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How would you respond?
I check in a seemingly nice older couple... all goes well. Until I see her walk back towards the desk she has the look of “there is a problem” on her face... so I ask her if their is something wrong with the room?
Lady: Yes, when I made the reservation I requested a king bed.
me thinking somehow it got switched into 2 Queens (we have 3 room types. 1 king, 1 king with sofa bed and 2 Queens). She was indeed in a room with a king bed.
Me: Yes ma’am you are indeed in a king.
Lady:Well someone must have accidentally put a Queen or a Double in there because we have a king bed at home and I can assure you that is not a king.
Me: Weird, yes, let me move you to a room I know for a fact has a king bed. (I know for a fact because during really bad snow storms our GM is allowed to block off rooms for the staff so we don’t die driving home and I had to stay once upon a time. ANNDD I own a king bed myself.) I move her, and make a note to go check the other room... although unlikely, the bed could have been mistaken for a king.
Lady comes back down.
Lady:No that one isn’t a King either.
Me:Yes ma’am it is. I know for a fact it is.
She argues with me for what feels like forever. Then eventually screams in my face. “It’s not a fking king bed! This is ridiculous! What a fking scam!!! Have you ever seen what a king bed looks like?” Then proceeds to roll her eyes at me, take the GMs business card while walking away and talking her stuff....
She did email my GM (who,by the way, does the ordering for all the linens... and in 1 case...ordered a whole mattress because someone burned a hole in the previous one). Needless to say she didn’t believe him either.
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Gotham Knights #16 - To Catch a Spider
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“A shocking turn of events at Wayne Manor as it’s revealed that former ward of Bruce Wayne Dick Grayson has moved to adopt a sixteen year old orphan.” The voice of GCN personality Vesper Fairchild buzzed on the television screen. “What do you have to say to this, Hal?”
Vesper readjusted her spectacles as she shifted in her seat. She tucked her short, brown hair behind her ears and turned to her co-caster, Hal Lake.
“Well, the most shocking factor is that Grayson himself is barely pushing 30.” The younger newscaster held an empty coffee mug between his hands. “I mean, sure, the family is wealthy beyond imagination, but it takes a certain amount of worldly wisdom to be a father. I’d know!”
“That you would, Hal. You take good care of your boys!” Vesper turned back to face the camera. “But with the press, and other inquisitive Americans surrounding Wayne Manor awaiting the young girl’s arrival, we have to ask: What’s really going on here?”
From the drawing room of the ancestral home of the Wayne family, Dick Grayson wasn’t paying much attention to the news report on the TV behind him. Instead, he glanced through a crack in the drawn curtains onto the front grounds of the manor. He watched the paparazzi swarming the far gate as they surrounded and accosted the black limousine that inched through. Behind the wheel was Alfred - butler, head of security, and homemaker - with a special passenger on board. Dick sighed and leaned back from the bay window. He looked back into the house. After the months of hard work and jumping through government hoops to make this happen, the day was finally here.
Stephanie was the daughter of Arthur Brown, the Penguin henchmen Dick had teamed up with to bring down Oswald Cobblepot. And while Penguin now sat squarely behind bars, dead to rights, that was only after he put a bullet in Arthur’s head for his betrayal, with Stephanie held close at hand to watch. Dick had promised Arthur that Stephanie would have a good life, and he intended to make good on that promise.
A lot of work had been done to get things ready for Stephanie’s arrival. Workmen had been in to renovate one of the spare bedrooms, the mansion had been cleaned from top-to-bottom, and Jason had already started on one of his signature roast dinners. All was going well and according to plan, and - other than Kate, who endlessly pursued the remainder of Penguin’s forces - they had all hands on deck.
With hesitation, Dick joined Jason, Helena and Betty in the foyer, the large wooden front door looming before them. The door cracked open and, as it swung, the cacophonous cries of the news media erupted through it. In charged Alfred in his black suit, sheltering a young girl who dragged a large suitcase behind her. Then, Alfred heaved the large door shut and the raving paparazzi were silent once more.
“Miss Brown, you’ve already met Mister Grayson,” Alfred began. “But I’d like to introduce you Miss Helena, Master Jason and Miss Betty.”
Stephanie had long, wavy blonde hair. She stood 5’6”, around Helena’s height, in denim shorts, a green top and a green plaid shirt. In her off-hand she clutched at her cell phone. She moved away from Alfred, standing by herself and set her suitcase down. She was exhausted and overstimulated, not at all used to the media attention she had just experienced.
Dick stepped forward and smiled. “We’ve tried our best to get things ready for you, Stephanie. I hope you can begin to feel as at home as you can.”
“Sure thing,” Stephanie replied. “And don’t worry, you don’t have to try so hard with me.” Leaving her suitcase where it fell, Stephanie pushed forward, moving between Betty and Jason and approaching the master staircase. “Where’s my room?”
“Excuse me?” Helena cocked her head, confused.
Stephanie stopped halfway up the stairs and turned to face her hosts. “You guys don’t care about me. You’ve had a shitty year, the city thinks you’re assholes, so you’re taking in a scared, innocent orphan off the streets to get some good publicity.”
Dick blinked, utterly stunned. He didn’t even realise their public image was that bad.
Betty stepped forward and laughed nervously. “Stephanie… I don’t think that’s what’s going on here.”
But Stephanie just smiled and shook her head. “Oh, I don’t mind. This whole deal? It’s too good to be true. Kids like me don’t just get adopted by billionaires.”
Jason shrugged. “Kids like us did.”
“I don’t know what to tell you,” Stephanie continued. “All I’m saying is that I’ve had a shit life. Mom died of cancer. Dad got shot. As long as there’s food on the table and a decent college fund in it for me, I’m happy to smile on cue and go on Good Morning Gotham and tell everyone how incredible you guys are.”
Jason looked to Dick, stunned and searching for a response. Dick stepped forward, “Stephanie, I’m sorry but--”
“Can one of you please just show me to my room,” she interrupted him. “It’s been a long… couple of months.”
Silently, Alfred nodded and - taking her suitcase - joined Stephanie on the stairs.
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Kate Kane stared at herself in the mirror. Her purse was on the floor, a box of chocolates and a book inside, both for Maggie Sawyer - her old flame and Dick’s police partner. She would go see her in a moment. For now she was focused on the fatigue in her eyes, something she caught just before leaving the bathroom. She dropped her purse, ran the faucet and splashed some cold water into her face. Then, looking back at her was the face of Batwoman. A mask over her face that meant she lived to protect. To do what others weren’t capable of doing.
At least, that’s what she always thought.
But she couldn’t even do that. A realisation was growing in the back of her mind that she couldn’t let come to the forefront anytime soon: the realisation that she couldn’t save everyone. The realisation that she could fail, no matter how hard she tried.
Kate clenched her eyes shut. Even if she’d fail she could get revenge. She could send Black Spider - the son of a bitch who broke Maggie’s legs when she tried to arrest his employer the Penguin - where he belonged.
She opened her eyes and saw herself looking back. Those tired eyes from before. The pale face of a woman who was losing a grip on what she stood for, on what she could do for others. But, right now, she could only be herself. She could only be Kate Kane. All she could do was be there for Maggie, a woman she was lucky to have, alive. Someone who could hold things in balance just a bit better than Kate could alone.
Kate went through the process of checking in and was led up to Maggie’s hospital room.
They hadn’t been able to see each other much over the past few months. For good reason. Maggie’s legs had been decimated. Such pain… Kate had experienced plenty of pain in her life. But a pain like this she couldn’t even begin to imagine. Kate was there when it happened. Maggie’s shin bones had been completely snapped in half. The screams were brief but they sent tremors down Kate’s body. For a moment Kate thought Maggie had died from the injury, the way her body went limp, how suddenly her screams had fallen away from her mouth.
But Maggie survived. She couldn’t see her during the hospital trip, nor during the surgeries and treatments. The first time Kate saw her, Maggie’s face was pale as a sheet of paper. The skin of her legs that showed above the casts and wraps were the most purple Kate had ever seen on flesh. She couldn’t speak to her then. She was completely out cold, machines monitoring her breathing, giving her proper hydration.
But now, Maggie was awake. Bedridden. She had her phone so she texted Kate letting her know that she was allowed visitors and Kate immediately scheduled a visit to the hospital.
And now, she stood in the doorway, seeing Maggie sitting up further in bed, gazing out the window. Her legs vanished within the confines of massive casts and bands. They were each raised in traction, her body reclined just a bit to make herself comfortable. She slowly turned and smiled at Kate.
“Hey you,” Maggie said. Her eyes moved from Kate down to her legs. There was a certain sadness in her face despite her smile. Her gaze lingered on the casts. With a sigh she said, “Never thought I’d know what it’s like to lose feeling in something I use everyday.” She gave a sniff, one of acknowledgement. “You really don’t know what you have until it’s gone.” She glanced over at Kate.
While Kate knew Maggie’s predicament was the most important thing in the room right now, she could see Maggie’s double meaning in that statement. Her look solidified it. And Kate had often felt the same about the two of them. Kate gave her a soft smile in return. They had both messed up in the past. But now, there was a sliver of hope for Maggie’s recovery. And Kate wanted to be there for her every step of the way. Because, for the first time in a while, it seemed like nothing was gone. Everything just might be coming together.
Kate walked over to the bedside and pulled out her gifts. Maggie’s face lit up - Kate could never understand her love for mystery thrillers, they were all so generic - but it made her happy to see her happy.
“Oh, you are the best.” Maggie took the book and flipped it over scanning the backside blurb. “This is the new release.” Her eyes glanced away a moment. “I’m… surprised you remembered I like this series.”
Kate sat down in the chair facing the bed and handed her the chocolates as well. “How could I forget? When the subject of books came up you talked my ear off about it when we--” Kate had been reminiscing without noticing. She paused. “When we started walking back to my apartment. On our first date.”
Maggie laughed. “And you put up with every bit of it. I remember really liking that about you.”
Kate grinned. “The first mark of a suitable partner: whether or not they can put up with your bullshit interests.”
They both laughed. And then Maggie looked down at the box of chocolates and ran her thumbnail across the plastic covering. “They say my chances are good. Seventy percent chance I’ll be able to walk at least with assistance, including a smaller chance I’ll be able to without.” She paused. “But odds are I’ll never make a full recovery, the force will never take me back for active duty.”
Kate wanted to say something to that. Couldn’t think of anything. The surgeon, Dr Elliot had already told her as much privately, but the sheer look of depression on Maggie’s face left her lost for words. Her next thought was to take Maggie’s hand but… that just didn’t seem right. Not right now. So, all Kate could think to say was “I’m so sorry.” It was such a useless thing. But it helped that Maggie nodded, as if it was acceptable at the very least.
Maggie continued. “If the force ever takes me back, I’ll either be stuck at a desk, or a liability…”
“You can’t think about that right now,” Kate said.
“How can I not?”
“Because--” Kate breathed. “Because. Having a chance is something people dream of having. You’re getting the best care available. You will walk again.”
Maggie frowned. To Kate’s surprise she held out her hand. Her heart skipped a beat seeing her do it. “Will you visit me more often, Kate?” She closed her eyes. Kate could see it was hard for her to admit what she was about to. “I feel… I feel so alone in this. I don’t know what to do.”
Kate took Maggie’s hand and squeezed it tight.
“Only if you share some of that chocolate with me,” Kate teased. Maggie laughed and squeezed her hand back. Kate watched her smile, the way she clenched her eyes shut whenever she genuinely let out a hearty laugh. Kate admired her. Probably always would. If anything… she would be a friend. It was the least she could do. And it was something she wanted more than anything else right then.
“I’ll be here with you as much as I can,” Kate said. “You’re not alone.”
Kate stayed with Maggie a long while. They chatted about some stories they had both missed out on in each other’s lives, about how Kate was doing. They ate chocolate and made fun of a nonsense reality show.
She couldn’t stay forever though, as much as she wanted to. She kept glancing over at her legs; even though Maggie’s career prospects were seriously bleak, it didn’t mean she wasn’t lucky. If she were anyone else, anyone with fewer opportunities, fewer chances, she would have lost her legs entirely. If she was anyone with less willpower she could have died.
And the person who did this to her was still out there. The bastard who did this might do it to someone else. Kate might not have been able to save everyone. But what she could do was stop one person. If she focused. If she worked.
Kate and Maggie hugged one another. She promised she would visit again before her next surgery. She gathered her purse and left the room, and she did so, she wasn’t Kate Kane any longer. She was a hunter. An avenger. She would find Black Spider - pursue every lead she had - and make him pay.
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Dick Grayson stood alone out the back of the mansion, looking off over the green acres of land, through the pristinely kept gardens. Even as everything had fallen into disarray over the last two years, he’d made sure to keep the gardens in good condition. He remembered when he first arrived at the manor as a boy, how Alfred had led him through the gardens. It was maintaining those topiaries and flora that kept him grounded the first few months, and though nowadays they paid gardeners to do the job, he still took pride in the view.
But all wasn’t well, far from it.
After some time, another figure joined Dick at his side: Betty Kane. On leave from the covert UN task force the Blackhawks, Betty was slowly getting more comfortable back at Wayne Manor, having previously never turned back after Bruce fired her as Batgirl years ago. She had returned to support Kate, her cousin, upon learning she was operating as Batwoman, and had stayed longer following the tragedy that befell Detective Sawyer. Now, with Penguin behind bars, but Black Spider still out there, how long Betty would remain in Gotham was unclear.
“How are you holding up?” Betty stood by Dick’s side.They were kids when they dated, not even close to old enough to know what love was, but after Betty had left his life so suddenly, having her back made Dick realise how much he had felt her absence in the intervening years.
“I’m not sure how to feel, to be honest,” Dick spoke, exasperated. In the back of his mind, he was frustrated, angry, but he knew better than to blame Stephanie for thinking something was amiss. “What do you think of her?”
“The girl’s a snot-nosed bitch,” Betty replied plainly, pulling her black jacket tight to combat the crisp wind. “And she doesn’t know how lucky she is.”
“No,” Dick shook his head, correcting her. “Stephanie knows exactly how lucky she is. That’s the problem: It’s too good to be true.” Dick stopped and looked at Betty. He thought back to the days when he first arrived at Wayne Manor, fresh off the death of his parents. “When Bruce took me in… I didn’t get it. Bruce Wayne was a playboy, the most eligible bachelor in the city, in the prime of his life. Why would he adopt a kid, especially one from a travelling circus? All the tabloids figured a kid would get in the way of his lifestyle, and it did.”
“So that’s what you’re doing then?” Betty prodded him. “Scouting a new Robin from the local orphanage?”
“No, no,” Dick protested. “Bruce didn’t even adopt me to make me his sidekick. That was my choice. I snuck out of the house at nights by myself to hunt for justice for my parents, to find Tony Zucco. Nearly got myself killed until Batman swooped in and stopped me. Then Bruce told me the truth, I think to get me to stop playing renegade. He promised to help me bring in Zucco, to make sure I was safe. Then after he was behind bars, Bruce agreed to train me… and I took the oath.”
“The whole handle thing?” Betty asked. “’I swear to fight against crime and corruption’ and all that? Bruce had me take that oath too.”
“In the earliest days, before I knew Bruce’s secret, God, the manor was pretty much empty most nights,” Dick continued. “Bruce Wayne was hardly an attentive parent, and I figured he was off at some nightclub every night. Then, I really didn’t get it. Why adopt a kid if you weren’t gonna spend any time with him?”
“No wonder the tabloids speculated,” Betty replied.
“At least Stephanie will have no shortage of company.”
“Sure, except for when there’s a late night whole family excursion,” Betty rolled her eyes.
Dick squirmed where he stood. “Look, I know it’s not perfect, but I promised her father she’d be looked after, kept safe. I can’t break that promise.”
Betty stirred as Dick glanced off. Slowly, she placed a hand on his shoulder. Dick had always been mature beyond his years, even as a child crimefighter in green, scaly shorts. It gave him wisdom and stability, a reason Betty was attracted to him in her youth, but it also gave him a heavy burden. “Maybe… it’d be easier to give Stephanie what she needs if… there’s more adults around the house than just you and Alfred. Adults that don’t wear capes.”
Dick turned back to her, surprised. He always assumed she held some resentment for Dick, as many seemed to do, because Bruce pushed her out and kept him close. Apparently, he was wrong. “I… No, you have the Blackhawks, that’s a lot of responsibility.”
“And I’ve been saving my vacation days,” Betty grinned, inching closer. “It’s important work, but it’s lonely work. Besides… it’s not a full time job anyway.” Dick stared into her gleaming blue eyes. “Lots of downtime…”
Dick pulled himself back and back to task. This wasn’t about him or his happiness. “I didn’t trust Bruce until I knew who he really was,” he spoke. Betty frowned softly and stepped back, slightly embarrassed. Dick continued, “I tried to run away more times than I could count. We can only expect the same from Stephanie unless we’re honest.”
“Well…” Betty replied, still recovering, “You can’t tell Stephanie the truth unless you’re ready for her to demand a cape and a mask and some help getting her revenge. Look where it got you and Jason, and me with my aunt Kathy.”
Dick shook his head. “No, we already brought Penguin to justice.”
“That doesn’t mean she isn’t angry.”
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Councilwoman Noctua’s newest gathering was a splendid event, marked by the jewels on women's necks, the glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and the waiters milling about, serving drinks to all who attended the gathering. Noctua herself walked amongst her privileged guests, flanked by her bodyguard as she conversed with her esteemed peers, jubilating in her accomplishments and reveling in the self-indulgent circlejerk of rich men and women complimenting each other.
Kate had seen it all before, and she’d rather not stake this kind of party out from the inside again.
Anchored to the side of the tower and listening in on the party, Batwoman peered in from the outside, keeping an eye on the bodyguard she had recognised and photographed at the last election event. His general build and posture were similar to the assassin Black Spider, too similar for her to ignore. If this guy really was the one who hurt Maggie, then she had to find out for sure. Watching him mill about next to Noctua, she noticed his hand drifting down into his pocket, slipping his phone out as he glanced at the screen. Raising an eyebrow, the bodyguard leaned into Noctua’s ear, whispering something to her before she nodded in response. Breaking off from his client, the bodyguard shuffled out to a lonely balcony separate from the party, where Kate could hear him more clearly.
Pulling out his phone, the bodyguard dialed a number before bringing it up to his ear, letting it ring for a few seconds before someone answered.
“You wanted to talk?” said the bodyguard, seemingly listening to the person on the other end, “No I just… I thought you were still out of the country. Tonight? That’s...a good time. Meet me at my safehouse, Ellen Street, apartment complex across from the pizza place, Room 12. I’ll be there once this gala’s over.”
Hanging up, the bodyguard returned to the party, leaving Kate with a new place to go. Turning her head outward towards the dark and stormy clouds forming over the city, Kate decided knew exactly what to do next. Spreading her cape, Kate leapt from the building and glided further into the heart of the city.
She’d find out who this guy was, for Maggie.
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Stephanie continued unpacking her clothes from the large suitcase that lay flat on her new bed. That was all she had to call her own, shirts, hoodies, jeans and shorts. That was the way of the poorest of Gotham; they didn’t have the luxury of having possessions. But that was about to change. Stephanie looked about the room the butler had led her to: newly renovated, a queen-sized bed, curtains adorned with excessive intricacies, a large wooden dresser and a looming wardrobe. And while Stephanie had never been the criminal her father was, she couldn’t help but pace the room and price up everything that wasn’t bolted down. She had entered a new life: one of luxury, of having all of her needs met. But why?
She hadn’t done anything to earn this, she hadn’t clawed her way out of her circumstances tooth and nail, she had been arbitrarily plucked out of poverty. To many it would have been a dream come true, but Stephanie knew better than to blindly accept suspicious happenings in Gotham City. So her dad had gotten himself killed helping the police take down the Penguin? Did his death mean she’d earned a ticket to the upper echelon? Or was it - like Stephanie had accused - a circus act like the one Dick Grayson grew up in, meant to distract the media from the Wayne family’s dodgy dealings?
As Stephanie spiralled, she heard a soft knock at the door. She stopped, hooking a clothes hanger into the towering wardrobe, and looked to the door. She said nothing but the door inched open anyway. In crept Helena Wayne, Bruce Wayne’s biological child, born into this life. That meant that, of all of the frauds that had greeted Stephanie, Helena could relate to her the least.
“Hey, do you… need any help unpacking?” Helena spoke. The look of anger and vitriol from her face earlier was washed away. She now only looked nervous.
“The butler’s been more than enough help,” Stephanie replied.
“His name’s Alfred, but… yeah,” said Helena, moving beyond the door and into the room. “Well, do you want to talk?”
Stephanie scoffed and threw herself down onto the bed, sitting on its cushioned edge. With a sarcastic grin, she patted the space beside her. “Well, sure! I’d be thrilled to play sisters!”
Instantly, Helena snapped, and her look of exasperated disdain was back. “Look, Dick actually wants to help you. We all do. But it’ll be a lot harder on all of us if you put so much energy into--” Helena caught herself with a deep breath, but the damage was done.
Stephanie cocked her head. “Into what? Into being a bitch?” Stephanie stared Helena down, who had no response. “You don’t want to help me. You want to help yourselves just as much as I want to help myself. Just as my dad wanted to help himself and not me with all his shady business.”
“That’s not true.”
“You act like it’s noble, but I know it costs you peanuts to take me in,” Stephanie frowned, standing up from the bed. “And you get more than your money’s worth in good PR out of it.”
“I don’t care about how the media sees me,” Helena shook her head. “I’ve grown up under public scrutiny, I’ve dealt with worse.”
“Have you? Seems to me that you care an awful lot about how they see your pop, Bruce Wayne.” Stephanie stepped forward. “You all lied about his death to protect the company, and you only came clean when his reputation was at stake. I do watch the news, everyone’s thinking it.”
Helena dug her heels in. Stephanie was scared and angry about things she couldn’t control, Helena knew this. She wasn’t going to give her the fight she was spoiling for. “Sure,” she said plainly, a tear welling in her eye. “And now he’s dead. So us taking care of your ungrateful ass won’t do much for him now, will it?”
And with those words, Helena stormed out, leaving the door ajar behind her.
Stephanie went to take a deep breath as her adrenaline pumped, but it wasn’t enough. Instead, she went back to the bed and threw her fists down, digging them into the comforter. She wanted nothing more to cry, but she still hadn’t been able to since she watched her dad die. She grabbed the pillow and pulled it close, pressing her nose deep into it, and screamed a muffled scream.
Moments later, another voice sounded. A young man. “Everything okay?”
Stephanie threw herself to her feet and whipped around to face Jason Todd. She was in no mood. “You guys formed a line out there!?”
Jason bowed his head. “No, I’m sorry. Helena can be a bit of a princess sometimes.”
His face was soft, framed by his dark auburn hair. He was muscular, more so than DIck and approaching a similar height too. If it weren’t for his baby face, Stephanie would have a hard time believing Jason was so much younger than Dick. And, faced with Jason’s comment on Helena, Stephanie couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you kidding? I was a total bitch to her just now.”
“Yeah,” Jason shrugged. “And I’d be the same in your shoes. I was.”
Stephanie said nothing but cocked her head slightly.
“Bruce adopted me right as Dick was getting ready to go off to college,” Jason explained. “He took me in off the streets, gave me everything I could ever want, and I still couldn’t help but feel like I was just Dick Grayson’s replacement.”
“Your parents were dead acrobats too?”
“If they were, they did a good job of hiding it,” Jason stifled a laugh. “Your dad worked for Penguin? Mine worked for Two-Face. Ended up getting him killed too, along with my mom and my sister. I got out.”
Now Stephanie felt like an asshole. “I’m… sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Jason smiled heavily. “It was years ago. And I have these guys now, for better and for worse.”
Stephanie smiled. “So you’re saying I better start worrying if I find out you’re off to college soon, then?” she joked.
Jason edged further into the room. “Oh, I can promise you I am not, despite everything pressuring me to. I’ve got a good enough career path laid out for me here in Gotham, where I am now.”
Stephanie softened slightly for the first time since she had arrived. “Well, unlike everyone else, I hope you do stick around. You’ll make all of this way more bearable.”
“I’m glad,” Jason nodded. Then, he turned and moved to leave, wrapping his hand around the inside edge of the door. But he stopped and turned back for a moment. “Please just… give them a chance.They’re a lot, but they’re good people.”
Jason went to leave again, but Stephanie this time stopped him. “To be clear, I’m not into the whole ‘technically we’re not biological’ situation.”
Instantly, Jason recoiled and leapt back. “God, no! You’re - what - sixteen?” He grinned. “You’re far too young for me, little sis.”
Stephanie laughed, relieved to have that one cleared up.
Jason stood in the doorway, ready to leave her alone with her thoughts. “And don’t be late for dinner. I worked really hard on it.”
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Lighting arced across the sky, quickly followed by a clap of thunder as Batwoman crouched on a ratty, dirty rooftop, the rain wetting the hair beneath her red wig while running down the sides of her mask. Kate shivered, the icy water pattering against her suit and making everything colder. She could have been inside, sipping some hot cocoa with Maggie, but instead she was freezing her ass off outside, a pair of binoculars glued to her eyes as she staked out the apartment Noctua’s bodyguard had mentioned.
If she was right about this, then she would know for sure that the man at Noctua’s side was Black Spider, whether Noctua was in league with the Penguin, and from there she could bring the bastard to justice.
Seeing that the apartment was indeed empty, Kate clipped the binoculars to her belt, clasped both sides of her cape and made a leap off the rooftop, slowly gliding downward towards the roof of the apartment building before finally touching down in front of a skylight leading inside. Kate slipped her left hand into her right glove, pulling out an electronic lockpick. Kate dismantled the lock and pried open the window, careful as to not let too much of the rain get into the apartment as she slipped inside, and closed it behind her. She leapt down to the ground floor, landing with a soft pap.
Standing up straight, Kate scanned her surroundings.. A spartan kitchen sat in the corner of the room, built with wooden cabinets and a granite countertop. A single mattress was stuffed into another corner of the room next to a window, resting on a cheap metal bed frame, with no blankets or bed sheets. A small TV sat on a stack of boxes by the wall nearest the front door leading, flanked by a rug laid neatly across the middle of the floor. The apartment was small and bare.
Kate furrowed her brows, eyeing each part of the room while attempting to deduce where a mercenary would hide his gear. Underneath the bed was an obvious choice, so Kate skulked over to the bed frame, crouching to peer underneath.
Nothing but dust and a few books.
This was to be expected; a seasoned operative like Black Spider wouldn’t put his gear in a place so easy to find. Instead, he’d likely put it behind a few layers of obstacles. Turning her attention towards the rug, Kate knelt down, placing her hand on its hand-woven fabric. Her old squadmate Leo liked to hide cigarettes underneath their bunk room’s rug, placing a few packs in a compartment between the floorboards hidden beneath. Kate gripped the side of the rug hard, tossing it aside and inspecting what was beneath it.
Bingo.
The trapdoor wasn’t as obvious as the one back at her bunk, but the marked absence of the dust that littered the rest of the apartment gave it away. Kate slid her fingers underneath the hidden latch and lifted to reveal a small black compartment. A black-and-purple suit with ruby goggles sat neatly folded. This was Black Spider’s suit, and now she knew for certain that this entire apartment was that bastard's base of operations.
Suddenly, the sound of keys jangled from behind the door: someone was trying to get in. Quickly throwing the trapdoor back down and flipping the rug back into place, Kate used the bed as a launchpad to leap back onto the skylight, pulling herself up before handing off of the inside of the window. Glancing downward, a conversation could be heard as Noctua’s bodyguard walked into the apartment with a taller man with a cracked face and long grey hair.
“I don’t mean to be rude, Father, but…” said the bodyguard, now confirmed as the assassin Black Spider, “I just wasn’t expecting you.”
“I was passing through, Johnny, still set on my search for any remnants of the bloodline, but I’ve come up with nothing.” said the older man, a clear authority infused with his voice. From above, Kate searched the man’s face the best she could for any recognition, hoping it would aid in Betty’s investigation into Black Spider’s allies, but he truly seemed to be a stranger. “I trust you’ve been doing an effective job?”
“Yes, Father!” said Black Spider, “I’ve been performing to the best of my abilities.”
The older man nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer, “That’s good, I’m sure you’re doing a fine job, Johnny.”
“Thank you, Father.” the assassin replied, rubbing the back of his head. “I’m sorry to hear your latest search for the remainders came up empty.”
“It is what it is. Perhaps there are none left alive,” said the older man, “Perhaps we did too good a job before. The search has turned up only old bones and relics, nothing concrete. Figuring I’d run out of leads, I decided to return to Gotham. I felt it would be good to receive your mission report in person this time.”
“Right,” said Spider, quickly tightening his tie, “Ask away and I’ll answer.”
Kate pondered the conversation happening below her, especially the part about a bloodline. Was this the mission of the hidden conspiracy Betty had spoken of? From the looks of it, this was about more than money, judging from the older man’s affection for the assassin, and the method by which Black Spider addressed him.
“The al Ghul child?” asked the older man.
“Not in Gotham, but he passed through.” Black Spider answered.
“And Jason Todd?”
"He still doesn't know his true heritage. Sister's still out of the picture. He thinks she's dead."
“The UN Agent?”
“Here in the city, much to my surprise. But none the wiser to anything, including what my business is in Gotham.”
“And Grayson?”
"Exposed. New daddy’s dead. Police partner's out of commission. Now he's saddled with another stray. Plus the city's turning against the whole family."
“And what about your sister?”
“Nothing. She can’t be in Gotham, I searched hard enough. I was hoping you’d find her.”
The older man sighed, walking up to Black Spider and placing his hand on the assassin’s shoulder, “I’ve had no luck in that area either, but still, I’m proud of the work you’ve been doing while I’ve been gone, and I’m very happy to have you back into the fold. I hope that, in the future, I can entrust you with even more responsibility.”
Black Spider seemed to tremble a little in reverence to the older man, his breath shaky as he nodded, “Thank you, Father. It’s my greatest wish to earn your appreciation.”
The older man pulled the plainclothes assassin into a brief but tight embrace for a few moments, smiling as he did. Kate listened keenly and heard the man whisper in his son’s ear. “You are doing great work, son.” Then, the older man let go and moved back. He checked his wristwatch and frowned, “I have something coming up, we’ll have to finish this later. Stay out of trouble.”
“Yes, Father,” said Black Spider, watching as the older man turned around and left the apartment, leaving him and a surprised Kate in the room. Kate kept her grip, placing her hand on the glass pane to slip back out again. While this would be the good moment to ambush Black Spider, he was a metahuman assassin, and he was more than a match for Kate, Betty and Helena together when last they fought. Kate needed a better opportunity, a trap of some kind. But now she knew where to find him, Kate only had to retreat to her apartment and come up with a more concrete plan.
Moving towards the pane, Kate was about halfway through when lightning struck once again, igniting the night sky with bright light. As the light hit Kate, it cast a shadow through the skylight, a shadow that appeared right in front of the assassin. Seeing her figure against the bright light, Black Spider whirled around to find Batwoman quickly rolling out of the window, the pane slamming shut behind her.
Tumbling onto the rain soaked rooftop, Kate began to make a run for the edge, her hand drifting over her grapnel gun. As she got closer, the sound of glass shattering reached her ears as a metallic web shot up the side of the building, latching onto the edge and prompting Kate to slide to a stop. A hand flew up to grab the edge, and Black Spider clambered onto the roof, having quickly donned his wrist gauntlets. Standing up straight, he glared at her with rage-fueled eyes and threw himself at the heroine, unleashing a flurry of quick and precise strikes on her.
As good as Kate was, she wasn’t quite as good as Black Spider. Despite her best efforts to block his attacks, Black Spider still got enough hits in. He threw a palm strike, hitting her square in the jaw and crashing her teeth together. As she instinctively raised her arms to protect her face, the assassin threw another punch at her side, cracking her ribs with a single move. Kate swung her head into his, cracking him right in the nose and causing him to stumble back as she shuffled away, clutching her side.
Tasting blood in her mouth, Kate wiped her lips. Black Spider shook his head before making a charge for Kate again. Realizing she had to end this in one single motion if she wanted to get away, Kate planted her feet, waiting in anticipation with arms raised as Black Spider jumped at her, catching her in the chest with a flying kick. Having braced in advance for an attack like this, Kate smiled through crimson stained teeth and grabbed hold of his leg, using both her body weight and the momentum of his attack to pivot them both, swinging him with all her might before letting go, sending Black Spider sailing down into the skylight, destroying the panes as he fell back into his apartment.
Kate limped to the edge of the rooftop with haste, spreading her cape before pushing off of the building and gliding away as fast as the wind could take her. Feeling herself falter, Kate angled herself to fly into a nearby alley before her grip on her cape loosened, her muscles weak and aching. She plummeted, colliding with the concrete and cracking her mask. Groaning, Kate dragged herself up the nearest wall and forced herself to walk down the way. Confident that the assassin couldn’t follow her after pushing off from the roof, she stumbled out of the alley, electing to return to her apartment to recover. He had bested her for now, but now she knew where he lived, and Black Spider was going down.
Next: Follow Dick into unfamiliar territory in Detective Stories #2
And
Continue Kate and Jason’s stories in Gotham Knights #17
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Camping again after a looong time! Air tents?!
Seeking advice on car camping and air tents! It's been a long time since we have done any camping, but considering the state of the world, this is becoming a more logical option for overnight or weekend getaways as a couple or solo.
We are prioritizing comfort over weight, and will be driving wherever we are heading to. I have a collapsible hand truck to move stuff the last few yards from suv to site if required.
Use cases: 1) Weekend getaway - family 2) Comfortable Outdoor Rec trip - solo
More or less a base camp near a car. Set up for a day or two of relaxing, day hikes, etc and move on.
Budget:
Flexible $1500-2000 for items that will last multiple trips/years (tent, food and cooking equipment, sleeping items, tools I don't have etc). Plan to use this several times over the next few years, so it's already paying for itself after a couple of cancelled trips. Will make purchases for three, and crate things as required.
Tent:
When looking over tent styles, we narrowed it down to a cabin, tunnel or other tall style tent that will allow us to comfortably stand up and move around inside the tent, and that has a separate living area for general use purposes (ie. A separate sleeping area ideally zipped off). Not interested in crawling around, sleeping on the floor, doing somersaults to get dressed on cold mornings etc. etc.
Watched many reviews and read a lot regarding instant and pop up tents and a couple seemed ok, but seemed to lack height or needed a second set of hands to stabilize. But, I stumbled across Air Tents, and this seems like an ideal solution to our multipronged use cases of weekend "glamping," as well as my solo rec trips. Will get a pop up privacy shed for gravity shower or when nature calls.
Size:
4pa. I’m concerned 3pa is too small and a 6pa tent will be too large to handle solo, but still considering it due to wanting some space around a queen size cot and mattress set up. May go to a Full size to keep the tent slightly smaller. Really want to keep it head to toe for ease of getting into and out of bed, and not side to side climbing over one another, with maybe a hanging organizer on each side as a “night table.”
Sleeping arrangements:
Queen or full sized cot, depending on tent size. Inflatable sleeping pad plus foam if needed. Unsure about inflatable mattress on top of cot due to sinking. Standard flat sheets for bottom and top sheet, along with down comforter and regular home pillows. Extra quilt for warmth if needed. If it’s hot, top sheet only. Might get a double sleeping bag in place of the down comforter for double duty. Portable fan(s) and lantern hanging. This is the most critical element to get right. If you have suggestions for the best comfort you can imagine, please suggest.
Food/cooking:
Four or five day rated cooler with frozen water bottles in lieu of ice, and food washed and prepared in advance in ziplocks and foil as able. I've got an old Weber portable propane bbq grill for tailgating in the garage, but am looking at a propane camp stove that's collapsible, smaller with dual burners and more temp control. If possible, prefer open fire or charcoal to cook (sorry Hank Hill), so I've got my trusty camp fork and long tongs, always, and a bag of instant charcoal and necessities is easy to get. Enamel plates and mugs, standard camp cooking knives, cutting board and cutlery, steel spatula, wooden spoon, cast iron folding skillet, large pot with strainecolander, and a pot for just boiling water with a lip. Two collapsible all purpose buckets for washing or carrying items. Two collapsible bags with spigot for drinking water. One jerry can with spigot for a wash station. One large or two medium folding tables to work on or eat by with camp chairs. Bringing fire starter, wind proof lighter, waterproof match bag, and will research the rules on fire wood beforehand.
I have a couple of questions on inflatable tents that I’d love some feedback on from experienced users/owners:
These look like a great option for quick and easy setup whether with the fam or solo. I am aware that they are heavier, can be less ventilated (hotter, maybe condensation), and taking down can be a chore the first time or two ensuring the air is out. We have only used pole tents before and don’t mind their construction, though have had to make emergency splints here and there. But, being able to put up or take down a relatively large tent without a second person always available seems to be a reasonable trade off.
The models I researched appear strong and resilient, and something important is they seem to be able to withstand wind and weather much better than some other tall pole tents, being able to rebalance and reshape if ever knocked around. Some of the fabrics may not last as long as some pole tent fabrics, but will last with good care. They're not going to pop or explode, without intent, based on all available evidence.
Seems everywhere except USA has these air tents. Some US manufacturers make air tents for foreign markets (ie. Coleman), but don't sell them here so much. Why not? I've not seen a good answer to this beyond time spent camping per year may drive innovation demands overseas where camping is a more routine activity. Is there something else? A quality, durability or safety issue? Or is it purely $, demand and access?
Purchase from:
Campingworld.co.uk has free shipping to USA on orders over $150, which makes this possible.
Locations:
We've been looking at some spots in New York to visit. Mostly Catskills, gunks and Adirondacks. Anywhere else advisable for car camping that provides access to day hiking and other light activities within a couple hours of NYC? Drive up accessibility is going to be a primary need as I'm the only one who backpacks outside of a mall, so I've got my eyes on state forests and forest access road pull offs with Google satellite.
Any other advice, suggestions, must haves, must leaves etc is greatly appreciated. While it's been a few years, I still have some of my old camping crates with tools and gloves, so not all new stuff is needed, but certainly enough new gear to make it fun. I left out gadgets like bt speaker, headlamps, and whatnot for brevity.
Ready to get the heck out of the house - but need to be away from people. So, here we are - Thanks!
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Off Grid Wilderness Cabin, bunker 178 acres mature forest and 3 large ponds (NW Ontario near Lake of the Woods) $230,000
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Black Friday 2016 Megathread: Post the best deals you've found here!
Hi all!
Given the high number of awesome deals available for Black Friday 2016, we thought it would be a good idea to have a central place to add your findings. Comment with any and all deals you've found, and we'll do our best to add them (and possibly a hat-tip!).
UPDATE: Given the high number of deals that are still active for Cyber Monday, we'll keep this post alive for today. Once the big weekend is finished for another year, that's all folks!
Fashion
- 13 Deals: $3 Men's Merino Wool Socks
- Aafes: $100 Olympia US Corsair 3-pc Hard Side Luggage Set, Blue or Black
- Ac Moore: $15 Nicole's Boutique Quilted Collection (3)
- Academy Sports: $90 Brooks Adrenaline GTS 16 Running Shoes for Men & Women
- Aeropostale: Up to 30% off
- Allen Edmunds: Up to 50% off on sale items, no promo code required.
- AMI Clubwear: Up to 55% off
- Apparel Zoo: Up to 25% off
- BananaRepublic: 50% off 5 item purchase with promo code BRFIVE.
- Bass Pro Shops: $200 Bass Pro Shops 100MPH Gore-Tex Parka
- Bealls Online: $60 Ciao Hardside Luggage, 28"
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- Belk: $170 Nautica Lamb Leather Jackets
- Big Lots: $10 Ladies' 2-pc Pajama Set, Assorted Styles and Sizes
- Bjs Wholesale: $100 Samsonite 3-pc. Luggage Set - 2 Spinners & 26-in. Duffel Bag
- Bonton: $225 Designer Suit Separates from Calvin Klein, Tommy Hilfiger and RALPH Ralph Lauren
- Boscovs: $288 3/4 cttw. Diamond Ring
- Burlington Coat Factory: $30 Select Boxed Watches
- Cabelas: $180 The North Face Triclimate Jackets for Men & Women + $20 Cabela's Bucks on Items $99 or Higher
- Campmor: $170 MSR Women's Lightning Trail Snowshoe + FS
- Carhartt: Up to 35% off
- Christmas Tree Shops: $6 Girls' & Ladies' Fleece PJ Sets
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- Dell Home Office: $50 Timbuk2 Prompt Messenger Bag 15
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- Dunhams Sports: $85 Timberland Chocorua Trail Hiker
- Ebay: $260 Citizen At8020-03L Eco Drive Blue Angels World Chronograph Leather Men's Watch
- Eternal Sparkles: Black Friday deals on-site
- Family Dollar: $10 Assorted Holiday Gifts
- Farm Fleet: $100 DeWalt Men's Hooded Heated Jacket
- Farm Home Supply: $90 Women's Ariat Brown Rhinestone Cowgirl Boots
- FastSunglass.com: Up to $10 off
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- Five Below: $5 Holiday Tees sizes S - XL
- Forever 21: Up to 30% off
- Fredericks: Up to 40% off
- Freds: $10 3 Pc. Throw or Sock & Throw Boxed Gift Set
- Frys: $70 ProHT 3-Piece Luggage + FS
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- Gander Mountain: $180 The North Face Terra 65 Back Pack
- Gap Factory: Up to 70% off
- Garibaldi General: 25% off with promo code BLACKFRIDAY2016
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- Goodys: $70 Genuine Stone Bracelet and Earring Set
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- Kmart: $50 2-pc Luggage Set, Purple
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- Kohls: $100 All Prodigy Velocity 3-pc. Hardside Luggage Sets + $15 Kohl's Cash
- Lacoste: Up to 50% off
- Lane Bryant: Up to 50% off
- Living Social: $26 Monogram Sterling Necklace
- Lord & Taylor: Up to 80% off
- Lowes: Black Friday deals on-site
- Macy's: Up to 15% off
- Macys: $479 1/2 ct. t.w. 3-Stone Diamond Ring in 14k Yellow, White or Rose Gold
- Mango: Up to 30% off
- Meijer: $50 American Tourister 3 Pc Luggage Set
- Men's Wearhouse: Black Friday deals on-site
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- Michaels: $5 All Watches
- Mills Fleet Farm: $40 CAT Men's Bridger Jacket
- Modells: $100 Timberland Men's 6" Padded Boot
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- New York And Company: $50 Tribeca Reversible Faux-Fur Puffer Jacket
- Northern Tool: $90 Gravel Gear Waterproof 10" Steel Toe Wellington Boot
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- Olympia Sports: $50 Avalanche Arctic & City Insulated Jackets for Men & Women
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- Rakuten: $69 Seiko Men's Core Analog Quartz Two Toned Stainless Steel Watch
- Rite Aid: $5 Select No Nonsense Tights or 3-pack Socks w/ Card (2)
- Rural King: $15 Kids' Winter Boots
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- Sams Club: $599 0.95 Ct. Wt. Diamond Earrings in 14K White Gold + FS
- Sears: $100 American Tourister 7-pc Luggage Set or Forecast Hardside 3-pc Spinner Set
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- ShiekhShoes: Up to 80% off
- Shoe Carnival: $50 Sperry Men's Lanyard or Leeward 2 Eye or Women's Intrepid 2 Eye Shoes
- ShoeBuy: Black Friday deals on-site
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- Shopjustice: $0 Justice In Store and Online, Before 10am Friday November 25th
- Shopko: Black Friday deals on-site
- Shopko: $40 Verdi 3-pc Spinner Luggage Set
- Silver Rush Style: Up to 30% off
- Skechers: Up to 15% off
- Sportsmans Warehouse: $130 Ogio Rig 9800 7500 cu. in. Rolling Luggage Bag in Mossy Oak Country
- Staples: $20 Targus Motor Laptop Backpack
- Stein Mart: $100 Kenneth Cole Reaction Men's 2-pc Suits
- StylishnTrendier: 7pc clip in wavy hair extensions now 15% off with promo code BlackFriday2016
- Sydney's Closet: Black Friday deals on-site
- Target: $50 Skyline 5 Piece Luggage Set
- Tilly's: Up to 50% off
- Timberland: Up to 30% off
- Time Machine Plus: 25% off selected watches.
- Toys R Us: $30 Kurio Kid's Watch
- Tractor Supply Co: $80 Wolverine Men's Soft Toe Boots
- Truevalue: $6 12-Pk. Jersey Gloves
- Victorias Secret: $0 Most-Loved PJ's + Free Slippers
- Walmart: $10 Russell Men's Hooded Tech Jacket, Size S - 2XL
- Wet Seal: Up to 30% off
- White Runway: 10%, 15% or 20% off selected designers and free shipping on all US orders.
- World of Watches: Up to 50% off
- Zales: Up to 20% off
- Zappos: Up to $50 off
Finance & Giftcard
- Office Depot: $100 Samsung Mono Laser M2070FW Wireless All-in-One Printer + $10 Gift Card
- Petco: $50 $50 Petco Gift Card + $5 Bonus Petco Gift Card w/ Pals Rewards Membership
- Raymour Flanigan: $0 Receive Up To A $200 Tempur-Pedic Visa Prepaid Gift Card
- Walgreens: $50 Google Play Gift Card + $5 Walgreens Gift Card
Fitness & Health
Food
Hobby
- At Home: $100 7.5 ft Pre-Lit Baldwin Fir Tree with 500 LED Lights
- Barnes Noble: $0 Gift Books for All Ages
- Discount Tire: $0 Any Set of 4 Wheels + $60 Visa Prepaid Card
- Half Price Books: $650 Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (First Edition with Illustrations by Hugh Thomson. George Allen, 1894)
- La Z Boy: $0 Black Friday Sale
- Pep Boys: $50 Big Red 3-Ton Trolley Jack
- Radioshack: $75 RadioShack 12V Pocket Jump StartePower Bank
- Sam Ash: $900 Jean Baptiste Tenor Saxophone Outfit
Homewares
Kids & Toys
Pets
- Pet Supplies Plus: $100 PetSafe ScoopFree Self-Cleaning Litter Box - Save $50 with Card
- Petsmart: $300 Aqueon & Top Fin Tank & Stand Combo (120 or 125 gal), w/ PetPerks
Services
Tech
Toys
Travel
Geo-specific roundups
A few members have messaged saying not all deals are relative to their area – so we've tried to mitigate that by including a few sites that have pretty comprehensive roundups for that area specifically.
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Global Inflatable Matress Market 2019 Opportunities, Key-Players, Revenue, Emerging-Trends, Business-Strategy Till 2024
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Friheten as main bed. Size of mattress topper to go for?
Hi. I will shortly be moving from the UK to Canada (Toronto) and into a studio apartment. I was thinking of going for the Friheten as my main sofa and bed. It would likely mostly stay in bed form unless I am hosting guests for an evening. I am also thinking of getting a Tussoy mattress topper to make it more comfortable as my main bed. Annoyingly, in the UK these toppers can be bought in non-standard sizes to fit the Friheten bed almost perfectly (140x200), but not so in Canada, where only standard sizes (full, queen, king, etc) are available. Has anyone done something similar? What size mattress topper would you go for... Full (slightly too narrow and short) or queen (slightly too wide)? Any other comments/experiences of using the Friheten as a main bed also appreciated. Thanks!
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How mattresses came to be
We have really come a long way from sleeping on straw, and our backs have thanked us ever since. We developed fabrics, invented pillows and slept on padded surfaces. Elaborate beds were a sign of wealth, more than they are today. When the first coil mattress was made in 1885, it took a little time, but it soon became the leading mattress type in the UK and US. Waterbeds were first introduced with goatskins filled with water. In the second half of the 19th Century rubber mattresses fitted for water were introduced to cope with bed sores. They were sold by mail order and would break and release water frequently. Soft sprung mattresses have been popular in the past 50 years. They are often accused of being a source of back pain, but doctors who have studied the issue doubt that, and many are skeptical about whether “orthopedic mattresses” are effective.
Humans originally slept on makeshift mattresses stuffed with leaves and animal hair in order to stay warm and dry. If you were wealthy, you would have had your mattress raised above the ground by placing them onto wooden frames or bedsteads. While there have been several improvements on the innerspring mattress and other types of mattresses introduced to the market, several centuries later we still rely on virtually the same product. The fact that the mattress has survived through time is a testament to the importance human beings have placed on getting a good night’s sleep.
Types and Sizes Most commonly found in the sized of twin, full, queen, and king.
- Twin mattresses are 39 inches wide by 75 inches long
- full (also known as double) mattresses are 53 inches wide by 75 inches long
- queen mattresses are 60 inches wide by 80 inches long
- king mattresses are 76 inches wide by 80 inches long.
Mattress thickness varies from brand to brand due to differences in building materials. Popular mattress types include innerspring, foam, water, air, synthetic fill, and animal hair fill.
Innerspring mattresses are a series of metal coils attached to a metal mattress frame. This type of mattress can have open coils that are hourglass shaped or pocket coils that are barrel-shaped and provide more support.
There are also foam mattresses came to be in the mid-1970s and gained popularity because of its ability to repel mold, is hypoallergenic and easy to maintain. Memory foam is a gel-like material that adjusts to pressure and bounces back once the pressure is released. It is an improved version of NASA memory foam technology and a Swedish company introduced it to the general public in the early 1990s.
Surprisingly, waterbeds have been around for thousands of years. These beds were sold in the United States during the late 1800s as therapeutic devices but boomed in popularity during the 1960s as vinyl became popular. Air beds are also commonly crafted from vinyl but unlike waterbeds, they are rarely used as permanent mattresses due to the inevitable air leakage.
There are also mattresses that are filled with synthetic fibers, such as futon mattresses; and animal hair mattresses that use wool and horse hair. One luxury mattress filled with horsehair, cotton, and wool currently retails for around $50,000.
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Mattress Mattress Evolution
We came a long way from sleeping on straw and hay. From fabric development to foundation creation, our backs have been thanking us. In 17th Century England beds were made with wood frames, with rope or leather supports, and a bag of straw for mattresses. Elaborate beds were a sign of wealth, more than they are today. J.P. Leggett invented steel coil mattresses in 1885; they were not popular at first but over time became the leading mattress type in the UK and US.
Mattresses have been around for thousands of years. Humans originally slept on makeshift mattresses stuffed with leaves and animal hair in order to stay warm and dry.’ The wealthy often had their mattresses raised above the ground by placing them onto wooden frames or bedsteads; and the concept of a raised bed didn’t become common among the middle class until the 1600s. While there have been several improvements on the innerspring mattress and other types of mattresses introduced to the market we still rely on the same product. The fact that the mattress has survived through time is a testament to the importance human beings have placed on getting a good night’s sleep.
Sizes Common sizes feature the twin, full, queen, and king.
- Twin mattresses are 39 inches wide by 75 inches long
- Full (also known as double) mattresses are 53 inches wide by 75 inches long
- Queen mattresses are 60 inches wide by 80 inches long
- King mattresses are 76 inches wide by 80 inches long.
Mattress thickness varies from brand to brand due to differences in building materials.
Innerspring Mattresses Innerspring or coil mattresses start out as a series of metal coils attached to a metal mattress frame. This metal frame is then covered with several layers of fabric to prevent any coils from poking through and to provide enough cushioning for comfort. This type of mattress can have open coils that are hourglass shaped or pocket coils that are barrel-shaped and provide more support.
Waterbeds Surprisingly, waterbeds have been around for thousands of years and were originally made from animal skins filled with water. The informational site, about.com, states that these beds were sold in the United States during the late 1800s as therapeutic devices but boomed in popularity during the 1960s as vinyl became popular. Air beds are also commonly crafted from vinyl but unlike waterbeds they are rarely used as permanent mattresses due to the inevitable air leakage.
Natural Fiber mattresses There are also mattresses that are filled with synthetic fibers, such as futon mattresses; and animal hair mattresses that use wool and horse hair. One luxury mattress filled with horse hair, cotton and wool currently retails for around $50,000.
Memory Foam This gel-like material adjusts to pressure and bounces back once the pressure is released. It is an improved version of NASA memory foam technology and a Swedish company introduced it to the general public in the early 1990s.
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[Guide] Bedding Basics
Hey!
I saw in the sidebar that we needed a bedding basics guide.
The General rule of bedding comes down to this: Materials Matter. There are materials that will offer a high quality, durable product, and there are materials that will offer an often softer, but less durable product. It all depends on what you're going for.
Bed While there are thousands of conversations about which mattress you should by (
/BuyItForLife can assist there) there aren't as many for what bed. While not every space
needs a bed most
do. First, consider the look you want:
Live in a white-wall vanilla econobox apartment? I would suggest the Malm for now - it's cheap, looks aite, and you can dress it up later when you move into a place with more character and not feel bad because it's like $200 or something.
Sheets A "Set" of sheets includes:
- Top Sheet
- Fitted Sheet
- Assorted Pillowcases
With sheets everyone is always concerned about thread count. Sure, 1000 threadcount sheets will feel better than 150, but it's not the biggest factor. I stand behind the fact that material is the most important factor in choosing sheets. 100% cotton sheets in 300 thread count will be just fine for most of us. A sheet set in a queen size will probably run around $50. If that's all you care for sheets, then skip the rest of this section.
Here are a list of other bed sheet materials and my thoughts on them.
- Cotton. Durable and basic, 100% cotton sheets usually wrinkle like crazy and come out of the dryer looking like a crumpled newspaper. Even the "wrinkle resistant" cotton sheets being offered now are still very wrinkled. - jwax33
- Synthetics. Polyester, Rayon, etc. Synthetic blend sheets can greatly reduce the price of the sheet set, so if you see a good bargain, check the blend. If you're in a pinch, you can make room for ~25% poly blend and still have okay sheets. Cotton/poly blends come out almost looking ironed. If you want neat sheets, consider a blend if you can find one. Blend sheets also tend to last forever.
- Jersey Knit. Give them a try if you're up for it. The material is Rayon (modal) so don't expect them to last long or keep you cool, but they will be very comfortable. These would make a great winter set of sheets. At the first sign of pilling, pitch them, as their low-cost means you can just get another set. These also come in more colors than typical sheets, so they can be fun as well.
- Flannel The ultimate in winter-mode bed sheeting/ continuous rustic feel. Flannel is a heavy-woven wool or worsted yarn textile that will really keep the heat. If you're in a hot climate, move along.
- Linen/Satin 100% cotton sateen, Linen sheets are the softest of the cotton sheets. They'll hold up well and stay soft for a long time, and have a little shine to them. Because they're cotton, expect a higher cost compared to synthetics.
- Egyptian Cotton The king of the sheets. Durable, comfortable and widely available, Egyptian Cotton sheets are spun from [duh, egyptian cotton] cotton that has long fibers, which reduces pilling, lint and increases softness. With good care, a quality set of Egyptian Cotton sheets will last decades. Additionally, because the strands are thinner, go for a higher thread count, say, 600-850.
Source1 Source 2 I expect there to be some debate on this, so let me hear it in the comments!
Pillows I fucking love pillows. That said, here is my research on them.
Pillow types:
- Back Sleeper - Firm and not too large
- Side Sleeper - largest pillow type
- Front Sleeper - do you even need a pillow?
Now, some pillow materials.
- Goose Down/Down general Goose down/down pillows offer amazing comfort and support. They have the perfect amount of "fluff" but still keep their shape. I have 7 pillows on my bed, and I always fish around for one of my down pillows before falling asleep on it. They're generally the most expensive type of pillow, but also the best, as down washes well and is durable, if care is taken. A less expensive option is to go Feather (instead of down) but I usually have to double-case mine because I get pricked.
- Memory Foam As seen on TV! Memory foam varies as widely as it's customers perceptions. I recommend borrowing or testing out these pillows before purchasing one. Some hate it, some love it, it's all up to you. Memory Foam offers great support, and can be nice and cool, but I've often found them to be too firm.
- PolyesteCotton fill Cheap and basic pillow. Poly/cotton fill pillows don't hold their shape too well, but can be a welcome find in that middle-of-the-night-why-am-I-not-comfy fuss. Depending on how they're filled, they can offer amazing support. Poly pillows will be warmer than cotton, so if you're a 'cool' sleeper, take note. Durability isn't this pillow's strong suit, as they'll lose their shape. <(jwax33)> Poly fiber fill pillows do not wash well -- they tend to mat and get very dense. If you like dense pillows, this is fine. I find that great for side sleeping, so I get the old poly pillows in the house. If you need fluffy, poly pillows will probably be disposable. Keeping them covered will extend their lifespan.
I defer to this
Ikea buying guide for more information as well as this very in-depth
guide on pillows Blankets I'll summarize by saying blankets follow the general gist of bedding: Materials Matter. That said, I have only one thing to say about blankets.
- If you are in a cold climate, nut up and get a fucking wool blanket. Wool is the best material for durability, longevity and warmth, hands down. The reason I am here today is because I survived my college house with paper-thin walls and a shit heater through a Michigan winter on two wool blankets. They can be found many places, but Pendleton is a great choice, as is Woolrich. One of my wool blankets is pushing 40 years old, in case you were wondering. Expect prices for 100% wool blankets to go over $100. Also, design-wise, wool is a great texture to decorate with, and works well in most design styles.
Comforters Comforters follow the same lines as Pillows as far as materials. Down being the best material, followed by cotton, followed by synthetic fill. Warmer climates can get away with a simple low-fill cotton or poly, but for those of us with mittens in our wardrobes, Down is the best. If you are fortunate to get two comforters, get one for cold (heavy fill) and one for warm (low fill/cotton/synth). A
basic medium fill down comforter should run over $100.
note get one that is panel-stitched, otherwise you'll end up with all of the down clumping in one area and generally pissing you off.
Duvet Duvet's are the pillowcases for comforters. I've seen talk before of people just buying comforters, waiting until they get dirty and pitching/re-buying, but let's be real here. A nice duvet can extend the life of your comforter many times over. Not to mention, Duvets give you another opportunity to add a design element to your bedroom. There's less of a concern with Duvet's over thread count, as you're not always snuggling right up next to it, but material choice still plays a role here.
Color I personally like and recommend plain white for sheets and towels (excluding decorative towels if you need them). White sheets can be bought in a variety of fabric patterns, such as tone-on-tone stripes or damasks to break up the monotony of white. But, your bed should be covered with something, a duvet or comforter for example, and that should provide the color and style you want, not your sheets. White sheets can be washed in hot water and bleached without fear. Same thing for white towels. Especially useful if you entertain a lot. -
jwax33 Shopping It's hard to recommend specific stores, so I will just make some general points. Avoid department stores and your big box linen stores like Bed, Bath, and Beyond unless they are having a 75% off white sale. Their prices are usually marked up staggeringly. For example, a no-name 100% cotton bath sheet at Macy's dropped my jaw at $65. A few weeks later I picked up no-name 100% cotton bath sheets (of a heavier weight) at Costco of all places for $11.99. So be mindful of markup when you shop. Shopping for linens online can be hard because you cannot see or touch the item and have to rely solely on a description to tell you how good the product is. Pay attention to details, check any reviews, and make sure you can return the product easily if needed. -
jwax33 So, let's hear your thoughts on bedding. I think I've covered the basics, but if there's something you'd like to add, I can discuss/make edits!
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Buying a new bed, what bed sheets do I go with?!
Hey
/malelivingspace Ordered myself a new mattress (the one I'm sleeping on I inherited when I was a broke college kid), and alongside ordering a new mattress, I'm looking for a new set of sheets as well!
For the mattress I went with
Bed in a Box. 11" thickness - Queen size. I'm pretty excited to go from my spring mattress to a highly rated memory foam mattress, but that is besides the point of this post. Hopefully it isn't as "hot" as people mention they are (memory foam mattresses in general).
Doing some research/searching, I've come to a handful of different choices ranging from $14-$60. I'm looking primarily for sheets, not necessarily a set.
That being said, here they are:
I'm leaning towards the LL Bean set but I can't find any specifics/reviews on Pima cotton, just the recommendation for the sheets. Target and IKEA are out of the running because I can't imagine getting a durable quality sheets for so cheap, but at the same time I live in Texas and I've read a higher thread count/heavy cotton sheets can get pretty hot.
Color!?!? Going for a cream color most likely; not white. My duvet is a red/yellow/brown/blue geometric shapes pattern, that I had picked up a few years ago from IKEA, so I'm leaning towards something neutral for the sheets.
Any suggestions/recommendations? Thanks!
Edit: I meant mattress, not bed.
A few more suggestions/options discovered:
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Moving to UK, few quick questions regarding furnished flat rentals
My wife and I are looking to move to the UK and we have been looking for flats to rent and have some questions we hope we can get answered here. 1. A lot of flats already come furnished, as this is not a usual thing here in Canada, we were wondering what is the usual condition of the furniture? Is it common that landlords replace them every few years or is it not uncommon to find furniture that has seen better days? 2.How are the procedures when it comes to cleaning the flat after a tenant moved out? I wouldn't call myself a germophobe but i'm a bit cautious when it comes to things such as the bed/mattress. Or is it just standard to procedure to just bring your own mattress when renting a furnished apartment due to hygienic concerns? 3. In pretty much all the listings we've seen, the bed always looked really small. Looked like a double bed or something like that. Is there a standard size for a bed for 2 people? Are queen or king beds a thing or luxury? 4. Since we've never lived in the UK before, we obviously have no credit record or anything. Would this be a big problem when looking for flats to rent? What could we provide instead?
Thank you in advance :)
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MISSING PERSON: Dr. Caroline LaPointe
Hey
/nosleep! I'm posting here because this one of my favorite subs. The mold stories, crazy demonic possessions, psycho girlfriends, psychic internet connections, ghosts and killers, I love it all and this subreddit has gotten me through many sleepless and homesick nights over the years. For those who haven't yet I suggest searching by Top/All Time and reading through all the entries of the first few pages. There is some really amazing storytelling there. Which is also why I want to apologize. I am not a writer. At all. I hope you keep that in mind and bare with me through this. Sometimes the message is far more important than how it gets there. I hope.
Over the course of the last 24 hours I've tried posting my story in four other,
much more relevant subreddits but it was deleted in all of them by the mods (several overlapping) and I was told that fabricating information and fear-mongering would not be tolerated. When I woke up this morning my IP had been banned in almost every subreddit I went in to, which is why I'm at the library now posting this under a throwaway account. I understand that my lack of verification or proof doesn't really lend any credence to my story which is why I'm posting it here instead, as a work of fiction.
Wink-wink.
Here's just a little background information about me first. I'm an 26 year old American, born and raised in NYC, who has been living and studying abroad for the past 4 years in London (I know it sounds like a crazy move but I knew what I wanted and my mother always said, 'in for a penny, in for a pound'). I wanted to get my Doctorate in Sports Medicine and I
think that's still going to be my plan, eventually. I had been finishing up my thesis at Queen Mary University of London in England. They have an excellent Sports and Exercise Medicine program where I was enrolled as a physiotherapist. That's all on hold for now. I'll explain what happened in more detail later. More recently though, I have started to travel and work with a beautiful and amazing French woman whom I've been fortunate enough to call my girlfriend for the last year. Her name is Caroline (I always called her Caro) and she is an amazingly loving and caring person. If I close my eyes I can still picture her beautiful bright green eyes and long dark hair. It's totally cheesy to say but I fell in love with her from the moment she first smiled at me.
I had been working in Tottenham, which is in North London and about a 40 minute commute from my apartment near the QMUL. I was working as a physio assistant for the Spurs. For the uninitiated, the Tottenham Hotspur F.C. is one of the premiere football leagues in London. They have a long-standing rivalry with the much more popular and well-known, Arsenal. I had never been crazy about sports growing up in the NYC, especially soccer (sacrilege, I know) but after moving to the UK and making friends, I eventually found myself calling soccer football and enjoying the social aspect of grabbing a few pints with friends and watching a game. This assimilation proved to pay off huge for me in 2012 when I landed a highly sought after position with the Spurs.
My job was great! I mean, I was a part of 'The First Team' for crying out loud! I spent most of my time at the amazing Enfield Training Centre in Tottenham and it was here that it hit me what big business socce-football is. Enfield is a
gorgeous, state of the art facility (it had literally just been built when I started working there) which included world-class player preparation areas, pools, a hydrotherapy complex, an
altitude room, a large-scale gymnasium and specialty sports rehabilitation suites. This all in addition to a gigantic covered turf pitch and several smaller practice pitches as well (a 'pitch' is just what they call a field over there). It also had me working closely with a ton of the top athletes in England. Assisting the PTs with their daily duties, rehabilitation programs, exercise regimens, eating and nutritional plans, setting up scans & MRIs. It was a completely invaluable learning experience and some of my colleagues were the brightest men and women in their fields that I've had the pleasure of working with. I first met Caroline when she came to Enfield and gave a presentation on head trauma in athletes and wether or not biochemical markers in blood can detect concussions. I'll spare the details but I found it utterly fascinating. It didn't hurt that she was drop-dead gorgeous. She was petite but carried herself with the confidence of men twice her size. Her presentation was only ninety minutes but the other doctors and trainers seemed to be clearing out and heading to The First Team Restaurant (yes, we even had our own restaurant inside the facility!) before she was even finished with her closing statements. I was anxious for her to finish as well, although for entirely different reasons.
I had been alternating between hanging on her every word as she strode confidently back and forth in front of her less than attentive audience and daydreaming about asking her to go get a drink with me. If she noticed that no one was really listening to her, she gave no indication. She was passionate, her words clearly rehearsed and important to her. She gestured with her hands and spoke with a heavy but clear French accent. I found myself wondering and wanting to know everything about this woman. Where did she learn English? Where did she study? What was she like outside of a professional setting? Was she fun loving and happy? Obsessed with her work? And most importantly: Was she seeing anyone? And did she live in London? I needed to find out.
Well, unfortunately and fortunately, the answers to my last two questions were both, 'no'. I approached her as she was wrapping up her laptop. Her presentation hadn't even been over for two minutes but we were already the last two people in the room. I'll remember the conversation that happened next for the rest of my life. I bumbled my way through introducing myself and told her how much I enjoyed what she had to say. She smiled and thanked me (a soft, 'Merci', I almost melted right there) and continued to pack her belongings into her bag. I was fidgeting and nervous, so much so that when I went to hand her some of her papers to help her, managed to somehow knock them all off the table on to the floor. She burst out laughing at the horrified reaction on my face and continued to giggle as I picked them up and stammered over an apology. I had 90 minutes to practice that exchange and that was the best I had managed to come up with. A real smooth operator I was. Anyway, I guess she found it cute or at least felt sorry enough for me to let me buy her coffee.
We sat at a table in the First Team Restaurant that was positioned right underneath a giant banner with the Spurs mascot and motto on it in giant blue letters, 'To Dare is to Do'. We talked all that afternoon. At first about her presentation (which I truly was fascinated by) and a lot of other mutual work related interests but eventually as the day went on, we ordered lunch and got a little more personal. Discussing family and friends, where we were from, what we each wanted to do with our lives, everything. As it turned out, Caroline was single. The problem was she didn't live in London, she lived in France.
This crushed me a little bit, when I had first moved to the UK in 2010, I was dating a lovely girl from New York City where I had been living. Her name was Stacy and she was wonderful but when I had decided to move to London, she stayed to pursue her acting career. She was a stage-actress who waited tables. It was such a cliche I know, but she was actually very talented. Stacy and I had decided to try the long-distance relationship thing and make it work because we thought we loved each other. How does that saying go? 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'? For me it was more like, 'absence makes the heart start to wonder'. Our phone calls and Skype chats grew more and more infrequent as the months became a year became almost two. Eventually it got to the point where I didn't even look forward to talking to her. It became a chore, an interruption in my life. To talk and catch her up on the details of the past week, talk about things she'd never see or people she'd never meet. There was just no payoff. No means to an end. I don't know if she felt the same way at first or she sensed how I was feeling. Eventually it just became a fight every time we spoke. How I didn't call enough or send enough pictures. She thought I was seeing someone else and although it couldn't have been further from the truth, I might as well have been. I had decided I wanted to stay in the UK and couldn't be bothered to tell my 'girlfriend' that bit of information. I would unenthusiastically play along when she would talk about our plans upon my return. My great return! Her knight in shining armor coming home at last! I was such an asshole. I should've just told her to move on with her life but I didn't. She got sick of all my bullshit one month shy of two years since I had moved here. Two years without contact. Two years on an invisible leash that I was too much of a coward to cut. I am sorry for all of that. I genuinely have tried to live my life as a good person but that is one thing I do regret; how I handled that situation. Though, to be honest, I don't know if I am handling this one much better.
Forgive me for going off track. It's been a very long few weeks, I've had a splitting headache and I really needed to get some of this out there while I have the opportunity. I promise though that it's all connected. The reason I bring up Stacy is that by the time I met Caroline I had sworn off the idea of a long-distance relationship forever. Even typing those words makes me shudder. What can I say though, I'm a hopeless romantic. By the end of that first day together I had somehow convinced this brilliant and gorgeous French woman to let me have her number and looking back, it completely changed the course of my life.
We stayed in touch from that day forward and would talk frequently. Caro was a Hematologist. Dr. Caroline LaPointe. She did most of her research with Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF for short) or as you probably know them, Doctors Without Borders. She loved to talk about her work. She would talk for hours about blood and genetics, virology, mutations, she could go on and often did, well into the night and early hours of the morning, while I sat on the other end of the phone and listened, trying to keep up with the medical jargon and her excitement. When Caroline would get really excited she would slip back in to speaking French and then laugh before apologizing to me. I know, doesn't exactly sound romantic but I loved every minute of those conversations. I didn't even mind that I was getting far less sleep than I should; staying up late on the phone with Caro and stumbling through my morning training sessions at Enfield. Eventually we began to visit each other. It was roughly a 12 hour drive but at the time I didn't care. I was in love again. We made plans to move in together, we would talk about job opportunities here in London for her and ones in France for me. This time I wasn't going to let someone slip away from me because of distance.
I imagine most of my romanticized way of thinking is why, when Caroline suggested I work with MSF and we could both work and travel together, I jumped on the idea. I mean, it was crazy. I knew it was, even back then. More so looking back now. It hadn't even been a year we'd been together but she was dead-set on working abroad and I was determined to not repeat what happened with Stacey. I did raise the question with Caroline of what exactly I would
do for MSF but she simply said I would act as her research assistant and if MSF wanted her bad enough (and they did) they would accept it. I couldn't believe I was just going to throw away everything I was building for myself in London but I reasoned that I could always return and resume my studies and that I would never meet another woman like Caroline.
That was in December. Our lives have been a whirlwind since then. I quit my job with the Spurs and said 'au revoir' to Enfield and moved into Caroline's apartment in France temporarily while she worked on grant proposal for MSF. It turned out that Caro was
much more passionate about her work than even I could've imagined. She wanted to go to Guinea in West Africa. I remember that conversation very vividly still. Put yourself in my shoes. Here I am, a fool in love, having just given up his life's accomplishments to be with a woman I just met. With schmaltzy dreams of traveling the world and making love in different tropical paradises. Helping local surfers and farmers with their leisure-related injuries while my girlfriend worked away in an air-conditioned laboratory punching in data and running tests. At night, we would dine on fresh fish that had been caught that day, sip on mojitos and sit by fires on the beach. Jesus, I was so fucking stupid. How did I manage to get this far in life yet still be so naive? So you can imagine my surprise when she tells me we are going to one of the biggest shitholes on the planet (pardon my French). I should've seen it coming.
Of course a Hematologist is going to want to go to West Africa, you dummy. Have you even heard of AIDS? I suppose I still could've backed out at that point. God knows I should have. Of course, me writing this means I didn't.
The final step in Caroline's grant was approved at the end of March. In my mind, this was all happening incredibly fast and every rational part of my brain was screaming at me to go back to Enfiend. Apparently though, Caroline had been working on getting this grant proposal approved at the various stages for a while now. Drafts and rewrites, more drafts and more rewrites; she had been going back and for with MSF for over a year. In the end, it turned out that MSF wasn't the one that approved the final draft of her proposal. It was the CDC that stepped in and took interest (I only found this out after the fact. I never heard any mention of the CDC until we were already in Guinea). Seeing how critical her work was to the current situation in West Africa, they fast-tracked the whole thing. MSF just went along with it and allowed Caroline to work with the CDC because joint-research facility in West Africa had already been established and Caroline had a contact there, a man named Dr. Martel who Caroline had studied with in France. MSF had doctors on the ground and contact in Guinea but they were in way over their heads by this point in time and couldn't fund Caroline's grant by themselves. They had no choice in the end really. They needed both Caroline and the CDC.
Her grant would take us to the National Center for Emerging and Zoonotic Infectious Diseases (NCEZID), in Conakry, which is the capital of Guinea in West Africa. She wanted to study the mutations of bloodborne viruses and see if they could become what she called, 'flyers'. She would constantly say it would only take one small mutation for a bloodborne virus to become airborne. She was convinced this was already happening in West Africa with a mutation of the Ebola Zaire virus.
'Airborne Ebola'! This was another phrase I didn't hear mentioned (conveniently) until we were already in Conakry. I don't know if Caroline intentionally withheld the true purpose of her research from me in order to not scare me off. I don't think she did. I also don't think it would've changed much. We left on the 28th of May; boarded an Air France flight right into the 9th circle of Hell.
Dr. Alexis Martel (Alex for short), picked us up from the airport in Conakry. When we arrived, he was standing there wearing one of those disposable dust masks you see construction workers wear sometimes. He was completely disheveled. His curly dark hair was matted and greasy. He was tall and thin and looked like he had been wearing the same clothes for days. Instead of shaking our hands he handed us each our own mask, which we each put on without further instruction. I remember thinking how bloodshot his eyes were. He insisted we take his little Mitsubishi sedan straight from the airport to his laboratory which was also in Conakry. Caroline didn't have to be at the NCEZID or report to the CDC and MSF for another few days, so we decided we would just check in at the hotel that we were staying at later and agreed to go with Alex. He spoke quickly as he drove, slipping in and out of French (much like Caroline would), almost in a panic, talking about how bad this mutation of the virus was. It was hard to hear from the backseat with him talking through his mask but I did hear him talking to Caroline about how long it was incubating for and he reverted back to speaking French at that point but he said, '6 semaines dans un patient', which is, '6 weeks in one patient' before he really got animated and started speaking faster than I could understand. I do also remember hearing 'faux-négatif' and 'impossible à faire'. He was pale and covered with a sheen of sweat the entire time he was telling us this. He kept having to remove his glasses to use his sleeve and wipe his brow as he raced past cars that were still actually going the speed limit. I could tell from the backseat all of this was making Caroline incredibly nervous. I leaned forward and put my hand reassuringly on his sweat-soaked shoulder, which was radiating heat and told him to ease up a bit. He was definitely running a fever. He just kept repeating the phrase, 'vous n'auriez pas dû venir ici'. Which means, 'You shouldn't have come here'.
By the time we arrived at Alex's lab, we had learned that he had just come from a crude, make-shift field laboratory in Kailahun, Sierra Leone, where he had been staying for the last few nights. The CDC and WHO were beginning to set up a treatment centers for the patients in that area because every doctor and hospital was completely overwhelmed by the virus. Alex had been inaugural in this operation and urged them in getting the facilities up and running as quickly as possible to try to quarantine the patients and minimize the exposure to other medical personnel. He kept saying to us that this should've been done
months ago and that things were already out of control. He was completely frantic, pacing back and forth in his small laboratory while Caroline and I stood there, jet-lagged and with our luggage bags in tow, wearing these stupid dust masks and utterly terrified at what this man was telling us.
Alex's lab was smaller and
much less 'official' than I had imagined. I suppose I thought that due to the deadly nature of his research, the CDC would have pulled out all the stops to make sure Dr. Martel was protected; but when we arrived it seemed that
anyone could just walk right in and help themselves to God knows what. Alex must've noticed my concern because he told me that normally there is was guard that comes in the evenings and watches the building all night. A local man named Timur, who Alex said he trusted and who had been vetted by the CDC, but who Alex hadn't seen since he left for Kailahun. He told us that he was worried about him. He had given Timur a prepaid cell-phone when he first started working for Alex and it was shut-off now which was very unlike him, according to Alex. Alex knew that Timur lived with his wife and five children in Boffa. Boffa is a port and small fishing town Guinea just north of Conakry and the chatter coming from that area was reporting that they were starting to see cases of the Ebola Zaire virus there now too. Alex joked that he also missed the Cachupa, a traditional West African stew, that Timur's wife would make for the two of them to share on the nights they worked together.
The building itself only had two rooms and from the outside you would never know that it housed one of the world's deadliest pathogens; it looked like any other building or home in the area. From the exterior, the building was squat and only had a single floor. The walls were concrete (like most the other buildings in the area) and all were painted in an ugly pinkish color. There were two front-facing windows visible from the road; one on either side of a thick, grey steel door (to passerby's, the steel door and array of antennas on the roof were really the only things that would let anyone know this wasn't just a normal residence in the area) and both were fitted with wrought iron bars that had been covered with cardboard from the inside. Upon entering the facility, it was much cooler, thanks to a high-tech A/C unit that sat in a window along the back of the building. There was also an emergency generator directly beneath it. The main room was divided in half with a thick piece of plastic sheeting that ran along the length of the room on a track that had been bolted into the floor and ceiling. The space on the other side of the thick plastic was cast in a glowing blue hue from UV lights that had been installed all along the ceiling. There was also a small decontamination shower located in the center of the room where the plastic curtain parted to allow someone to walk between the two spaces.
The second, smaller room had a toilet and a small living quarters where Alex had apparently been sleeping before he left for Kailahun. He told us he hand't been home to see his wife or young son in over three weeks. Caroline eventually was able to convince Alex (who was still frantically pacing and talking about the virus) to lay down and take a nap while she looked over his work. She promised him that we would be there when he woke up. He seemed to respond well to Caroline and I remember briefly wondering what the extent of their relationship had been. After Alex was asleep in the other room, I wound up getting into a huge argument with Caroline. Our first fight as a couple. It wasn't quite as light-hearted as I had imagined. I wanted to get the fuck out of there. She wanted to stay. We fought in hushed voices before I eventually conceded and moped in the corner for the rest of the night while Caroline went over Alex's work. She confirmed the situation was bad. A lot of the technical detail went over my head but basically this mutation of the Ebola Zaire virus had an incredibly long incubation time in the body, in Alex's research one patient, a healthy young male, had carried the virus for six weeks before presenting any symptoms! He died three days after that. Another man, a farmer, originally presented with the flu and tested negative for the virus. He was then sent home by his doctor where he went on living for another
month before falling ill and spreading the virus to at least 8 other known cases and 6 fatalities. This made the virus a nightmare to quarantine as carriers are showing false-negatives on blood tests and being let go back to their normal lives where they turn into a ticking time-bomb. It wasn't until Alex stepped in that anyone realized they were dealing with a different mutation of the virus that has a longer incubation time and higher fatality rate.
By the time the sun came up that next day we were exhausted. Both mentally and physically. But a decision had been reached. Caroline would stay and assist Alex with his research. She was worried at how woefully under-equipped and under-staffed both the CDC and her colleagues were to deal with this virus. In her mind it was, 'all able bodies to the front lines'. There was never any hesitation on her part. Despite my pleading that we could leave at any time and let someone else handle this, she just said, 'Dare est de faire'. This was the Spurs motto, the banner we had sat under in First Team Restaurant where we first met. I decided I was going to stay too. As my mother would say, 'Dans un sou, dans un livre'
Alex never woke back up. Well, not really anyway. We had to move Alex and his bed to the other side of the room, on the other side of the divider, taking every precaution in doing so. Both Caroline and myself donning white hazmat suits, the cheaper version of the yellow ones you see on television and in movies, carried the dying French doctor and his mattress to the floor in the far corner of the lab. We did this both so Caroline could monitor him more easily and for our own safety. I watched in horror, from the other side of that plastic curtain, as the virus ravaged that poor man for the next four days. We stayed with him the whole time, me on the outside of the containment room and Caroline back and forth, taking blood samples from him, trying to talk to him. 4 awful days. At one point he became lucid. Caroline was in there with him when that happened. I must've been asleep. She told me he was angry, he had been careful and he could not remember any time when he would've been in direct contact with the virus. He said he had
some flu like symptoms and fatigue but that had been over two months ago and he had felt perfectly fine since. Two hours later he bled out of every orifice on his body and died.
Caroline was pretty distraught but also determined. We gathered up our things and Alex's research and left for our hotel. Finally. Almost a week in West Africa and neither of us had even properly showered with the exception of decontamination showers Caroline took while dealing with Alex and I took on the way out just for good measure. Things settled down for a little bit after that. Caroline reported to the NCEZID with Alex's research and reported his death to the CDC so they could go and claim the body and secure the lab. I slept. I had been much more fatigued from the trip than I had initially thought.
I think it was about six weeks that things went on like this. Things are a little fuzzy during that time. Caroline would come home and tell me horror stories from the treatment centers where she would help out once or twice a week, when she wasn't in her lab. How they would be attacked by confused and angry locals. Locals who didn't understand that she was trying to help, who didn't understand why they couldn't have the bodies of their loved ones back to bury according to their customs. Their suits would grabbed and torn at by sick patients who wanted to go home. They would spit on her visor. Spit their diseased saliva right at her face! The patients who weren't restrained were getting up and running away. Terrified people who were confused and didn't understand what was happening, carrying a deadly, highly-contagious virus were running back to their families! It was madness. She would cry. It made me want to cry. I couldn't do anything to help her but beg her to leave before either of us got sick and I did just that every night. I could tell she was coming around to the idea. She could do her work remotely. She had proven herself here, she didn't need to stay. She was worth far more to this fight alive rather than sick or dead. I would tell her all of these things. I know selfishly I just wanted to leave myself but still refused to leave Caroline behind. She was the only thing I had left.
Last week it all finally changed. I had been sick all morning on the toilet from some bad food we must've eaten. Caroline came in around 6pm and I could hear her calling my name. I came out of the bathroom to a look of horror on her face. She looked terrified. She didn't say anything and recoiled when I stepped towards her. She started sobbing and saying 'je ne peux plus faire ça' and 'im désolé'. She must've been sick. She must have not wanted to infect me. She covered her mouth and continued to cry as she left our apartment. That was the last time I saw Caroline. I composed myself and tried to track her down at her lab but she wasn't there anymore. Her colleagues told me she had packed up her research a little while ago and left in a hurry. They told me all of this through thick biohazard suits. They tried to grab at me and get me to sit and calm down but I pushed them back and ran.
I think Caroline might be sick. I will find out what happened to her. After she left me, I was alone. I was sad and homesick. I needed to get out of this hellhole and back home with my family to regroup. I needed to see my family.
So, that's where I've been the last few days. I'm staying at home with my mom in her apartment in the city. I thought being home would make me feel better but it hasn't really. I've been really fatigued lately and my stomach is doing much worse than it was last week. I'm heading home now, I'm tired and I've been here all day but tomorrow I'm going to come back to do some more searches and see if I can't find out any information about where Caroline is. I don't have any of her pictures with me here today but I fear she might be out there and sick. This virus is a lot worse than anyone anticipated and I need to find her before it's too late. It gets pretty crowded here in the afternoon so hopefully I'll be able to get a computer. I'll update you guys when I can.
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Creepy Old House is True to Form
This won't be succinct as I tend to lean towards exposition, but you may find it interesting if you're into this sort of thing.
Back in 2008, when the whole mortgage bubble burst in 'Murica, our house was foreclosed on and my parents had to find a place to rent, for cheap. I had just returned from a year in the UK and decided to move back in with them and my two younger siblings to help out.
My Dad found an old farm house, built in the late 1890s - two floors, four bedrooms, one bathroom (an addition from the 1950s), tiny kitchen, dirt-floor basement - you get my drift. Rent was understandably low, which was the clincher for my Dad. My Mom hated the place, as did I, but I guess it had its charm? My brother couldn't have cared less, but from the beginning, my sister refused to be left alone in the house.
Despite the title for this post, I didn't initially find the house creepy - it was just old and a far cry from what I was used to. It wasn't until about a month after we moved in, when I had my first "experience" (or whatever you want to call it) that made me uneasy.
My brother and sister frequently went in my room to borrow books and DVDs, something that I was normally okay with. On this particular occasion, my brother and I had had an argument that morning about something arbitrary - I don't even recall what it was. What I do recall was the rage I felt when I got home from work, went in the house, walked up the stairs to the second floor and saw him running out of my room, across the hall in to his room, slamming the door open. It was around 6pm during the winter and I hadn't turned the stairway light on, nor were there any lights on upstairs, so when I say I saw my brother, I mean I saw the shadowed form of a person running from my room to my brother's room, slamming my brother's door open in the process.
I'm going to flat out state here that this wasn't out of the corner of my eye, or one of those flashes that you turn to see and then there's nothing there. This was an actual person that I was facing full on, who was actually running, audible footsteps and all, pounding from my room to my brother's room, hitting the door and slamming it on the interior wall of his room.
I ran up the last couple of stairs and went into my brother's room, flipping on the light as I went in, already yelling at him. Imagine my confusion when I realized I was yelling at no one in particular - there was no one but me in his room. At that point, I was fuming, but also super confused. The room was small - so small that two steps in, you were standing in the middle of the room. So small that his queen-sized mattress and box-spring took up the entire back wall and didn't have a bed frame because it wouldn't fit; if he had the bed perpendicular to the wall it would have left no room for his dresser. That small. At the time, the window in his room was painted shut (during the following spring he chiseled it open), but even if it hadn't been, we were on the second floor - it was highly unlikely that someone had forced open the window, removed the screen, jumped out, hovered in the air (or hung onto the windowsill), replaced the screen, fell to the ground and ran away. Honestly though, if the window hadn't been fully painted shut, I would have believed that was what had transpired no matter how unlikely, even though I was in the room seconds after the person ran in, because that would have made more sense to me than what had actually happened.
Anyway, I went and checked my sister's room, then my room, but there was no one.
I went downstairs to tell my parents. When I walked into their room (under my brother and sister's rooms) my Dad asked what all the racket upstairs had been about - they confirmed they heard running and a door slamming against the wall, right before they heard me yell and run into my brother's room. When I told them what happened, they confirmed that no one but them had been home and my Dad picked up his 22 pistol and went outside to check around the house. We lived on three unfarmed acres, surrounded by cornfields, though being winter at the time, there was nothing but dirt.
My brother brought my sister home a few hours later - they had been at a game and when I told them what happened my brother laughed and said it must have been a ghost (not at all meaning it) and my sister goes "Now you know why I don't want to be left alone here".
Not long after this happened, I started having dreams of me laying in bed sleeping, being watched by someone standing by my bedroom door. That was it. That was the dream.
I normally sleep through anything; I've slept through tornado alarms, earthquakes... but at this place, the mice in the walls would wake me up.
During the day, in broad daylight, I would hear my name being called in a sing-song woman's voice. It happened at night as well, but to me, it was creepier during the day for some reason. I heard conversations happening between multiple people when no one else was home. I heard pacing in the hallway outside my bedroom door. I'm not easily scared or spooked or whatever, so I don't think my imagination was working overtime. It was pissing me off more than anything.
I moved out the next fall, because it was driving me nutty. It was frustrating because, although my Mom and sister were both generally creeped out by the place, no one else was hearing or seeing anything. The dream was recurring frequently and every time I had it, I'd wake up in a cold sweat. The last time was right before I moved to my new place, but it was slightly different in that the person standing by my bedroom door started walking towards my bed. The moment they took the first step I screamed myself awake and woke up my sister and one of her friends that was sleeping over.
Fast forward four years later: my Dad became very ill and was in the hospital for quite awhile. I wanted to be there for them, so I moved back in with them.
I got my old room - my sister had been the only child left at home for quite some time and took over my brother's old room as a closet when he moved into my room after I left. I asked her why she didn't just take the big room and she said she felt safer in hers.
The dreams started again, pretty much immediately. Someone standing by the bedroom door, in the dark, just watching me sleep.
We lived there for almost a year and 1/2 after I moved back in - the phantom voice calling my name started up again - though this time, my Mom would hear it as well. I'd be up in my room, she'd be downstairs in the living room and I'd hear my name being called and she would hear "Mom" being called and we would both meet at the bottom of the stairs, thinking the other person had called us.
One of the last physical things happened last spring, right before we moved out. I was laying in bed, trying to get to sleep. Normally, sleeping isn't a problem for me, but I had been having difficulty for awhile. I heard a knock on my bedroom door, but I didn't answer, thinking it was my sister just coming home for the night and wanting to talk. I would have totally been up for it, but my work commute made for an early morning, so I just kept my eyes shut. I heard my door open and someone walked over to my bed (I was laying on my left side, with my back to them). They rested their hand on my hip, leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek - I felt the weight of them and everything, then heard them leave and shut the door.
The next day, I apologized to my sister for ignoring her. She said she had no idea what I was talking about. I asked my Mom. No dice. My Dad couldn't do stairs at the time, but I asked him anyway. Nope.
I've completed a paper on parasomnias and their potential ties to neurodegenerative diseases, so I'm aware of sleep paralysis and its various forms. I wasn't sleeping, and I had full control of my faculties at the time. I was also on my side and, statistically, most sleep paralysis episodes take place when the person is laying flat on their back - not that it matters, because I was completely awake. I turned my light on a few minutes later and started reading. I'm a bad sister.
At any rate, the family that owned the house had a few of their properties foreclosed on, so my parents had been paying rent to the bank for a few years before I moved back in. They finally decided to sell the properties and wanted to raze the house to sell it as farm land and we moved out last summer.
One of the last nights I was there moving the rest of my things out, my sister had just left to take some more of her stuff to her new place. I told her to lock the door behind her because I was going to be up in my room and didn't want some rando walking in and murdering me. She left and I kept packing up. About 20 minuets later, I ran down with a container of stuff, put it in the living room to take out later, then went back up to get another container. I was walking through the door to my room when I heard my name being called from the living room. I stopped and stood there, because it was so loud, like, unreal loud and echo-y since the house was practically empty, that I thought I must be going crazy. And then I heard it again. I ran downstairs, while the last bit of my name was still resonating in the hall and there was no one there. I checked the front and side doors; they were locked. My sister's car was gone, but I called her anyway and asked her if she had just been in the house. She said "no, but are you really surprised?"
There were things that happened there that I can't explain without sounding loony-tunes, but they happened. I don't believe in "ghosts" per se, so I won't tell people I've experienced ghostly activity. It didn't feel like ghostly activity - it felt like very real people, people with density and matter, people who were not a part of my family, walking around and talking in that house.
Why I experienced the brunt of it, I'll never know, but I'm glad it's gone.
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Amazon.co.uk: queen size bed Select Your Cookie Preferences We use cookies and similar tools to enhance your shopping experience, to provide our services, understand how customers use our services so we can make improvements, and display ads. Shop online for beds, mattresses & more from leading brands with free delivery nationwide. All sizes. Comfort guarantee. We're never beaten on price! In the UK, bed sizes are measured according to the size of the mattress they hold, which is a standard measurement. However, the actual dimensions of the bed frames can vary according to their shape and style, which is what can often cause confusion. A common mistake is to use the mattress size measurements for the required space, but you should always look at individual bed frame dimensions Queen Bed Dimensions: 60 Inches by 80 Inches This is the first genuine ‘double’ bed size and is the most popular of the mattress sizes US manufacturers offer. This is roughly equivalent to the King size UK mattress (60” x 78”). Many taller people use this as a single because they can move about on it better than smaller mattresses. A cozier option than the Cal king- or king-sized mattresses, the queen mattress offers just the right amount of room for a deep and restful night’s sleep.This comfy size is a smart choice for an apartment, guest room or smaller bedroom. Browse Costco’s affordable selection of premium queen mattresses, and choose from luxurious memory foam, cooling latex, ultra-soft pillow top, or extra Amazon's Choice for "queen size bed" Coavas Double Bed Frame 4ft 6 Solid Bed Frame with 2 Headboard Metal Bed Frame Black For Adults, Teenagers, Only Bed Frame 140x198 cm, New Version 4.1 out of 5 stars 2,123 A queen size bed is a whopping 60 inches wide and 80 inches long when it comes to mattresses, so you’ll need a brilliant online delivery company to ensure it gets to you safely. And, just to confuse us all, queen beds are sometimes referred to as ‘king beds’ in this country – so check your dimensions carefully! There are so many things to consider when you’re buying a bed or mattress – not least what size you should opt for. If you’re buying a bed for two adults then there are a number of things that you need to consider. Length of Bed. Firstly, the length. It is advisable to buy one that is at least 10cm longer than the tallest person. The last thing you want is for your feet to be dangling Queen is the most popular mattress size on the market, as it’s perfect for couples. It offers ample space to spread out and allow kids and pets to sneak onto the bed sometimes. First time in UK! 5' King size TEAK Wood french Queen Anne style Four poster bed. £1,399.00. Free postage. or Best Offer. 14 watching. Single,Double or King Size Bed Base in Black.Choose Storage Options&Headboard. £120.00. Free postage. Click & Collect. Single, Double, King Size Divan Bed Base in Cream.100% cheapest on Ebay.Bargain! £95.00. Free postage. Click & Collect. vidaXL Bed Frame
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