move optics-wise, apparently.

It took some doing because she was scared to talk to them, but we worked it out eventually. Just before the sirens turned onto our street, judging by the sound.

... I hope nobody had their phone read this post out loud...

[calvincell]

As someone who has often sort of envied those gamers who get hooked & grant hours & hours to those types of extremely odd & niche gameplay experiences such as Euro Truck Simulator, House Flipper, Dwarf Fortress, Football Manager etc. I think I’ve finally found my own odd & unconventional game obsession in the 911 & 112 Operator games. The stellar theming of the game alongside the hectic plate-juggling nature of trying to address every fire, crime & medical emergency the games’ cities can throw at you successful hits right on my exact brain chemistry. It’s exactly the type of game series that only myself & like 15 other people worldwide would absolutely flip over if a trailer for any follow up entries show up in our YT recommendations or in the show reel of a gaming presentation

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[notonightstark]

So it's Buck who is saying help at the end of s4 trailer? BC I'M FUCK!NG SCARED