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[Backed up 14th December 2018.]

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OK, guys. GUYS. LISTEN UP.

What’s happening!

This sideblog is being archived as of tonight (11/11/2015, Australian EST).

I’ve transferred the blog URL over to the main blog, so everything will be in one place.

Most of you already follow that one, and I’ll be sending messages to those of you I actively RP with to remind you it’s changed over.

Oh shit, what do we do?

Mostly? Nothing. Except follow the new http://therapardalis.tumblr.com if you don’t already.

If we’re threading, reply as you normally would and I’ll pick it up from there.

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Again for anyone who might have missed it!

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Reblogging this again for anyone who missed it when it happened :) JSYK.

[therapardalis-archive]

OK, guys. GUYS. LISTEN UP.

What’s happening!

This sideblog is being archived as of tonight (11/11/2015, Australian EST).

I’ve transferred the blog URL over to the main blog, so everything will be in one place.

Most of you already follow that one, and I’ll be sending messages to those of you I actively RP with to remind you it’s changed over.

Oh shit, what do we do?

Mostly? Nothing. Except follow the new http://therapardalis.tumblr.com if you don’t already.

If we’re threading, reply as you normally would and I’ll pick it up from there.

[therapardalis-archive]

Again for anyone who might have missed it!

[therapardalis-archive]

OK, guys. GUYS. LISTEN UP.

What’s happening!

This sideblog is being archived as of tonight (11/11/2015, Australian EST).

I’ve transferred the blog URL over to the main blog, so everything will be in one place.

Most of you already follow that one, and I’ll be sending messages to those of you I actively RP with to remind you it’s changed over.

Oh shit, what do we do?

Mostly? Nothing. Except follow the new http://therapardalis.tumblr.com if you don’t already.

If we’re threading, reply as you normally would and I’ll pick it up from there.

[therapardalis-archive]

OK, guys. GUYS. LISTEN UP.

What’s happening!

This sideblog is being archived as of tonight (11/11/2015, Australian EST).

I’ve transferred the blog URL over to the main blog, so everything will be in one place.

Most of you already follow that one, and I’ll be sending messages to those of you I actively RP with to remind you it’s changed over.

Oh shit, what do we do?

Mostly? Nothing. Except follow the new http://therapardalis.tumblr.com if you don’t already.

If we’re threading, reply as you normally would and I’ll pick it up from there.

[wanderthewood]

Porthcurno, Cornwall, England by J e n s

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« Yes? »

Thomas turned to look at who called his name and was met with the pleasantly presentable woman. The gentleman gave a nod of greeting, he hadn’t much pressing things at the moment nor anything Lord Wellington particularly needed, and could use a moment of conversation. 

« Good day, Miss Landsend. – Certainly, how may I be of assistance? » 

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“Thank you, sir. I ... well.” Thera paused, lacing her fingers together, “To begin at the beginning; I first found myself here by accident, but since then I’ve been making some enquiries regarding the ‘Beast’ that’s been reported in the area.”

‘Making enquiries’ was, of course, less accurate than ‘charging in full tilt’, but the officer didn’t need to know that. “I’m wondering if you might please assist me with a couple of things - first, access to some information, and second, whether you know of any nearby sources of silver.”

[thefabulousweirdtrotters]

Black Skull Throne

[navybratcath-deactivated2022011]

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The lecture itself fully exceeded her expectations, and for that she was thankful. She’d heard so many of her friends who had gone to his lectures and had come back saying how disappointed they’d been in deGrasse Tyson. Oh well, she’d enjoyed it so she really didnt care much about what other people thought. 

Camille found herself intrigued by Thor and the remaining seven realms that the lecturer spoke of. She’d love to be able to see them and to study the stars around them. How different would the stars be on Asgard or any of the other realms? Camille fancied herself as somewhat of a dreamer, but she was also pragmatic and knew the likelihood of her seeing that was slim to none. A girl could, however, dream. Both her parents had taught her that. 

She paid extra attention to the pictures he’d shown and she had to say she was perplexed about what exactly happened. Camille had seen a ton of footage surrounding New York and Greenwich, but she wanted to learn more about what had happened during those two incidents in particular. 

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At least the lecturer was tactful enough not to mention that during the Battle museum they were sitting in sustained little damage, and to hedge around the inevitable question of whether the new discovered aliens were a danger. “I feel you’re looking for a straight yes or no answer to that, but I’m afraid I can’t give one...” Along with a counterpoint of the danger humans posed to themselves.

Thera slid her eyes sideways toward the person who had asked that question, noted him muttering with his friends. Interesting. From their faces and body-language ... hmm.

De Grasse Tyson waved and left to a round of applause, another professor taking his place to invite everyone to enjoy the drinks and snacks available in the outer room, and remind them that a DVD of the presentation would be available to Museum members. Thera joined the tiny spattering of further applause, and waited her chance to stand and head for the exit. “Are you thinking of staying, Camille?”

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Oh Ilona, not again! XD

TXT-THERA: oh like youve never got sprayed down with experimental biochemical weaponry during a courier run

TXT-THERA: anyway this doesnt count against my vacation time so its all good

TXT-THERA: well okay not the 3 wks quarantine part that sort of sucks

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TXT-JAILBIRD: Actually, I’ve managed to miss that one so far.

TXT-JAILBIRD: Well there was that time with the salt acid, but that wasn’t a courier run.

TXT-JAILBIRD: Three weeks? Just think how many games of Solitaire you’ll get played!

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[[From here.]]

assetisms answered:

❝ … ❞

[★] He sighed, resting his head against the cool plaster of the wall. Think, James. Think, think, t h i n k .

One of their lecturers was definitely up to something fishy. And though James was no longer a recruit at the academy, he still took responsibility in discovering the truth behind the elder’s s h a d y  intentions.

With plenty of help from Thera, of course. She was his insider, the ‘picture perfect’ student that could get him the information he wanted. When she wasn’t busy running her own errands, trying to take over the mission, or completing her assignments.

He closed his eyes for a few moments. The likelihood of an intergalactic war was slim to none, yet James couldn’t HELP the feeling of unease that ran through him. Thera should have waited for his say-so before accessing the restricted files on the computer. If they were caught, then the entire mission would be sabotaged.

          ❝ Tell me it was worth it. ❞

Worth it? Worth. It? Thera paused, feeling the back of her jaw locking up. She stepped forward, right in Barnes’ face as she slapped the data chip into his hand, her voice a growl. “It had better be.”

And walked on by. Fuck him. Fuck Barnes and his ‘poor little boy’ routine. He still had no idea, or probably gave no shits, as to what she was actually risking here - if anyone knew the consequences of ‘doing the right thing’ and how Starfleet could screw you over for it, it was her. Two years, two fucking years dragging herself back to almost, nearly, within touching distance of getting back out there among the stars ... if she fell again she’d be out, with those dreams, that need, left in ashes.

But here was Barnes, expecting her to be nothing but his obedient little servant and gopher while he chased the fairy tale he was running in his head.

When the Commander had gone for a bathroom break she couldn’t spend half his slash-time calling for ‘permission’. She had to take the chance and download the files from his high rank access before he got back. And if that wasn’t good enough, then boo-hoodily-hoo.

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“Well, dull will at least get us off this damned island alive, so…” The raptor handler rolled his eyes dramatically, starting to rub mud and dirt and dried leaves into his skin and his tee shirt.

“There’s a forty foot flightless avian killing machine on the loose, and you want to know if we have the upper hand? There’s a reason dinosaurs went extinct before humans rose to the top of the evolutionary chain.”

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“No, I’m trying to figure out how we can get one.” Escape might be their best right now, but then what? The killing machine wasn’t going to just go nicely away. Breath hissed quietly through her teeth, fingers wanting to tap as they often did, but overruled by the knowledge of where they were.

... No. Not here, not yet. There was nothing she could do beyond a subliminal warning to everything around to get the hell out of the way. “The dinosaurs took a comet to the face,” She pulled back and prepared to leave, “and humans aren’t nearly as evolved as they think they are.”

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"Welcome to the initiative"

Two versions here– one the Thera-as-is, one the AU-Thera.

What She Did: After multiple near-misses (near-collisions?) with various members of the Avengers, the Director finally decided it would be better to at least try to get Thera on their side. Nobody’s really sure how it’s going to end, but at least nobody’s going to be bored!

What She Did (AU) + Power Up!: Overworked and underpaid, Thera Pardalis is just another secretarial cog in the machine– until a long-dormant fault line becomes active, and an earthquake tears her home city apart. Or at least, it would have done, except that as it turns out, Thera has a long-dormant mutant power: the ability to control the lithosphere (at least, to a depth of about five kilometers, for roughly twelve square km).

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(As is … )

“Uh … Begging yours very much, sir …” Thera circled the straw in her milkshake, staring across the table, “but are you just, ever so slightly out of your freaking mind?”

Her finger rested, unhygienically, on the top of the straw, “Have you taken a look at my record? ‘Impulsive, insubordinate, doesn’t take orders, whatever black mark they want to slap on me today? 'Unsanctioned life choices’ …” She was probably adding ‘paranoid’ to the list, if it wasn’t there already - but that didn’t mean she was wrong.

“Nothing personal, Director, but I remember how it works. It’s not a job you’re offering me, it’s a leash. And I most strenuously decline.”

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“Okay, boss. What’s your next move?”

“We keep quiet, we keep low, and we get back to the main park.”

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“Well, that sounds kinda dull.” It also sounded calm, sensible and probably the safest idea on the block, but now she was on the spot Thera was disinclined to retreat.

“ … is there a way we can pull an advantage out of this?”

[sweetoothgirl]

Double Chocolate Irish Brownie Cheesecakes

[wisconsinwarlock]

Pardon my drool.

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"You get the hell away from me!" Her voice rose, cutting through the surrounding chatter. Palms impacted on the man's chest, sending him staggering back from a shove fit to leave a bruise. "Keep your godsdamn hands to yourself!"

She went after him, fists balled except for the finger that jabbed hard just below his throat on every point. "I do not give a fuck who you are - you do not touch me, you do not harass me, you do not force your vile, drunken, stinking self on me or any other woman, do you understand?"

The man, wearing the half-buttoned remains of what was probably fine dress, was driven back in surprise, looking desperately for help among a crowd far more interested in being amused. Finally he managed to get his feet under him, and catch sight of the thankfully open door - through which he bolted, gladly leaving the unexpected female ball of rage behind.

Breath hissed through her teeth and hands planted on her hips, ignoring the boozy cheers from some of the regulars. "Arsehole."

[wanderthewood]

Venice, Italy by CPF Photography