الوبر هو الاسم الشائع للتراكمات المرئية لـ نسيج ألياف، شعر وغيرها من المواد، التي توجد عادة في وحول ملابس. بعض المواد المستخدمة في صناعة الملابس، مثل قطن، الكتان، و صوف، تحتوي على العديد من الألياف القصيرة جدًا المجمعة معًا.[1] أثناء التآكل العادي، قد تنفصل هذه الألياف أو تتدافع خارج النسيج الذي تشكل جزءًا منه. وهذا هو السبب وراء استخدام المقالات بكثافة، مثل قمصان و المناشف، تصبح رقيقة مع مرور الوقت ولماذا تتراكم هذه الجسيمات في شاشة الوبر مجفف الملابس.[1]
بسبب ارتفاع مساحة سطحها إلى نسبة الوزن، التشبث الثابت يتسبب في استمرار التصاق الألياف التي انفصلت عن قطعة من الملابس ببعضها البعض وبتلك المادة أو الأسطح الأخرى التي تتلامس معها. وتتراكم أيضًا ألياف أو جزيئات صغيرة أخرى مع ألياف الملابس هذه، بما في ذلك ألياف الإنسان والحيوان شعر و خلايا الجلد، الألياف النباتية، و حبوب اللقاح، غبار، و الكائنات الحية الدقيقة.
During the GOLB invasion, the veil between worlds became it's THINNEST. The world Max came from already had dimensional rift problems, it's the very things she was set out to study along with whatever happened to come out of them.
As we all know, Sadness attracts Madness, never did Max think that a rift would pull her in. A good 12-15 years is where she ended up getting spat back out after GOLB fused with Betty and fucked off.
She was lost for 3 months. Zero human contact. Only dangers and monsters and the occasional talking animal to point her to the human city.
She DOES eventually end up making it, stumbling on to the small ferry and falling flat in to the city. These citizens were humans, yes, but Golb knows that these aren't the same humans she's used to. They're all strange, wear strange clothes, and say strange phrases she only barely understands. You can imagine the wave of astonishment and relief she felt coming up on a giant sign that read "20TH CENTURY MAN IN HIS NATURAL HABITAT"
She's from the 22nd century, but goddamn if it wasn't close enough.
Following the curious crowd, an older gentleman stood in a dollhouse-like enclosure that mimicked that of an old fashioned home, decorated in familiar items and décor. The future-humans took their turns asking very.. Dumb. Questions. Most of the time repeating the same one in different ways. For some reason they're very focused on the different lamps. It was increasingly obvious that the gentleman acting as the 20th century man was just about ready to lose it if another comment was made about how light 'bulbs' are supposed to be pronounced light 'balls.'
"Excuse me." Max spoke up over the crowd. Simon glanced over at her from between his pinched nose bridge, pausing. It looked almost as if his shoulders relaxed. The way Max presented herself was something he hasn't seen in a very, very, very long time. Familiar clothes, cadence, and energy. "Could I talk to you, um, whenever you're done touring your.. Museum." Max asked. She was trying her very best not to make it sound urgent, despite the desperation she felt in her chest. "Oh, no, yes of course." Simon stumbled over his answer, nodding quickly. "We could talk now, if you'd like. It wouldn't hurt to close early."
The other people in group either huffed, rolled their eyes, or wandered off at the suggestion. Simon rubbed at the back of his neck, motioning Max to come inside. "Walls down." There was brief confusion, but it subsided as soon as the walls to the enclosure closed down like garage doors. Simon sighed heavily, turning to the new face in town with a tired smile. "What was it that you wanted to talk about, miss..?"
"Maxine Stronghold." Habit took over, flashing her detective badge and pocketing it in a single motion. That put the man on edge, his smile faltering. "Ah, you're not in trouble. That.. Sorry. Old habit. I was actually just here to ask if you actually were from the 20th century?" He perked back up. "Wha, why, yes. Are you not familiar with- Oh, my goodness I never actually introduced myself." Max's thick brow quirked up at him, his hand extending to her form. "Simon Petrikov. I, ah, used to be the Ice King. Difficult to imagine, I know, but rest assured-"
The increasingly confused look on the woman's face brought him to a stop. "... Sorry, did I say something wrong?"
"No." She answered slowly. "I just .. Um. I don't know where I am. Or how I got here. Or how there are wizards and talking food. I haven't had any genuine human contact in months. I was kind of hoping you'd be able to help me."
A moment of silence befell the two of them. A growing realization creeped on to Simon's face, putting his hand over his mouth and mumbling, "Oh my God." before putting a hand on her shoulder to have her sit down.
#project hail mary
