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Ricardo Balbino Balsalobre, Profa. Vania de Moraes, Maria Paula Carraro Harthman, Marina Marcondes de Souza, Cecília Kelli Cardoso, Ricardo Borges, Luiz Guilherme Cardoso Chalita, Nilson Guilherme Pereira Silveira
Early 1900s intercom at Olveston.
Olveston is a remarkable house in Dunedin. It was a family home from 1906 to 1966 and then preserved as a museum. The house has the same furniture and accessories from 1906, with very few amendments over the years. Its a snapshot of early 1900s. It was also ahead of its time when built, utilising the latest equipment available at the time (it even has the original electric fridge - and it still works).
Réseau : Intercom (89 Sens, CC du Sénonais)
Transporteur : Transdev Sénonais
Type : Volvo 7700
Parc : 04
Immatriculation : 1488 XP 26
Mise en service : Juin 2007
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Date de la photographie : 25 juin 2015
Lieu de la photographie : Sens, 89 Yonne, France
Auteur : © Éric TOURNIQUET
HAN: (sounding official) Everything is under control. Situation normal.
INTERCOM VOICE: What happened?
HAN: (getting nervous) Uh... had a slight weapons malfunction. But, uh, everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here, now, thank you. How are you?
INTERCOM VOICE: We're sending a squad up.
HAN: Uh, uh, negative. We had a reactor leak here now. Give us a few minutes to lock it down. Large leak... very dangerous.
INTERCOM VOICE: Who is this? What's your operating number? *Han blasts the comlink and it explodes*
HAN: Boring conversation anyway. (yelling down the hall) Luke! We're going to have company!
In de betere buurten werden spreekroosters vaak in voordeuren geplaatst. Het was de voorloper van de latere intercom.
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other than a little saturation, this photo has no fx. i know it looks posterized, but someone actually did cut loose with a spray can.
2020 Elf Off the Shelf
December 13, 2020
18/31
After the orientation meeting, answering all the annually repeated questions, and giving the same annually repeated answers, Santa assigns each elf to his or her station. Each station is a cubicle, with an intercom system between each cubicle. When needing to leave their cubical, each elf is to mask up, then report directly to where they need to go. Hand sanitizing stations are outside each of their doors, so when they hear the special Christmas song, they stop what they are doing and ‘scrub, rub, and sanitize’ for their protection.
Maurice looks around his cubicle and finds it essentially bare. No materials or tools. He hears a tapping on the Plexiglas window, and it is Dawn, the elf who will be supervising Maurice in their main project this year.
You guessed it: Making doll clothing. Maurice was a little disappointed. He had hoped to work on the train detail like he had done for many years. But apparently, there were enough elves with locomotive training to build the engines requested. Airplanes also saw a decline, as less and less children were fascinated by remote control planes, and wanted remote control drones instead. They wanted them because their parents wanted them so they can take selfies of themselves from way up in the sky.
Maurice figured out how to work the intercom system and said his greetings to Dawn. Dawn then introduces herself to him. “I’m Dawn, and I’ll be working with you to get all the doll clothes made for all those dolls who will need something to wear. Are you ready for the task?”
Maurice paused a moment and then replied, “I guess so. I’m not very handy at making clothing. I can wash, iron, and hang or put in a drawer, but to actually make anything I haven’t the experience.”
“Don’t worry, Maurice,” Dawn assured him. “We’ll teach you everything you need to know. The next step is to get your sewing machine installed and for you to trace the patterns and begin assembling the pieces. It’s a piece of cake!”
Maurice didn’t switch his intercom on but said, “A piece of cake for you, but for me, it will be like tough leather!”
“What’s that you said?” Dawn asked politely, thinking that Maurice hadn’t turned on his intercom.
“Oh, nothing. I wonder if we’ll be working with leather.”
“We could! That’s a great idea! Barbie dolls with leather jackets! That would be a great gift!”
Maurice didn’t know what he had just started.
Meanwhile, in the booth next to them, Harley checks out his workbench. His trusty hammer can accomplish anything; except if he couldn’t fix it with his hammer, then he knew it was an electrical problem. That’s a different elf’s expertise.
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"Cleanup on aisle four. Can I get a cleanup on aisle four."
The intercom shut off after the request. Walking down aisle 7, the baking aisle, where a woman and a small child. Lois Lane-Kent and Jonathan Kent.
"Devil's food, banana, vanilla… Jon what sounds- Jon!" The woman looked at her young son, placing a box of chocos into the shopping cart. His eyes widened. "I already told you, no cookies. We're making a cake."
The young child let out a small pout, before putting the box of cookies back onto the shelf. Lois couldn't help but laugh at the boy's pouting face. It looked just like his father's. She stepped over to him, lifting him up and placing him into the seat on the cart. "Now Jon, what flavor should we get?"
She watched the boy turn his head to the shelf. After examining for a moment he pointed. "That one."
She looked to see him pointing at red velvet. She smiled. "You may be a carbon copy of your father, but at least you have my taste buds. Let's go sweetie." After grabbing the box, she pushed the cart towards the register. She received a few looks, being a pretty famous reporter would do that to you.
After waiting in line for what felt like ages, she finally was able to ring up her groceries. The man bagged them, placing them into the cart for her. "Here you go ma'am. Have a nice day." She smiled at him, repeating the sentiment as she pushed the cart which held her son and the bags of food.
The air outside was nice and cool. Spring time had just hit and boy did it feel good. The sun was just starting to set, giving the sky a heavenly glow of golden orange. The smell of flowers blooming also was a nice touch, giving the parking lot a nice aroma.
Lois pushed the cart through the lot, arriving at her car. After getting Jon situated inside his booster seat, she popped the trunk and began loading groceries.
She was slowly loading the bags into the car when she realized her phone was oddly silent. As she pulled it out of her pocket, she raised her brow.
No new messages.
She thought it was strange. Clark should have been back by now, and usually would text when he returned home. She wanted to believe it was nothing, that he maybe had only fallen asleep, but her inquisitive nature took the lead. She quickly slammed the trunk shut and slid into the vehicle.
After twisting the key, the car started up. The radio was playing a tune, some modernized, upbeat version of Frere Jaques. Jon seemed to like it, so Lois kept it playing.
As she drove down the road, she softly hummed to the tune. She had to admit, it was damn catchy. While she hummed along, her mind went through some of the possibilities.
'Think rationally Lois. It's Clark. He probably went off to help earthquake relief in Haiti. He would have texted though, it isn't like him to not let me know at all. Maybe it's a villain, who's even out of prison these days?'
As the thoughts were running through her mind, she was snapped to reality by the voice of Jon. "Mom? Why's the sky like that?" Lois turned her head and let her eyes widen. The sky, just previously a warm golden orange, was now blood red. The clouds looked like they were stained with charcoal, a pitch blackness to them.
"What the-"
The radio suddenly changed. The happy tune was now an emergency broadcast. "Breaking news. Mere moments ago, a large, oval-like vessel planted itself directly behind the Lincoln Memorial. Large, white monsters have been exiting the vessel and are attacking civilians and the military."
Lois gasped at the radio message, chills running down her spine. Aliens are attacking… the white house no less. Her fingers snapped upon reaching a conclusion. "That's why Clark is silent right now." Exclaiming the idea out loud, only to have it shot out of the sky like a plane.
"With President Swanwick MIA and the military barely holding on, we must ask. Where the hell are the freakin’ heroes?!"
Lois's heart sank, fear rising up her arms. Her foot slammed on the gas, increasing her car's speed exponentially. She needed to get home. She needed to find him.
-~-~-
Clark slowly rubbed his eyes, the grogginess of sleep wearing off. He groans as he lifts himself up, immediately noticing something odd under his hands. 'Concrete? But I was just… It was then when he realized the sky. Dark, almost pitch black. "I could've sworn I got home at noo-"
Suddenly he is cut off. His body recoils through a nearby building as he's hit by something with the force of a semi truck. His body rolls along the floor of the building, stopping at a receptionist's desk, but no one is there.
"If I were you Superman, I would be on my knees."
The voice echoed in Clark's head. It was familiar, like an old scar. He slowly tilted his head up, seeing the man. Dinning his green power armor, Lex Luthor stood over the Man of Steel. "Luthor. How you- you're supposed to be in Striker's."
Clark attempts to stand but is hit with a boot to the chest, sending him back to the ground. "C'mon, Superman… don't you know who you're talking to?" As Lex chuckles at the remark, he dives forward in an attempt to tackle Clark. Clark narrowly dodges the charge, grabbing hold of the jets on Luthor's back. In a swift motion, Clark is able to crush the jets, all while swinging Luthor through a wall like he was a sledgehammer. Clark stumbles a bit, still not at full strength. He must be tired, the sun being blocked out not helping.
Luthor reappears, standing idle in the hole he was thrown through. The two rivals stared each other down, before Clark rushed towards his ginger adversary. A barrage of missiles were let out of Lex's armor, hitting Clark dead on. The force sent him through the building, back to the open street.
The Kryptonian struggles for a moment before standing, his chest heaving. 'This… this is too familiar. There has to be something wrong. The inner thoughts are cut off when Lex steps out of the building's hole.
"What, don't try and act like you didn't feel that one Superman." The man smirks as he watches Clark's chest move up and down. Clark only stares back at him.
"I don't know what… you did to my body… but if you really think you're going to get away with this… you aren't mu… much of a genius at all." Clark readies his fists, but falters when he hears Lex.
"Ok, Clark. Let's finish this."
Clark's eyes widen at the sound of his name. That's impossible. Lex couldn't have…
Lex pulls out a small kryptonite grenade, crushing it in his hand. The crystal-powder covers his fists as he rushes towards Clark. The Man of Steel attempts to dodge, but is too slow from the earlier hits. Lex hits him with his first right hook, then a jab to the gut. Clark swings, but Lex easily grabs the punch, slowly crushing his hand.
"Aghghgh!" Cries Clark, as his hand is crushed by the man, laughter filling his ears. As Clark drops to his knees, an uppercut from Lex's free hand sends him flying through the air. His body crashes into the street, leaving a sizable dent in the concrete.
"That didn't happen before."
-~-~-
The small car with Lois and Jon inside swerved around the busy corner. The streets of Metropolis were panicked, people rioting. An alien invasion has the entire world going psycho, especially if the heroes aren't helping.
Lois sped down the street, finally arriving at their home. She quickly leapt from the vehicle, grabbing Jon and sprinting towards the door.
It was open. The door was wide open.
She placed her some down, letting him stand behind her. "Jon, stay behind me. If anything happens, run to mommy's work and find uncle Jimmy." She slowly stepped inside, and gasped at the sight.
Her husband was laying on the floor, his body spasming around. Above him was… her? What in the world?
"Two mommas?" Asked Jon as he stared at the second Lois. The copy looked up from Clark's body, it's eyes twisting. They were a crimson red.
Lois's eyes widened. It was one of the aliens. "Jon… Jon run!"
Before either of the two could move, the beast transformed into its natural white form, leaping at them. Lois protectively shielded Jon, but the sound of a skull cracking caused her to look up.
In front of her stood a tall, green skinned man. He had blue pants and boots, a long blue cape draping to the floor around his ankles. His chest was covered in red straps, with a red star like symbol at the center. He had just uppercutted the white creature and was now facing Lois and Jon. His eyes were the same crimson red, but seemed different. They seemed… friendly.
"Hello Lois… Jon. My name is J'onn J'onzz, a friend of your husband." He gave them a small smile.
Lois looked at him, still not completely sure. "Are you connected to these white aliens? You have the same eyes." The man nodded.
"I will explain it all soon, but for now," his head shifted towards Clark, still on the floor, "I must save Superman."
-~-~-
The world around J'onn became dark, a blackness piercing his mind. Closing his eyes, he used his mind to sense the presence… fear. Clark was afraid.
His body turned, the abyss slowly being painted by color. A street. On the street were two men, one donning green power armor, the other in a blue and red suit. Superman was fighting Lex Luthor.
J'onn stepped towards them, letting his voice callout. "Superman! This is not real!" He watches as the man slightly turns his head, but is hit again. 'I must go assist him.' J'onn thinks to himself as he steps forward, only to be stopped by the sound of a familiar purr. His head turns to see a woman, dressed in navy blue with a gestapo hat on.
She held a flamethrower that purred at him. "I assume you are the failsafe J'ymm has told his elites to set up." The woman didn't speak, only pointing the weapon towards J'onn. "So be it."
-~-~-
The sound of it was ringing in his ears. That voice was familiar… but who? I know I've heard it before… a friend? Clark's thoughts were stopped short when his head slammed into the ground once again. The concrete breaking beneath him. He tilted his head up as Lex stepped away, lifting the spear from the ground.
"These pitiful beings look to you as a prophet…" He kicks at Clark's head, slamming it back down into the street, face first. "As a savior?" He grabs at his shoulder, rolling him onto his back. "But I see you. You're nothing but a false god, a fool with powers!"
SUPERMAN! THIS ISN'T REAL!
It was that voice again. Clearer this time. Clark recognized his friend… but he didn't meet him until...
As he raises his arms, the spear ready to plunge into Clark's stomach, Clark lights his eyes up. A ray of heat vision blasts from his retinas, hitting Lex square in the chest. The blast sends him several feet into the air, falling back to the ground with a crash. Clark brings himself to a stand.
"That's how you see me. As nothing. Some fool gifted with incredible abilities… maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just a boy from Kansas who has everything. Maybe I'm just a man who was handed the world on a silver platter." The Man of Steel soars through the air crashing into Lex. His armor plates crumble under him as he rolls along the street. "But more than you. I'm more of a hero. I'm more of a human. And I'll always be that. I may be Superman now, but I'll always be Clark Kent."
The ginger stands, his armor gone. His smile is long gone at this point. "You think you can still win?"
Clark raises his fists. "It's over Lex. Give up now."
"It's not over! You don't get to decide when it's over! I'll kill you, your wife, and your half-breed trash of a child! The world will know me as their savior!" Lex rushed forward, a small kryptonite dagger slipping from his sleeve. As he meets Clark, the dagger slides into the man's side, electing a scream of pain. "Ha! You left your blind spot open! You absolute filth!"
Clark looks up to him. "Maybe… but maybe… you should… pay more attention… to yours…" Lex lifts his head to see Clark's fist wound up. A single hit sends Lex crashing through the street. "As long as I'm around, you won't hurt them. You won't hurt anyone, ever again."
Around him, the world begins to fade. He looks around as buildings and rubble begins to disappear. He looked to his left, J'onn was there. He stood over and unconscious Mercy Graves. His body began to fade as he gave me a slight nod.
It was over. Superman was back.
-~-~-
Follow King Clown for issue three of DCU Justice League, releasing tomorrow!
Ricevo quotidianamente molte richieste di contatto, spiacente non ce la faccio a rispondere !
I daily receive a lot of applications of contact, sorry I don't make it to answer !
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"...CLONES, I said C L O N E S...!!! All C L O N E S report to duty-officer immediately... CHARLY LIMA OSCAR NOVEMBER ECHO SIERRA..."
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The Pittock Mansion is a French Renaissance-style château in the West Hills of Portland, Oregon, United States. It was built in 1914 as a private home for London-born Oregonian publisher Henry Pittock and his wife, Georgiana Burton Pittock. The mansion had many devices that were ahead of it's time including this intercom system.
The year was 2005. A man by the name of Jason Blood sat down in a large grouping of tables and chairs, a stage in front of all of them. A magic show was soon to be performed, by none other than Zatanna Zatara, daughter of Giovanni Zatara. While Jason studies actual, mystical forms of magic, he is fascinated by traditional stage magic, and occasionally likes to see it live. Chatter sparked in bits and pieces throughout the room, though Jason ignored it, and remained silent. He did come here by himself, after all. Later, all spotlights previously facing downward sparked, and faced the stage, causing all chatter to suddenly vanish. One voice is heard, however, which announced the show on an intercom of sorts…
Intercom: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, we are proud to unveil to you tonight’s performance, starring one of the greatest magicians who ever lived..! Put your hands together for the one, the only… Zatanna!!!
The red curtain was unveiled, revealing Zatanna, who twirled and frolicked wearing her signature dapper attire, while Jason and the rest of the crowd applauded. Loud music was playing. The music eventually came to an abrupt stop, causing Zatanna to pull off her hat, and bow to the audience.
Zatanna: Thank you, thank you all..!
She then placed her top hat back on her head, concluding her bow…
Zatanna: Now, for my first trick…
She put her hands behind her back for a second, before pulling out a long, black wand with small white tips on each end from behind herself, seemingly from thin air.
Zatanna: …I’ll need the assistance of my magic wand!
In the moment her hand was still behind her back, Jason had noticed something in her eyes. It was faint, but he could see that she was wearing contact lenses, and behind those fake shields of seemingly normal pupils was a flash of white glowing light. Jason assumed it must’ve been in his head, so he ignored it and kept enjoying the show, even though, as a magic user, he knew that a lot of spell-casting came with a flash of white glow in the spell-caster’s eyes.
Zatanna: I will also need the help of an audience member for this trick… Anyone?
A man close to the front raised his hand, a large and tight grin on his wrinkled face.
Man: I’d be happy to.
Zatanna: Wonderful!
She hopped down from the stage, managing not to slip even though she was in heels, while the spotlight still followed her. She faced the end of the wand towards the man, who was still smiling.
Zatanna: Now, I’d like you to take this wand, and snap it in half.
The man took the wand. He looked confused, though still slightly smirking, his head facing downwards, his eyes still locked on Zatanna’s.
Man: Are you sure about this?
Zatanna: Of course!
His at first shaking hands snapped the wand clean down the middle, which caused his hands to stop shaking. Jason brought his finger to his chin, watching the performance, curious to how the trick was going to play out.
Zatanna: Now, snap the two halves again, same as you did the first time.
He did as she instructed. She reached her hand out towards the man, palm facing upward. The man placed all four wand fragments in her hand… She placed them in her other hand behind her back, before revealing both hands with her palms upward. Both were empty. She then turned to a dark haired woman who was sitting beside the smiling man…
Zatanna: Check your purse.
She seemed slightly startled at first, but after a second or two she unzipped the leather purse beside her, revealing a perfectly intact wand.
Woman: My goodness..!
Zatanna: Tah-dah!
The crowd then applauded once more… Now that everyone’s eyes were on Zatanna, she put her hand behind her back again, before revealing she was now holding the wand. A majority of the crowd looked back at the purse, only to see the wand was no longer there. The applause became louder because of this. Jason was confused by how she did it, she was too far from the purse to have taken the wand without anyone noticing… Were strings involved? The possibilities flew through Jason’s mind, every time he convinced himself one wasn’t possible, he considered several more. He was so distracted by that trick, he failed to notice Zatanna now standing over him.
Zatanna: Would someone new like to help me with my next trick?
Jason was stunned, it felt like he blacked out for several minutes. The longer he thought, he realized how long it had been, now realizing she’d done several other tricks he was practically unconscious during. He then, for whatever reason, raised his hand.
Jason: I could assist you.
Zatanna: Alrighty..!
Suddenly, a deck of cards was in her hand. Now up close, Jason was certain he saw the quick flash of light in her eyes. She began shuffling the deck…
Zatanna: Now, say “stop” when ready.
Jason: Hm… Stop.
She stopped flipping through the cards. She pulled the card she stopped at out of the deck, and faced it at Jason and the rest of the audience, not looking at it herself. It was a 5 of clubs.
Zatanna: You’ve seen the card?
Jason: Mhm.
Zatanna: Brilliant…
She placed it back in the deck, still not looking at it. She began shuffling the deck again…
Zatanna: Say stop, same as last time.
Jason: Okay… Stop.
She pulled out the card, a 2 of spades, facing it to Jason.
Zatanna: Is this your card?
Jason: No, no it’s not.
Zatanna looked at it, confused…
Zatanna: Really? Oh, wait, I see the problem…
She shook the card, and turned it back to Jason, suddenly, it was the 5 of clubs. Jason saw the flash of light in her eyes again, along with a slight murmur of something from behind him… It sounded like a voice saying what to most would be considered gibberish, but Jason recognized as a spell. Either it was somehow all in Jason’s head, or the more likely explanation was that Zatanna was cheating in her magic trick, using real spells to make her traditional magic easier. She likely used this spell to teleport the first card to somewhere unknown, and teleport the 5 of clubs into her hand, to make the trick seem more impressive. Jason went along with it.
Zatanna: How about now?
Jason: …Wow. Yes, it is.
Zatanna held the card up to the audience, as the sound of applause returned to the room. Zatanna hopped back onto the stage…
Zatanna: Now, I hope you all enjoyed the show, but I think…
Zatanna rolled up her sleeve slightly, before she looked down at a watch.
Zatanna: …Yes, it’s now 9:30, which means our show is over. Exit the same way you came in, and have a good night!
“It’s already 9:30?” Jason then thought to himself. Everyone in the crowd was shuffling to the exit. Jason noticed Zatanna leaving through the door as well, and decided to follow her, and planned on asking her about the possible magic use. Then outside of the building, Jason saw how dark it had become. The bright, yellow moon looked down at him from above, ominously…
~Madam Web
Her Majesty's Yacht Britannia, also known as the Royal Yacht Britannia, is the former royal yacht of the British monarch, Queen Elizabeth II, in service from 1954 until 1997.
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