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Mother`s Day Special will cover following:
RAMMSTEIN TRIBUT
May 8th 2021
Lighthammer Arena
Project Babymetal and Project PassCode at Fox Hole Club Festivals
May 8th 2021
1:00 pm SLT
Project PassCode
2:00 pm SLT
Project Babymetal
Two fully choreographed sync-to-music tribute shows to Japanese music!
IMPORTANT NOTICE! PLEASE READ..
I have made a new Flickr account just for concerts. Those of you who want to see music pictures please follow www.flickr.com/people/192923458@N05/
Kunisaki Izumo Alter Ego. I will post this saturday pics also in this account but in the future they are all on that new account.
Mother`s Day Special will cover following:
RAMMSTEIN TRIBUT
May 8th 2021
Lighthammer Arena
Project Babymetal and Project PassCode at Fox Hole Club Festivals
May 8th 2021
1:00 pm SLT
Project PassCode
2:00 pm SLT
Project Babymetal
Two fully choreographed sync-to-music tribute shows to Japanese music!
==The Gotham Royal Hotel==
The West Balcony: Floor 22
Before either had had a chance to recover from their earlier misunderstanding, Gar and Jenna were joined on the balcony by David Franco, who took little notice of either of them whilst he concluded his phone call. Accompanying him, was Ramsey Rosso, the same bodyguard who had rudely intruded upon the pair's reunion earlier that night.
"Very good, Henry," Franco spoke into his phone. "Wait for me at the rendezvous." He cleared his throat, and tapped Jenna on the shoulder. "That was Henry, Jelly Bean. We should go." His previously smug smile faltered, when he finally noticed Lynns beside her.
'Jelly Bean?' Gar looked over at Jenna, catching her face turning ever so slightly red in embarrassment.
'Who's Henry? Another boyfriend?' Sharpe said to himself, still listening in on them through the comms.
"Who's Henry? Another boyfriend?" Gar repeated without thinking.
The muffled sound of Sharpe face-palming could be heard from the other side of the earpiece.
"Gar!" Jenna scowled reproachfully.
"Sorry," he spluttered. "Bad joke. I'm, uh, not very good at them.
"Apparently not," Franco glared at him suspiciously. "Jelly Bean?" he repeated impatiently. "Something I should know about?"
Jenna shook her head, her anger rising. "He was just sharing work notes, Davey. God! I'll be there in a sec."
"Jelly Bean-" he began.
"Don't call me Jelly Bean."
"Fine." Clearly irritated, Franco held his hands up in the air in defeat, and sauntered off.
'Smooth,' Sharpe whistled
Lobby: Ground Floor
They'd been sitting there for two hours now: Kuttler, was sat by the monitors, Mayo, was finishing off his third Big Belly Burger. So far, nothing. No loud noises, no booby traps, no intruders; just the drunk chattering of party guests on the security cameras, the smacking of Mayo's lips and the clacking of Kuttler's slender fingers on the nearby keyboard.
Bored, and still rather peckish, Mayo rolled his chair over to Kuttler's side, and let out a long yawn. "Still nothing?" he asked.
"The entire building is monitored by this security room. If there's a breach in protocol, we'll know," Kuttler said calmly.
"Kay, cool," Mayo nodded unsurely. "But, say... Mr Polka Dot's with them," he pointed out. "Couldn't he just... Portal them in?"
"The insulin that I spiked him with should keep him incapacitated for a few days, but in the event that it doesn't, we have a contingency. Here, screw this in," Kuttler instructed Mayo. 'Ah, it'll do,' he thought, as he added the finishing touches to the small device.
"You see," he elaborated, "The dots he peels from his costume are one thing, simple nanotechnology: The fireballs, the buzzsaws, the explosives... The ones he summons seemingly from thin air, are another matter entirely: rifts in the skin of reality which he harnesses from that infernal belt of his. Which is why I've cobbled together this old thing:" he stated, presenting Mayo with the finished device: a lightweight, black and grey square of some kind. "Be careful with it, it's not a toy. It's a dimensional neutraliser."
"Bit small isn't it? You really think that'll stop him?" Mayo asked, his scruffy mono-brow furrowing.
"It had better," Kuttler began, hastily changing his attitude upon registering the concern on Mayo's face. "I- Theoretically, yes. I tried out a prototype on The Folded Man some years ago. Imploded the poor man... Luthor, had wanted a contingency in-place in the event that Swift, Shade, ever betrayed us... Didn't quite pan out, these things never do...
This new one is non-lethal, per your friend Brown's specifications. It should simply sever the connection between him and the dimensions he harnesses his portals from. The only problem is, it needs to be directly applied to his costume for the signal to work, which is no small feat. I, am diabetic, and you... really should have diabetes too," he added, casting his eye towards the stack of fast food wrappers.
Mayo kicked the floor glumly. "That's not really fair... I exercise! Sometimes."
"Uhuh." Unmoved by his hurt feelings and feeble protests, Kuttler's attention was drawn elsewhere, as a faint sound pierced the air, like the whistle of the wind on a cold winter morning. "No, it's too soon..." he said under his breath. "Mayo," he whispered to his charge. "You need to get this device to Flannegan. He'll know what to do," he stated, placing the small device into the palm of Mayo's hand.
"Got it," Mayo replied dutifully, tucking it inside one of his mismatched socks. "But what about you-?"
"I'll manage," Kuttler stated, as he opened a drawer beneath his desk, retrieved a syringe and a small torch, and strutted off into the direction of the noise. As he loaded the syringe with insulin, his hand was intercepted by a bony arm.
"Uh uh," a voice responded. "You're not taking me out the same way twice.
"How the hell did you get in here?" Kuttler asked.
"I cycled. How the fuck do you think? I Portaled in. Jesus, and you're meant to be the smart one," the intruder answered with a curled lip, almost offended by the question
"Ah, Krill," Kuttler spoke, pointing his torch at the intruder's face with his free hand. "You're looking well. For someone recovering from an insulin overdose."
The torchlight glinted off the plastic feeding tube around Krill's nose, and he winked back unabashedly. "Oh, all better now, thank you," he gestured with his right hand, tightening his grip on Kuttler's wrist with his left. "I ate a dozen Knickerbocker Glories and a New York cheesecake on the way over here. You would not believe the amount of traffic there is on my commute."
"I agree. I wouldn't," Kuttler remarked.
Distracted, Krill turned to Mayo's abandoned soda, dabbed the straw, and took an obnoxious slurp of the liquid. "So, Pointless," he slurped, taking a note of the discarded food wrappers, "Who else is here?"
"Whatever do you mean?" Kuttler asked aerily.
Seeing through the lie, Krill snapped impatiently. "Now, don't play coy, you diabetic doughboy. No way you ate all this by yourself."
"Must've been the hotel staff," he said blankly.
Impatient, Krill shoved him aside, and marched into the main annex. Kuttler, breathed a sigh of relief: Mayo, was nowhere to be seen. 'He's quicker than I expected,' he thought privately.
Still unconvinced, Krill slapped Kuttler across the face. "If it was the hotel staff's, then how come the soda's still cold, you prick? How come the ice ain't melted?" he spat.
'Abner, what's taking so long?' a voice called into Krill's headset, and the Polka Dot Man reluctantly turned his attention away from the fast food investigation.
"Had a run in with one of your boys that's all," he relaxed.
'Charlie?' the voice asked excitedly.
"Nah: Kuttler, the science nerd. The one I was telling you about."
'Is he going to be a problem?'
Krill smirked as he looked down at Kuttler's stirring body. "Shouldn't think so, no," he replied, as he swung his leg back, and kicked him in the stomach.
~-~
"Boss, the passcodes worked, looks like Krill's contact was true to his word," a henchman spoke. "The building is ours."
"There's a surprise..." Day muttered, as he knelt down beside Kuttler's bloodied figure. "Is he alive?" he inquired.
"Yeah, yeah. I know you have a fetish for these clowns," Krill replied.
Day tutted disapprovingly. "You shouldn't have attacked him."
"He shouldn't have stuck a syringe of insulin in my neck. Lousy git anyhow: all the charm and warmth of a weekday Wetherspoons. What do you want me to do with 'im?"
A thin smile broke across Day's face. "Bring him upstairs. It's high time we introduced ourselves."
North Corridor. Floor 22
Drury put his finger to his temple, and frowned. "That's weird," he noted.
"What?" Gaige asked grumpily.
"Getting some kind of interference from the lobby..." Drury addressed Gaige, before returning to his earpiece. "Ballroom team, this is Drury: We've lost contact with Kuttler. Mayo too. I repeat; the lobby team has been compromised. Make your way over to the east hallway, and we'll work out a plan."
"What about the guests?" Chuck asked. "Shouldn't we notify them-?"
"Not Jules' target," Drury assured him. "Just you lot head on over to the east hall. I'll be there shortly."
The Ballroom: Floor 22
Mid conversation with Manga Khan, Rigger replied "Copy that."
Now with an excuse to escape the mug-based conversation that had, by his estimate, been going on for about half an hour, he looked over towards the emergency exit sign, and started to move towards it. "Ok, that's really interesting," he said agitatedly, barely listening to Manga's lecture.
"See, it is interesting. People think mugs are simple, and they are, but there's so much more to it!" the golden man cackled enthusiastically.
"I tell you what," Rigger said, cutting Manga off, and handing him a small business card. "Here, is my work number. Call that whenever, and we can talk more about those mugs of yours, eh, bud?"
As Rigger walked to the door, his phone started to buzz, and as he glanced over his shoulder, sure enough there was Manga, holding the phone to his ear expectantly.
"Well, um, well not now obviously," Rigger stammered into the receiver.
Sionis Penthouse: Floor 48
"Penthouse team, how can we help?" Reardon asked.
"You can start by getting Sionis somewhere safe," Drury's voice responded. "Is there someplace he can lay low? A place Day wouldn't know about?"
"Wouldn't be much of a mob boss if there wasn't... There's a series of old service tunnels below the building. They come out beneath the south Steel Mill. Reinforced steel, would've survived the quake," Sionis spoke.
"Can you get to it from there?" Drury inquired.
"Sure. There's an opening on the thirteenth floor... the architects were superstitious like that."
"Go," Drury advised.
North Corridor: Floor 22
Tilting his head back to Gaige, Drury smiled apologetically. "Sorry about that; duty calls," he stated, hesitating slightly. "We can talk more later, but just- Look," he paused. If you're planning to start a gang war here, tonight, I really need to know," he pleaded.
"Oh, like you were planning on telling me about Day?" Gaige rolled his eyes. "God, you are a self important ass sometimes..."
"It's part of my charm," Drury joked.
"No, it's pretty fucking tedious actually."
"Just, listen, the Misfits... they're a family to me. Always have been. And, well, right now, they need me. If their safety, is in any way jeopardised because of some revenge scheme, then-"
"No. No, they aren't," Gaige stated, cutting him off. "You have a family," he reminded him. "Three kids that, right now, need their father far more than the Dice Boy or the Hang-Glider ever have. It's time you remembered that. Those weirdos, those friends of yours? They're grown men. Strange, yes. Degenerates, abso-fucking-lutely. But grown men all the same."
Drury paused. "Four kids," he corrected Gaige.
"Squealy girl, emo boy and the pre-schooler. Who am I missing?"
"Simon. Lightning Bug?"
"Ah, the Superhero," Gaige said disdainfully. "See that's what happens when you don't have a father figure in your life... What goes around comes around, I guess," he added regrettably. "Take you, for example, stuck in some pointless war with Ted Carson, who's that for? It's not for your kids. It's not for your Misfits, so don't give me that bullshit; Even if those weirdos were dependant on you, and they're not, it's not their fight. It's not their war. It's yours-"
"Now, you wait a second, I didn't want this-! Any of this!" Drury argued.
"-And for a long time now, you've been treading water, doing the same old crap, in a bitter bloody cycle: You trap him: he escapes, you kill him: he's resurrected- doesn't matter, either way he's back, so he seeks revenge... you have a dick measuring contest...then once you're bored, you kill him again- or bring in someone else who can-"
"That's not fair! Carson struck first. He ran over Gar, he got the cops on my tail, he tried to murder me at Gotham General. If I'd left the Misfits alone, there's no telling what he'd have done. They're safer by my side!"
"Hah. That's not strictly true, is it?" Gaige growled. "I'm sure it was fun, at first. That little Tom and Jerry routine of yours. But then, his daughter got involved: then it was a problem. Cause now- Daddy's out of the picture, and it doesn't look like he's coming back.
And she's young, and grief stricken, so she uses her inheritance, a little from her dad, a little from her mom and her creepy uncle, and she backs the Society.
So what do you do? You go to the League of fucking Assassins, and you ask them for help. So don't- Don't tell me that I wasn't there, that I don't understand your, uh, family feud, cause I do. My daughter died for it, and the Misfits will die for it until you learn to let them, and this fucking war of yours, go. Break the fucking cycle."
Drury stared into Gaige's eyes, the same eyes he'd kept hidden behind a scarf or diving helmet since before they'd met, and he swallowed. "Yes, sir," he said coldly, as he walked down the hallway. Passing him on his way out, was David Franco, looking slightly disheveled, and his ever-present bodyguard. Composing himself, the White Mask approached Gaige and smiled his usual insincere smile.
"Physician, it's time," he celebrated with an unwelcome hug. "Oh; bee-tee-dubs, I caught what you said to that moth loser; some of it, that is. Fucking wild man. Well said, just wish I'd had my phone on me-"
Very suddenly, Gaige grabbed Franco by his collar and flung him against the concrete wall. "That 'moth loser' is the Demon Slayer. Show him some fucking respect."
As Franco attempted to wriggle free of Gaige's iron grip, Rosso moved in to intervene, as large black veins rose to the surface of his skin.
"Not... Now... Ramsay..." Franco gasped, as his skin flushed a deep red.
"You three, stop!" a fourth man interrupted them.
Gaige dropped Franco to the ground, as he turned around.
A group of armed henchmen had blindsided the trio, their machine guns aimed at their chests. "You're coming with us," the leader of the group announced.
Gaige's eyes narrowed, as he examined each of the thugs in turn. "Is that a bobble hat, son?" he raised an amused eyebrow.
==Bathroom: Floor 22==
"Sir is a big boy now, Major, he can wash his hands aaaaaaalllll by himself," Dufus announced proudly.
"I ain't taking that chance," Booker replied agitatedly. "I've seen where you put those oversized sausage fingers when you think no one's looking. Eating boogers... Boogers! This! Was our chance to hit the big leagues!"
"You always say that, Maj," the Mighty Bruce replied tiredly.
"And, Bruce! I'm always right! I can't help it if an army of penguins or the JLI, or an unforeseen, overbearing night school teacher gets in our way sometimes."
"Every time."
Before he had time to think up a retort, Booker was interrupted by some kind of commotion outside. "What was that?" he wondered from a moment, then shrugged. "Meh, someone else can handle it."
The Ballroom: Floor 22
"Woo! Gotta give ol' Black Face this, he knows how to throw a party," Abner Krill declared loudly as Gaige, Franco and Rosso were escorted into the main ballroom, their hands raised above their heads in surrender. The other guests were all huddled together in the center of the room, kept at bay by more of The Calendar Man's armed henchmen.
Day himself, was stood on the stage, a large spherical drum positioned behind him. "Round up the stragglers," he murmured to his closest henchmen. "There's always one or two troublemakers... Lock down the elevators and bring anyone you find to the ballroom." The henchmen, unbeknownst to the crowd, were Joker goons, and each wore matching Christmas jumpers and hats, no doubt per Day's request. "Now, ladies, gentlemen, Misfits... would you all mind staying where you are. Please, draw your attention to the device behind me. Some of you, may have already recognised it, but for those of you not in the know-"
Kuttler, let out a strained cough as one of the henchmen dragged him to the front of the stage.
"Mr Kuttler," Day smiled. "Do you mind explaining to the crowd what this device is?"
"Screw you..." Kuttler spat.
"Come now, Noah. No need for that," Day responded. The closest thug, slammed Kuttler in the face with the butt of their gun. "Let's try that again," Day drawled.
"It's a dispersal device," Kuttler mumbled.
"Louder, please."
"It's a dispersal device. Loosely based on Stagg's Cloudburst, the device that the Society... my Society... used in it's attack on the city two years ago."
"That it is. Don't worry, it's harmless, empty, inactive: Just for show, a visual aide if you like. It's sister device, which is being planted somewhere in this building as we speak, is not. That, is armed with a chemical concoction that you may well be familiar with. Fearless."
In the crowd, Drury reached for his holstered cocoon gun and motioned to Chuck and Gar. 'Fearless,' he mouthed anxiously.
Chuck, put his hand against his breast pocket, reaching not for the holstered gun, but rather the small capsule of medication Kuttler had given him earlier that week. 'A last resort,' he reminded himself, privately dismissing what he considered to be a very dangerous train of thought. 'A last resort only.' He would not stoop to the same underhanded tactics that claimed his boy's life. He couldn't.
"But do not be alarmed," Day continued unimpeded. "Fearless is not a curse. It is my tool, my gift: a liberating baptism, to wash the doubt and anxiety from your minds."
At this, a robotic voice cleared his throat.
"Excuse me, good sir," Manga Khan interrupted. "Excuse me, but if it's a barter you want, a barter you'll get. I will gladly take your primitive little dispersal devices, and in return, you will be placed on the waitlist for my spring fashion line."
"What's that idiot doing?" Drury hissed at Rigger.
"Hell if I know," he replied.
"Well, he's going to get himself killed." Flannegan stated.
Day's brow furrowed, his usual cool demeanor shattered. "I don't- What is this? What-? Did someone- Did someone bring a robot here?" he asked Manga.
"That, is Lord Manga," Krill explained. "Think QVC in space. Do you still do those 'I'm with Stupid' shirts?" he asked.
Manga, gestured to his robotic aide. "That 'robot' is L-Ron, my servant, secretary and lackey, thank you very much. And yes, I do."
"I do wish you wouldn't call me that, M'Lord," the stubby robot at Lord Manga's side stated.
"What's wrong with 'secretary?' It's a vital and well respected position in any given organisat-"
With a toss of one of Krill's buzzsaw-like dots, Manga's head was sliced cleanly sliced off its' shoulders, as it clattered to the ground, its' body following soon after. A cloud of pink mist rose from the armour and floated out through the open window.
"I can always get the shirt off Amazon," Krill justified his decision.
Day nodded, shaken slightly by the encounter. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to leave you in the more than capable hands of my henchmen. I, have a grievance to air with your host. Abner!" he clicked his tongue.
"Minute. Want to see if they've got any of those mini eclairs."
With Day distracted, Drury and company tuned into their communication devices.
"Can anyone hear me? Mr Moth? It's Mayo. We're in something of a pickle here. Krill's here, took The Calculator, I think. Maybe."
"Gee, where were you ten
minutes ago..." Gar mumbled.
"Under a desk," Mayo said nonchalantly.
"Mitch, Mr Moth was dad's name. Call me, Drury, please," Drury reprimanded him.
"Forget about that, Dru. Mayo, you're free?" Chuck stammered.
"Yeah! Listen, I'll come to you!" he said confidently.
"No, wait, don't," Drury hissed.
...
"Please don't."
But the plea fell on deaf ears: For now, the fate of every man, woman and Misfit in the Gotham Royal rested in the greasy hands of the Condiment King.
Project PassCode - The Fox Hole Festivals
Project PassCode concert in Second Life
Saturday, November 13th 2021
4:00 pm SLT
The Fox Hole Festivals
Vivienne and Mirelle Part 1: Mirelle
A Sky Port Bury story, never written down, but whispered near the fire exit of Club Argent.
Vivienne Ravenwood did not sleep alone. That was known.
Omalley Dakota—manager of the Crimson Alcove and broker of pleasures both fleeting and fatal—sent girls to The Ravenwood when the nights got long and the drinks too quiet. It was a system. Clean. Cordial. One night only. No strings, no repeats. Vivienne took them like she took her whiskey: unflinching, detached, beautifully precise.
The girls came and went. None were asked to stay. None ever did.
Until Mirelle.
The girl—Mirelle, they called her, though that likely wasn’t her name—arrived like the others: brushed smooth and polished bright, trained in more than touch. She was meant to be a distraction.
She poured Vivienne’s drink herself—two fingers, no ice, silence. Sat without invitation. Waited one long minute before speaking.
“I heard you forgot how to be touched like a woman, not a weapon.”
Vivienne didn’t flinch. Didn’t speak.
But she didn’t send her away.
That should’ve been the end. It wasn’t.
Mirelle returned the next night, uninvited. And the next. Vivienne let her. The unspoken system fractured, and no one commented—not even Omalley. Perhaps because she knew better. Or perhaps because she didn’t dare.
It had been a long time since Vivienne had felt anything but repetition in the rituals of pleasure. The one-night rhythms had dulled. The intimacy felt hollow—performed, not felt. Mirelle didn’t offer novelty. She offered silence. Presence. The rare kind that didn’t need to fill the space with noise.
And Vivienne, who should have known better, didn’t resist.
Because Mirelle didn’t come with leverage. She didn’t angle for favor. She didn’t pretend to be special.
She simply stayed. And Vivienne took her for safe.
Not harmless—but containable. Predictable. Like a quiet night with no storm on the horizon.
Mirelle didn’t just share the bed—she absorbed the room. She knew how Vivienne liked her gloves stacked. Which decanter meant approach, which meant retreat. She tuned the surveillance feeds for silence without asking, rotated the internal grid to dark mode before Vivienne reached for the controls.
Vivienne didn’t stop her.
Mirelle touched the weapons, the antiques, the edges of Vivienne’s world without flinching. She didn’t ask questions, but she knew which ones not to ask. She called her “V.” Vivienne let her.
And little by little, Vivienne allowed her close.
A ledger left open for just a moment too long. A passcode handed over in distraction. A backdoor relay point mentioned in passing—and not revoked.
It wasn’t just affection.
It was access.
But there was something else, too.
A stillness that settled in Vivienne’s bones after Mirelle left the room. A sense that—for once—being known wasn’t a threat, but a comfort.
And maybe, just maybe, Vivienne Ravenwood had found something more than a distraction.
Maybe she’d found a partner.
Addendum to Part 1
A moment Vivienne never speaks of—not even to herself.
It was the third time Mirelle stayed the night without being asked.
The storm shutters had drawn themselves tight against a dust drift coming in off the upper rings, and the top floor of the hotel—Vivienne’s private residence—was quieter than usual. Just the low hum of perimeter sensors and the soft tick of cooling metal.
Vivienne sat at the end of the bed, half-dressed, combing out her hair with slow, mechanical care. She never wore it down. Not in front of anyone. But Mirelle didn’t comment.
She just approached—barefoot, loose robe, no makeup—and knelt behind her, wordless. Took the comb from Vivienne’s hand and began to move it through her hair, gently, patiently, as if the strands were silk thread and time was something neither of them owed anyone else.
Vivienne closed her eyes.
Not out of pleasure.
Out of surrender.
Mirelle’s fingers grazed her temple. She said nothing—no teasing, no coaxing. Only:
“You can rest now. Just tonight. I’ve got the door.”
Vivienne didn’t answer.
But she didn’t reach for her weapons, either.
She let herself be touched—not handled. Let herself be known—without retreat.
Later, they lay facing one another in the near-dark. Mirelle’s hand rested over Vivienne’s ribs, warm and steady.
“You don’t shake,” she whispered.
“Not anymore,” Vivienne replied.
“I think you do. You just wait until you’re alone.”
Vivienne didn’t deny it. Didn’t deflect.
Instead, she reached for Mirelle’s wrist and held it there—against the pulse, the place where breath slows and armor breaks.
And for one night, Vivienne forgot she was alone.
Photo by Kassi Aeon www.flickr.com/photos/163927619@N03/
4 PBM years anniversary show at The Akipelago
The only BABYMETAL tribute band in Second Life celebrates its 4th anniversary
Saturday, March 26th 2022
1:00 pm with DJ YUI
2:00 pm Project PassCode
3:00 pm Project Babymetal 2 hours anniversary show
All in the beautiful regions of The Akipelago
Project PassCode - The Fox Hole Festivals
Project PassCode concert in Second Life
Saturday, November 13th 2021
4:00 pm SLT
The Fox Hole Festivals
The urban landscape is full of opportunities for an observant eye. Besides the obvious opportunities to discover people going about their lives in everyday situations, there are inanimate scenes that, when observed carefully, present themselves almost as paintings. Scenes like this one make me feel like I am painting on a canvas with my camera.
Tomorrow night, at 7pm Chicago Time (CST) which is 8pm for most of you in Indiana, Tamarkin Camera and Leica Camera USA will be broadcasting an Artist's Talk discussing my new book "Shooting". You can watch this broadcast by simply clicking the link below a few minutes before the event is set to start; make sure you have the latest version of the Zoom app installed on your computer:
leicacamerausa.zoom.us/j/84711929506?pwd=0FLKzBk2NNOwUpap...
Meeting ID: 847 1192 9506
Passcode: 534544
"Shooting" is photo essay that points a bright light on two relevant topics in our society: the ease of access to guns by the mentally ill, and the ability of art (in my case photography) to heal the impacts of significant trauma. It is a true story of what happened to me and my family, over 60 years ago, when a mentally ill man walked into our home with a loaded shotgun, shot my father and nearly killed him, then shot my mother at point blank range and instantly killed her. Me, my family, and in many respects, the entire community, was never the same.
"Shooting" tells the story, in words and in photographs, of not just a horrific shooting with a gun, but how shooting with a camera was instrumental in healing the trauma I had so deeply buried inside my soul for forty years. It is a truly spellbinding story of love, loss, grief, struggle, faith, hope, and recovery.
On the next day, Friday March 1, you will be able to purchase "Shooting" by going to my website: www.jsricephotography.com
Once you are on my website, simply click on the heading "Books", select "Shooting" and then place your order. I have published a limited edition of only 250 copies of this book and I have not yet decided whether additional press runs will be made should the First Edition sell out. So if you are interested, I suggest you make your purchase sooner rather than later, as the book is on sale internationally. The cost is only $40 (USD) plus shipping.
Chicago, IL
2023
© James Rice, All Rights Reserved
From there it was a few city blocks walking and they arrived at the subway station.
Construction on the Pittsburgh subway network had only just begun shortly before the Choke took hold. While the old below-ground Light Rail lines had been renovated and expanded throughout the downtown area, the planned branches further from the city center had been left only partially finished. Only recently had operations resumed, but not for the original building plans.
The pair followed the stairs underground. The station was bare bones in terms of furnishing, nothing but crumbling concrete, support beams, and scaffolding. Not even the train rails had been installed, leaving a barren channel where they would have been fixed. There were clear signs of water damage. Only in the last decade had workers been able to install autonomous pump systems to clear floodwater from the tunnelways.
The two proxy operatives paid little mind to the station. They instead followed along the platform to a security checkpoint. The shiny metal door, scan-pad, and low-voltage light fixture stood out amongst the rest of the decrepit environment. Kelly unclipped her ID tag and held it against the pad. A beep sounded and a holographic keypad lit up, to which she entered in her assigned passcode. A moment passed before a beep sounded in confirmation.
The metal doors slid open and the group stepped into the middle of the decontamination chamber. It was here that the old world ended, and the modern world began...
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Low light scenes definitely seem to be my strong suit. The past few parts I wasn't as proud of, but this one turned out great.
Lens used:
Fujian 35mm f/1.7
Set to (I think?) f/5.6
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Worst job ever, babysitting. Following some Royal nervous wreck around. She doesn't even know why we're guarding her, actually, she does....
"Why are you following me?"
RC-2234: That's classified.
"I want to know"
RC-2343: Well, we're not going to tell you.
"If you boys don't tell me why you're following me, I'm going to call the military!!
'Snickering'
RC-2343: Ma'am, we are the military.
I'm sooo glad I signed up for this, oh wait, I didn't.
Within thirty minutes of hanging up the phone, I was at Patton Arms. I walked in the building where Arnold met me in the lobby. They even had a cup of coffee prepared for me. Arnold led me through many corridors and doors with passcodes and eye scans. Down deep into the undergrounds of Patton Arms, we reached our destination. We were standing in front of a glass window, presumably bulletproof. Behind the window was a completely gray test dummy. Then, a man in fireproof clothing holding some type of hilt stepped out onto the floor in front of the dummy. Arnold nodded at him. The man then lifted up a hilt as a wire started coming out of it. When all of the wire was out of the hilt, it suddenly started flaming. The man swung the whip around in the air several times; he then lashed the whip forward towards the dummy, wrapping it with the fiery whip like a snake engulfing its prey. The entire dummy caught fire. The man holding the whip loosened the grip of the whip while turning of the flame and retracting it. When the man did this, two other Patton Arms workers came in with fire extinguishers, aiming them at the incinerating test object. Arnold smirked and turned to me. "I'm guessing the awe on your ace insinuates that you like it."
"Like is definitely an understatement. And you want me to use this?"
"Yes. I'd like you to sort of 'test drive' it in real life settings."
"What's the catch?"
"Well.... y'see it's been having these malfunctioning problems..."
"What type of problems?"
"Well, it only works for about twenty seconds at a time, and occasionally the fire gets out of control at the end of the twenty."
"That's it?"
"Yup."
"I'll take it!"
"Good then! Now I have some new armor pieces I wanna show you. These will cost you though..."
"Eh, I figured it would happen eventually."
Ms. Essay serves as the co-chair of the Collections and Exhibits Committee for the Missouri History Museum’s upcoming Gateway to Pride exhibit. For over a year her work with the committee has been focused on obtaining LGBTQ+ related materials for the Historical Society’s Library and Research Center that might also find their way into the museum’s exhibit.
By the latter months of 2022, more than enough materials had been collected to provide for the exhibit and the focus of the committee has thus shifted from collections to exhibit design.
The museum staff has recently been working on the design and physical layout of the exhibit. A January 10, 2023 Zoom meeting was scheduled to update committee members with a walkthrough presentation of the preliminary exhibit design layout.
For this early evening Zoom meeting, Ms. Essay chose to wear the cranberry red polka dot dress she had been gifted just weeks earlier. Unlike prior Museum scheduled Zoom meetings, this Zoom gathering was in “webinar” mode and only the presenters were viewable to the attendees who logged-in to the meeting. Thus in theory, Ms. Essay could have worn a bath robe and flip flops since no one saw her and the presenters on their own screens only saw her log-in name and e-mail address.
This uploaded image is a 3-part collage of smartphone screen prints that shows at the top the view after logging-in 2 minutes before the scheduled start of the meeting. The middle view shows the layout diagram for the exhibit and the bottom view was the title graphic for the start of the meeting.
This webinar lasted approximately 60 minutes and was recorded. Below is a link and passcode to that recording of the webinar should you be interested in viewing it:
us02web.zoom.us/rec/share/nBvjL-LTFixs0O20YMuONmYTW6XqnTK...
Use Passcode: !zf8QRnB
Young man detained during murder investigation.
Attributions
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www.heraldtimesonline.com/life/mobile-apps-i-d-like-to-se...
www.columbusdefensefirm.com/underage-dui-cases-ohio/
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www.americanow.com/story/crime/2018/02/03/man-sexually-as...
www.robertmhelfend.com/criminal-defense/how-get-felony-ex...
www.johntumeltylaw.com/blog/juvenile-crimes-follow-forever/
lawtrack.com/tips-for-dealing-with-an-unjust-arrest.html
www.reference.com/world-view/definition-social-ill-8e913e...
ktar.com/story/2149393/heres-how-many-dui-arrests-occur-d...
www.wlrn.org/2016-11-14/number-of-juvenile-arrests-plumme...
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www.inspiremore.com/softball-slap-and-embezzlement/
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gallagherdefense.com/crimes/disorderly-conduct-mn/
www.mooncriminallaw.ca/ive-been-arrested-what-now/
ruyalardunyasi.com/ruyada-hirsizlik-yapmak-ve-yakalanmak
www.stevebolinglaw.com/practice-areas
brandyaustinlaw.com/lawyer-practice-areas/criminal-defens...
www.rickcoferlaw.com/juvenile-charges.html
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www.medillnews847.com/madeinchicago/fdla/fdlagame.html
For the Missouri History Museum’s upcoming (2024) “Gateway to Pride Exhibit” of St. Louis LGBTQ+ history, Ms. Essay serves as the Co-Chair of the Collections & Exhibits Subcommittee. A portion of the materials and oral personal histories collected thus far for the exhibit are currently viewable on-line at the following link
gtp.mhs.yourcultureconnect.com/e/home
A recently available video recording of a presentation that shared diagrams and sketches related to the initial design for the in-museum “Gateway to Pride Exhibit” can be viewed using the link below, with the passcode, !zf8QRnB
us02web.zoom.us/rec/share/nBvjL-LTFixs0O20YMuONmYTW6XqnTK...
In February of 2023, the Museum convened via Zoom a Steering Committee meeting of all the chairpersons of the exhibit’s sub-committees to further discuss the design for the upcoming in-museum exhibit as well as receive an update on the fundraising efforts to meet the estimated $1.8 million budget for the exhibit.
During the Zoom meeting’s initial introductory phase, Ms. Essay took that opportunity to capture a screenshot of herself and three (3) of the several other meeting participants.
يآليـت آقـدر آدخـل قلـوب البشـر
وآعـرف يآصآحبـي مكآنتـي فيهـآ
يمكـن آحـد يعزنـي ومآعنـدي خبـر
ويمكـن نـآس آحبـهآ وآنـآ مخدوعـه فيهـآ !
il model my brother people :-)
tagged by Coαch |αdy♥ and ● ● mlk.яσOσ7i ™ to write 10 things I hate ;)
1- اكره شي اسمه حشرات ><
2- اكره اللي مغترين بعمرهم وشايفين نفسهم كلش وهم ولا شي ;)
3- اكره ان احد يفرض علي رايه او يغصبني على شي مابيه v_v
4- اكره شي بحياتي لما اكلم حد ومايرد علي سواء عالواقع , المسن , الفون ;@
5- اكره لما اكون متعلقة بانسان ويتغير علي عشان شخص ثاني =( !
6- اكره لما اكون بزي واحد يناديني الف مرة بالذات وقت الطلعة -_- !
7- اكره لما احط املي بشي ويخيب املي :"(
8- اكره كلمة "اها" بشكل ماتتصورووونه ;Pp
9- اكره البنات اللي يتصنعون الدلع بالذات اللي يبلعون بالحروف يعني غصبا عن الكل انا حليمة بولند ! جد ايييو ;S
10- اكره لما احط شي ببالي ومايصير !! حتى اذا اطلع اشتري شغلة وما ألقاها او تكون مخلصة عادي اثوووور =/
I tagg all of you (6) ;Pp
Yay to Laurie for uploading some photos on my flickr for me. It takes a real friend to take your photos and ask your passcode and take care of your hobby for you.
紀錄片「星期天的女孩」制作人Sam曾拍攝一系列關於外傭休假的活動，今集「攝影是」除了分享制作理念外，亦嘗試探討對電視劇「塗黑臉」事件的看法。
內容：記錄片制作及理念分享
Zoom 線上會議 Meeting ID: 873 9933 5989
Passcode: 081976
uow-au.zoom.us/j/87399335989?pwd=bUZQQ0hDWjJHM3hyVkZON1pO...
講者: Sam Ginger
香港設計師協會會員，曾任職電影台編導及大專講師。攝影及錄像作品獲得公開比賽獎項。
日期：18 Apr 2022 (星期一）
時間：晚上11時正 （ 10:50 登入)
語言：廣東話
I know. I know. It's hard to believe, but I'm back in the Alltel Store again!! Once again my Treo 700p was not pairing with my Motorola H700 BlueTooth. I didn't have to wait long to see Marie who was the first person to refuse to let me take her portrait for my "100 Strangers Project." And that's after Tammie told her that I did a good job on her picture! Marie said that she was 4 months pregnant and was "puffy." I didn't get her picture, but she paired my BlueTooth with my phone, and she WROTE DOWN the instructions (I can't find the instructions that came with it.); so, I'll be able to fix it myself the NEXT time. YAY!
Earpiece: Hold the call button until solid light. Let go of the call button. Then open the flap.
Phone: Tap on Bluetooth. Tap on Setup Devices. Tap on Hands Free Setup. Tap on Next. Select H700. Passcode: 0000
Kudelski and Mastercard are showing me the credit card of the future. This model can generate a new passcode on the fly, so if your card's number gets copied it won't be able to generate the right passcode.
UPDATE: I do believe I got it figured out here, folks. I had myself protected from new software by using a passcode on my Touch. Once I disabled my passcode (which, of course, requires that you touch your passcode into your touch), then iTunes stops with the annoying error message and begins to update your iPod. I knew I could figure it out if I tried hard enough. But frankly, I don't know if this is a feature or a bug... I do know, however, it's not the sort of behavior Apple would prefer, and if they want you to have to enter your passcode before updating your software, then that's what the message should be... and you shouldn't have to disable it. In fact, you should be able to enter it directly from iTunes, shouldn't you? I should think so. Feel free to tell me your experience or disagreements or annoyances or grumblings in the comments. And enjoy the rest of your Wednesday.
end update
Thanks for the update for my iPod Touch, Steve. I don't mean to take any of the air out of your keynote, but just to be clear? I'm not enjoying this message so much. Also? Twenty bucks so I can get mail, take a note not to forget the milk (again), and have my iPod tell me where I am? That kind of sucks. Especially given that if I'm in range of wifi, google apps make those things absurdly unnecessary.
Why do I suddenly feel like the bastard son of a telephone?
Will I spend the twenty bucks? Probably. Because I's a sucker and a Touch addict. But I'll grumble about it. I'lll grumble about it a lot. Especially once the SDK is released and an open source mail app and notes app and whatever else app becomes available to kick the hell out of these and force apple to make the twenty dollar greed fee go away.
Of course, if I would have waited twenty days before getting my Touch, these would have been included (I hesitate to use the word "free" on a four hundred dollar item).
But this is all kind of moot until I can get 1.1.3 to load. It better not be moot for long or I'll demand a Genius Bar installed in Spokane.
A guy can dream, can't he?
Blessings, y'all. I'm sure it's simply a matter of time. But I'm impatient. Mr. Jobs made it all look so easy (as always) in the keynote.
(No fair, by the way, holding the keynote while flickr is having a massage, then blaming the only glitch on said host of hosts.)
And yes, my iPod Touch's name is "Fly." What of it?
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¶ Terry ‡ Bain Books ‡ You Are a Dog (book) ‡ We Are the Cat (book)
¶ Free-Lance Touch ‡ my amazon blog ‡ flickr ‡ Lulu ‡ CafePress
Kudelski and Mastercard are showing me the credit card of the future. This model can generate a new passcode on the fly, so if your card's number gets copied it won't be able to generate the right passcode.
街頭拍攝要唔要問下對方先？防疫措施寬㵴下旅行有期。今集Sam帶大家去土耳其，搵返異國旅行感覺，旅行相一定要去景點打卡？究竟係街拍定係旅拍?!
內容：Street Portrait
Zoom 線上會議 Meeting ID: 873 9933 5989
Passcode: 081976
uow-au.zoom.us/j/87399335989?pwd=bUZQQ0hDWjJHM3hyVkZON1pO...
講者: Sam Ginger
香港設計師協會會員，曾任職電影台編導及大專講師。攝影及錄像作品獲得公開比賽獎項。
日期：27 Mar 2022 (星期日）
時間：晚上8時正 （ 7:45 登入)
語言：廣東話
The small firehouse located at 14 North Moore Street is the home to Hook and Ladder Company No. 8 (as evidenced via its name engraved in red print atop the engine entrance). The company originally resided along Franklin Street before moving to nearby 7 North Moore Street in 1866. In 1904 a new home along North Moore Street was proposed, replacing the former Ward School No. 44 which used to reside here. The then Superintendent of Buildings for the New York City Fire Department, Alexander H. Stevens was given the honor of designing the new structure. Stevens responded with a two bay, three-story structure of red brick with limestone trim.
Unfortunately for Mr. Stevens, a three million dollar project to widen Varick Street by thirty feet in 1914 would reduce his efforts to one-half of their original design. The western half of the building was salvaged (after being moved thirty-five feet) while the eastern edge was demolished as part of the effort. The decision to downsize the size of the original firehouse was largely financially driven. Alternatives such as acquiring the neighboring plot of land across the street were considered but were deemed too costly due to the anticipated $110,000 in costs. In turn, by renovating that which was already in place and simply reducing the structure in half, the costs were estimated at only $20,000. Ironically, remnants that this building was ever two bays wide versus its existing single bay are highly invisible to the casual viewer. This is largely due to the added care used in ensuring that every detail on the remaining portion of the building maintained its original symmetry amongst its windows and limestone trim.
The home of Hook and Ladder Company No. 8 faced a shaky future in 2011 when Mayor Bloomberg announced the closing of twenty firehouses as part of city budget cuts. The city reasoned that many of the local firehouses could be consolidated, thereby saving the city an estimated $55 million annually. Proponents for preserving some of these stations pointed out that firefighters were already being asked to do more work than was ten year prior. Since 9/11 the number of reported fires had increased sixteen percent while the number of full-time firefighters was down nearly nine hundred headcount. And then there was also the personal attachment by local advocates within the TriBeCa community that rallied to support the Hook and Ladder Company No. 8. Within a few months of originally announcing the company’s anticipated closure, and in response to a city’s cries, Mr. Bloomberg backtracked and confirmed on June 27, 2011 that the Hook and Ladder Company No. 8 would remain operational for the foreseeable future.
Amongst those who breathed a sigh of relief that the iconic fire station would remain open was a hard-core base of fans of the 1984 comedy, Ghostbusters. It was here, after all, that Peter Venkman (aka Bill Murray), Ray Stantz (played by Dan Aykroyd), Egon Spengler (Harold Ramis) and Winston Zeddemore (Ernie Hudson) maintained their base of operations in battling paranormal activity and ultimately saved the city of New York from assured destruction by a demi-god named Zuul and a 112.5 foot tall marshmallow. Ironically of the four Ghostbusters actors listed, only one of these was part of the original cast. Aykroyd and Ramis had envisioned the core team to include John Belushi, Aykroyd and Eddie Murphy. Belushi would sadly pass away prior to filming and Eddie Murphy instead chose to do another summer blockbuster at the time, Beverly Hills Cop.
In reference to the station, it is said to have captured the eye of Dan Aykroyd while formulating the concept for the film. At the time he and fellow Saturday Night Live castmates would often pass by the fire station whilst on their way to the nearby Odeon restaurant for lunch. Because the building was still being used as an active station, the filming crew only used the site for exterior shots. A decommissioned fire station from 1910 in Los Angeles located at 225 East Fifth Street was used. This building was the former home of Firestation No. 23 before its closure in the 1960s. This locale has actually been the site of filming for a number of movies including The Mask (1994), Flatliners (1990) and Big Trouble in Little China (1986).
Fans of the Ghostbusters movie will not be disappointed to learn that outside of the station, painted on the sidewalk, is a large logo that is “somewhat” similar to the original (although probably a bit scarier). Also, if the fire doors are open take a peek inside and you may see some photos from filming of the movie and one of the signs from the Ghostbusters sequel. Along the walls there is also some other interesting odds and ends that have been collected over the years by the crew. The collection looks like something out of a Dali gallery with its warped and melted household items such as telephones.
If Ghostbusters was not your thing, fans of the television series Seinfeld may recognize this station from the Season 7 episode titled “The Secret Code.” The episode describes George’s refusal to share his secret passcode with anyone which is “Bosco”. One of the side plots though revolves around another one of Kramer’s crazy plans. In this episode Kramer becomes convinced he could identify more efficient routes for the New York fire department in response to alarms. The episode ends, as most do, with a disastrous result.
Lastly, if you visit this site, take some time to pay homage to Lieutenant Vincent G. Halloran who is remembered via a plaque outside along North Moore Street. Halloran was a victim of the attacks on September 11, 2001 and died in the line of duty on that fateful day. He left behind a family that included his wife of fifteen years, five sons, and a yet-to-be-born daughter of whom he did not know was due to arrive. Vince’s wife, Marie, is proud of how her husband and has set up a memorial in their house for her sons to remember their father.
For more history regarding this site, including how you can visit this locale via one of our MP3 audio walking tours, check out our site here: iwalkedaudiotours.com/2013/06/iwalked-new-york-citys-ghos...
Just in case there is a need to!! It is an outdoor toilet for golfers on Old Prestwick Golf Course ~ the door is always locked as entry is only allowed by using a passcode!!
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We meet again.
You are all here because I have bested you in this struggle for Gotham. I overpowered you, and yet you did not choose to ally yourselves with me- as, you see, some of your fellow criminals did. Nonetheless- I have given you this second chance to join me.
- Hah!!!
Join an over-dramatic refrigerator? What have you got to offer us?-
The only thing worth anything to you right now. Freedom.
Help me to overtake Gotham Square, and I will release you from your captivity. Do what you will with the city after that. Are you with me?
- Hm.
hmhm.
hmmhmhheheheheheheeheeheehehohahahahahAHAHAHAAHAAAA---**
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Extracted From: Security Camera #121 at Gotham Museum of Art
Video Recorded 10/5 21:34
Accessed 10/6 by waynesecurity@oracle.net passcode 02011968
CLASSIFIED
emailed to: commjgordon@gcpd.net
Subject Line: Weather Forecast
Looks like a cold day in Gotham if you ask me. Mind you, in times like these it seems like technology is the best bet for the future. I wonder what the fellas at Cybertron have cooking in terms of weather control?
- O
Strobist:
SB-800 in a 30" octabox @ 1/4 camera right
Sunpak 433D w grid @ 1/16 aimed at background
Triggered via Yongnuo RF-603 II
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10
-What...is that?-
Some kind of giant computer terminal...
-Life support?-
No, it's something else...
9
- Sir, I'm getting something in from the guys scouting Sionis...they've found something in the sewers.-
What is it?
8
- They don't know...just looks like a big grey box with a blue light flashing.-
- Hey, I'm getting something on that, too- but at ACE Chemicals-
- And another at the sewage plant-
Goddamn...Freeze planted them through the sewer system...
7
- But what are they-- hold on...sir, one of them's gone off...it's emitting some sort of steam...-
Waitaminute...this display is of Gotham City's...weather patterns..?
6
- Sir, the men at ACE report a drop in temperature...decreasing rapidly...Sir they're freezing in there!! -
5
- And at Sionis! And the Sewage plant! -
4
Oh God...he's controlling the weather....he's controlling the Goddamned weather!
3
Get those men out of there- EVACUATE ALL PERSONNEL -- DO YOU HEAR ME?!
2
- Sir...This computer over here is...counting down...-
1
zzzxxxxxzzz*******---------------------------------------
Extracted From: Security Camera #993 at Cybertron Robotics
Video Recorded 10/6 16:20
Accessed 10/6 by commjgordon@gcpd.net passcode 09141992
CLASSIFIED
Emailed to: waynesecurity@oracle.net
Encrypted message Decrypt Key 09141992
Subject Line: Re: Investigations
...
Now we know why he spend so much time at the Water Works.
And to think this whole time we thought he was protecting Nora...
- G
From: Hidden Address
To: commjgordon@gcpd.net
Subject Line: Snowblind
Indeed. Apparently Freeze set up beacons in the sewer system while we were distracted fighting off his 'competitors' above. He's been using Club Olympus as the main power center to hone the beacons in- hence the lightning storm earlier tonight- and having an automated computer send the go from Cybertron.
Nora's whereabouts are unknown now- I had presumed he placed her in Cybertron all this time, but clearly he meant us to think that. I'll bet only he knows where she is now.
Weather reports all over Gotham have been reporting the same thing- it's freezing outside. He's practically frozen the whole city solid- we have to evacuate now and make our plans to retake the city. Meet me at the enclosed rendezvous.
- B
From: commjgordon@gcpd.net
To: Hidden Address
Subject Line: Re: Snowblind
Got the rendezvous. I'll gather up the rest of the family to meet us there.
One thing I don't understand, though- Freeze and the other villains are still grouping around Gotham Square...It's almost as if they still plan to do something. I don't like it one bit.
- G
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TO BE CONCLUDED
The next step in evolving this project; adding local data-logging via standard micro-sd cards (see the adafruit breakout board next to the battery).
For remote control, there is serial 'TTL' (3.3v levels) over bluetooth using the standard SPP profile, aka, 'remote serial terminal'. I'm using software-serial on the arduino nano to talk 9600 TTL to the HC-05 bluetooth module (BT classic, not BLE). Currently, I have only a simple CLI as the management interface.
The board shown, here, is the headless charger board. It is not meant to have much (if any) display. There is a reason for that, which I'll talk about in a future posting ;)
Along side this board is a matching dongle cable that I built up. Top module is a usb to TTL serial, cp2102 for under $10 on ebay/amazon/etc. Bottom module is the same exact, 100% exact module as the one on the charger board; but one is configured as master and one as slave. It actually does not matter which is which, since they now form a peering or 'pairing' as the BT guys like to say ;) Sadly, I could not configure these with names or hard-configured link addrs; the only things I could do to make these a pair (automatically) is to set their passcodes to be the same, and non-factory default (which is 1234; the same that I have on my airline luggage, doh!)
We arrived at the pod rather quickly. M'yri put K'hym down and the sheltered behind a rock, breathing deeply.
"We're here." I said, catching my breath as well.
"What do we do now?" M'yri asked worriedly.
"You and K'hym wait here. Keep on the look out for any drones." The moment I said that, as if on cue, a failed escape attempt plummeted to the ground and erupted into a ball of flames. Looking back, I continued. "I'll hop on and activate the cloaking device. Once I have, I'll call you on."
M'yri piped up. "And then what?"
I stepped closer to her and wrapped my arms round her waist.
"M'yri, please don't worry. I promise you, soon we will be safe."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
I ran up the ramp to the pod as M'yri'ah and K'hym stepped back. I entered the passcode into the entry door and it opened at my command. I stepped into the pod as the computers and the navigation system started up. The button I was looking for was dead in front of me. I went to press the cloaking activation, but as I did, a figure appeared in front of me, causing me to step back in surprise.
"What are you doing here?" I cried as my brother began to cackle in front of me.