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Results from a Phase I/II study of Medivation's pidilizumab demonstrated potential clinical benefit in paediatric patients with diffuse intrinsic pontine glioma (DIPG).
The study, which was exploratory in nature, was designed to assess the safety and tolerability of pidilizumab, as well as key clinical outcomes, such as event-free and overall survival.
DIPG is a rare and aggressive paediatric cancer which is responsible for the highest brain tumour mortality in children. Children with DIPG experience a median overall survival between 9-12 months and a two-year survival rate of less than 10%. Despite more than 30 years of clinical research, there have been no improvements in clinical outcomes and there are no approved treatments for DIPG.
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Data from nine paediatric patients with DIPG who were treated with pidilizumab following completion of standard radiation therapy were presented. The median age of the study population was 6.5 years (range: 3-19 years): eight patients had intermediate risk features and one patient had high risk features. The reported mean event-free and overall survival estimates were 12 and 15.6 months, respectively. Three patients with DIPG remained progression-free at 16.3, 22, and 24 months following diagnosis, with one patient experiencing a partial response.
Adverse events of any grade reported in at least one treatment cycle include neutropenia, fatigue, loss of appetite, hypertension, nausea, and lymphopenia; only neutropenia and hypertension were reported as grade 3 adverse events. The study continues to enrol patients.
Commenting on the results, David Hung, M.D., Founder, President and Chief Executive Officer of Medivation, said: "Separate studies have revealed the potential of pidilizumab in haematological malignancies, and these results, while in a small cohort in a rare disease, suggest its potential activity in other conditions. We are especially encouraged by these results in a devastating disease that typically leads to such rapid and certain mortality, and we remain committed to advancing the clinical development of pidilizumab as we continue to characterise its unique and differentiated mechanism of action."

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Library of Vivec is a location found in The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind.
It is a library in Vivec City, which is accessible from the Hall of Wisdom beneath the High Fane in Vivec, Temple Canton. It has a very large collection of books. Mehra Milo can be found here.
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The Nerevarine must speak to three informants within the city of Vivec City about the Sixth House and Nerevarine Cult, one being Mehra Milo at the Library of Vivec.
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Violations by the Government of Sudan continue, despite the "fresh" start from the US Special Envoy and the new US Sudan Policy announced on October 19, 2009. Sudan continues its dangerous tactics: Delay, Manipulate, Block, Ignore, Deny. We know of attacks on civilians, threats of forced returns of IDPs, the blockage of humanitarian aid and threats on aid workers. Three million Darfuris are displaced in camps, and time is running out to fulfill the terms of the CPA for South Sudan.
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Chapter 3.1 Work and Rest
A week of hard work, tears and anger followed. Rachel tried to use her powers subtly and control them as well as using them when needed n case of emergencies. These 'emergency situations' were made up by Helen in the limited space - such as fires, incidents or injuries and when things are needed quickly. Helen helped test her reflexes by throwing stuff. At the beginning Rachel kept getting hurt and healing then she eventually got better. Rachel was also taught how to fight and join her energy, being and powers. Helen often fell asleep as they pulled all-nighters but Rachel appeared to only need a few minutes alone while thinking deeply to recover. Helen also took readings and test results after, before or during exercises. She did this secretly but feared Rachel knew. They had become good friends and Rachel trusted Helen, allowing her to do tests and ask her things but somewhere in her mind she felt Helen would betray her, she kept this quiet as the week progressed.
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"Are you okay? Not feeling car sick are you?"
"No, I'm just worried. Will I be okay in the town?"
"You'll be fine. Your powers have increased to amazing strength and you have a lot more control. My Honey will be pleased to meet you so you won't be welcomed coldly."
"Honey. Odd name for a child. Isn't it a food substance?"
Helen chuckled. "Yes but I named her that because she was so sweet when I first saw her. She looked up and gurgled before falling asleep." Rachel smiled then tied up her hair with the hair band that had been around her wrist. Her hair instantly became a neat, high ponytail. She put on her fingerless black gloves and folded her arms. She wore a blue vest top with black tights and a medium-length black skirt. "You're never cold are you?"
"Nope, I can keep my temperature consistent."
"Lucky you." Helen said. Helen was wearing a long sleeved top, jacket and thick trousers. The temperature had decreased rapidly and Helen was the only one to suffer out of the two. "Where's your little blue jacket?"
"Behind the chair. I was too hot in it."
Helen looked then nodded. The blue jacket had been worn by Rachel just before she had been experimented on and held a lot of sentimental value. Helen sighed then pulled into a driveway.
NP "She's here! Mummy's here! Mummy!" Honey was about 6 had very dark hair and bright blue eyes. Honey waved enthusiastically from the doorway. Rachel unclipped her belt, opened the door then slid out of the car and stood tall. She looked around the small garden and path making up Helen's front garden. A few flowers were dead but most of the others were in full bloom. Some had been cut and put into a vase in the windowsill of the living room. The grass was slightly green and several bowls were under the living room window. "Hello mummy!"
"Hello Honey." She lifted up her daughter then hugged her tightly, as if they hadn't seen each other for a while. "You're so big now."
"Yeah, I grew 7 inches!"
Helen supported her with one arm then smiled. "Wow, you'll over take Daddy in no time." The father walked out, he was about 6 foot which made Rachel smile at the comment Helen had just made. "Hey Rich, sorry I was so long."
"Don't worry. I know how work gets to you."
They kissed briefly. Honey poked her mother then pointed.
"Is that your friend?"
"Yes. Rachel, this is: Honey my daughter and Richard my husband."
She said then looked sharply to the left. An old woman was walking pass slowly.
"Shall we go in?"
Helen asked, locking the car then entering. Rachel stepped in slowly, watching the old woman closely.
NP The house was homely, yellow, green and blue colour schemes were present throughout the first floor. There were fresh flowers in hand painted vases in every room. The house was well kept as if magic was used but Rachel knew that wasn't possible with the family. As Rachel was pulled into the living room by Honey, who was over enthusiastic at new visitors, she noticed a few crystal figurines on the sideboard. Her eyes were instantly drawn to them and she walked over to investigate closer. They were figures of a family: one male, one female and a young child. All shared the same base and the child was just in front of the two adults standing close.
"A friend made them for us. We had to pay a bit extra but it's worth it."Richard said.
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Project Title 1 - Determination of Bound Deoxynivenol in Barley Breeding Lines: Recent reports of bound deoxynivalenol (DON) in barley and wheat are a cause for concern, as by definition, bound DON is that which escapes detection by the routine analytical methods. The objectives of this one year project are to (1) determine the prevalence of bound DON in commercial samples of barley that have been infected with Fusarium Head Blight (FHB), and (2) to determine how differences in plant resistance to FHB and DON accumulation impact the levels of total and bound DON. Project Title 2 - Malting Barley Deoxynivalenol Services: The malting and brewing of Fusarium infected barley presents a number of processing, product quality and public health concerns. Fusarium infected barley also is unsuitable for human consumption and for some livestock. The ultimate solution to Fusarium-related problems is the development of FHB resistant barley cultivars. Testing for deoxynivalenol (DON) is an integral part of barley varietal development programs focusing on Fusarium resistance. DON testing, however, is a very expense part of these programs, and thus can limit the number of lines, which may be screened within a given year. The primary objective of this project is to provide barley breeders and pathologists, working on the development of Fusarium resistant barley, with affordable, accurate and timely DON analysis. Funds requested will support the analysis (DON) of up to 16,000 barley samples on an annual basis.
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Remember when Volvos were square? Having never been in fashion, they could never fall out of it. They had, instead, a kind of haughty permanence. Now look at the bulbous new XC60.
It's the work of Steve Mattin, a British designer responsible for the original Mercedes-Benz A-class, the previous-model S-class and the first version of the current SL. He's proud of it. I ask him: "After designing an object of beauty [I lied a little here; I think the XC60 a touch overwrought, frankly], doesn't it break your heart to see one crashed?"
He replies: "It's not a problem, because they won't crash." It's a neat answer, one that ties in with Volvo's new piece technology: City Safety.
You now don't have to pay much attention when crawling through traffic, because the XC60 will stop you automatically when you come up behind another car or anything else with a reflective surface. You need to be travelling below 9mph to be sure of avoiding impact, and the stopping is necessarily quite violent, but it really does work. Low-speed shunts could be a thing of the past.
The XC60 uses a laser beam fired from below the interior mirror, and calculates what it might need to do 50 times a second. Maybe you like the idea of a car controlling you. Or maybe you think it encourages inattention. Whatever, City Safety allows lower insurance costs and that has to be a good thing.
For all its bold new look and talk of fusing coupé style with 4x4 ruggedness, the XC60 is a hard car to place in the Volvo range. You would think Volvo would have created a slightly smaller SUV and gained a more useful range spread. But you reckon without the vital US market, whose needs – pre-credit crunch, at least – dictate a size of SUV below which a carmaker is not taken seriously.
The XC60 isn't especially roomy, but with the back seats folded it's a good load-bearer and the decor is striking. The seats have contrasting colour sections and upstretched arms, and the usual Volvo "floating"' centre console is even more ethereally attached than usual. It's asymmetrically angled towards the driver and has a larger void behind it, useful for storage.
As for engines, there are three to begin with, all mounted across the nose: two five-cylinder, 2.4-litre turbodiesels of 163 or, for the D5 version, 185bhp, and 3.0-litre, 285bhp turbo straight-six fuelled with petrol. This last produces an official 284g/km of CO2 and comes solely with a six-speed automatic transmission, and it's hard to imagine it finding many buyers, especially as prices start at £31,995.
It propels the XC60 from 0-60mph in 7.1 seconds and it sounds smooth, but in practice it's ferociously thirsty. Better, then, to concentrate on a diesel version, of which just the more powerful D5 was available to test. It's a grumbly engine by modern standards, but once you're moving, the pleasing harmonic of a straight-five comes through. The D5 is reluctant to get going, though, especially in automatic guise, not least because this is not far off two tons of SUV. And for that obesity there is little excuse. There will, however, be a lighter, front-wheel-drive-only XC60 with a revised turbodiesel engine next year. That's all right, then.
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The natural order of progression for a football coach is the same as that for a football player -- dabble in Pop Warner leagues, shift to high school, gain entry into the college game and soar from there to the pros.
But what about the pro coach who moves to the college game?
It is becoming fashionable. It is less viewed as a downward career step. The college salaries have improved. The players are more impressionable, the fan base is revved and the game has its special color and pageantry. Oh, and the control factor. All football coaches love that.
''The biggest difference from being an N.F.L. head coach to a college one is now I'm in charge of everything, especially structure and personnel,'' said Pete Carroll, the new head coach at Southern Cal, who won a Super Bowl ring as a San Francisco 49ers defensive coordinator, and who was a Jets and New England Patriots head coach. ''I am responsible for everything that happens here. I love that because in the pros, it was hard to share authority in those areas yet be totally accountable.''
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Hey, is this just a Jets thing? Actually not.
Bill Walsh, a three-time Super Bowl winner and Hall of Fame pro coach, retired as the San Francisco 49ers' head coach in 1989 and then three years later resurfaced as the Stanford head coach, a job he had previously in 1977 and 1978. Coaches in most circles revere Walsh. When he did that, it helped place a sense of respect for the career move that had been lacking before.
Now consider that the salaries are becoming similar -- a collegiate coach at a major program can easily earn $1 million a year, about the average for an N.F.L. head coach -- and the jump to the colleges is a more palatable one. Colleges want these coaches because frequently they bring a recognizable name and face to their programs. Collegiate players want these coaches because the coach just left the place where most of them dream to go.
''A guy who has coached in the N.F.L. does bring a certain exposure to the media,'' Carroll said. ''I mean, I've coached in New York and in New England, and that's about as hot as it can get with the media. From the players, I feel a little bit of intrigue and mystery from them. You try to connect with that in your coaching and in your recruiting.''
That is another reason a pro coach is more likely now to consider college coaching. With free agency and salary cap issues swirling around all N.F.L. teams, a pro coach often feels like a recruiter. He has to sway big-name free agents each year to consider his team, persuade his prime free agents to stay, and throughout the process accept turnover on his roster each year. Now, because of salary-cap restrictions that force younger and cheaper players onto his roster, he has to take rookie and first-year players and find ways for them to contribute immediately.
Veteran N.F.L. coaching legends like Chuck Noll, Tom Landry and Don Shula did not have to do that for their entire careers. Those guys coached in the same pro site for 20-plus years apiece and their philosophies and their players became entrenched in the franchise.
''So, the thinking is for some coaches is if I've got to do this now, why not do it on the college level?'' said Dom Capers, coach of the expansion Houston Texans, who will begin play next year. ''And think about the fact that the pro season is twice as long. Next year, we play 5 preseason games, 16 regular season games and if we make the playoffs, that's at least 22 games; the most a college team is usually going to play is 11 or 12 games. That makes it more appealing.''
Capers is in an unusual position now. Each day he is building to field his team for the 2002 N.F.L. season but some of his tasks are quite college-like: Three or four speeches a week to various groups in Houston, making other appearances to help sell stadium suites and season tickets and finding other creative ways to help keep support in Houston bubbling for the return of pro football.
But Capers has practice. From the early 1970's through 1983 he began his coaching career in college, as a graduate assistant coach at Kent State and then as an assistant at Washington, Hawaii, San Jose State, California, Tennessee and Ohio State before reaching the old United States Football League in 1984 and the N.F.L. in 1986. His first pro head coaching job was with the Carolina Panthers (1995 through 1998).
''A lot of coaches used to say that the reason they left college was because of the recruiting, that they just couldn't stand it,'' Capers said. ''When I was at Tennessee in '80 and '81, we would bring recruits in during the season, have them in for games and dinner, have breakfast with them the next morning, and you wouldn't even get to watch your game film until late that next afternoon. Then those kids could only sign an Southeastern Conference letter of intent; that protected them from other S.E.C. schools but not the other programs around the country. So, then, you had to recruit them all over again. The recruiting process has been streamlined, and that also makes the college job more appealing.''
It has to be refreshing for a former N.F.L. head coach to look into the face of a 19-year-old and see the pure merriment and joy of youth compared with staring into the face of a 33-year-old veteran who thinks he has seen it all and knows it all about the game. College football, for the most part, is about growth and maturation. Pro football, in essence, is about business.
''You simplify things in college and you teach with great flexibility,'' Capers said. ''You can see more directly how your influence changes lives. What football coach wouldn't want that?''Continue reading the main story


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Tuesday, April 9, 2013
"D" is for Desk Makeover
9 comments:
- Jacque n Matt Knowlton said...
Jaime, Love the personalization that you've added to this desk! And love that you breathed new life into a family hand me down! Great job!
- April 9, 2013 at 8:16 AM
- Jenny said...
I adore this desk, and the personalization really sends it over the top! Beautiful job!
- April 9, 2013 at 8:41 AM
- Cassie @ Primitive & Proper said...
such an awesome desk! i love the finish, love the letter, and hello to those sweet feet!
- April 9, 2013 at 8:52 AM
- DaiseyJayne.com said...
What a transformation! Love the brass feet and how you stripped them, never heard of that "recipe".
- April 9, 2013 at 9:17 AM
- Korrie@RedHenHome said...
Wow! It's so much harder to bring a piece "back" that has been painted. You did an amazing job!
- April 9, 2013 at 11:08 AM
- Ryan Naylor said...
Every time I see something like this, I'm like, "Man, I wanna do that!" So rewarding I bet. Nice work!
- April 9, 2013 at 7:09 PM
- VMG206 said...
Beautiful! Love the rustic, natural look ~ and the Monogram!
I'm visiting you today from DIY Showoff. I hope you get a chance to stop by my blog and leave a comment, too!
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- April 14, 2013 at 1:03 PM
- Desiree @ The 36th AVENUE said...
Love it!
I am featuring you tomorrow :)
- April 22, 2013 at 11:41 PM
- Suzan Sweatman said...
Just popped in from 36th ave - this is fabulous looking - I'm in love!
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Chapter Eight
'So, are you sure you've got everything with you? Toiletries? Pyjamas? Spare clothes?' Joe asked, zipping up my rucksack.
'I think you've probably packed enough to last me years!'
Joe kissed my forehead. 'Just have fun tonight, and I think I can trust you enough to give you your phone back (I took my phone, and shoved it into the front pocket of my hoodie.) Call me when you get there. I've taken down that password thing, but I don't want you calling that George, okay? Keep safe.'
A car horn blared twice outside.
'That must be…Lottie's dad!' I said, throwing the old rucksack onto my back and we walked to the front door where Joe watched me walk towards an old blacked out 4x4, where the only part of the driver was his large hands tapping quietly against the wheel. I opened the door and sat in the passenger seat, flinging my rucksack onto the back seat.
'We'll be at Headquarters in a few minutes. Just sit back and relax,' a heavy German accent confirmed as he turned the car out into the road.
'Who the hell are you?' I asked, getting nervous.
'My name is Dieter Fastred Von Rathskeller. George told me to pick you up.'
Dieter Fastred Von Rathskeller had long and tousled dark brown hair, and light blues eyes that shined in the lights of the street lights like two pieces of sapphires. His cheeks had been drawn in so much that I would have to suck in my own cheeks to resemble his. He wore a dark grey jumper overcoated by a long black duffle coat, with belted boots and dark blue jeans.
'So…you're a…Searcher too?'
He only nodded, and kept his eyes on the road.
'And…err…you enjoy it?'
He shrugged. 'It is okay, I guess.'
'Are you mates with George and Amyas then?'
Suddenly, Dieter swung the wheel to the far right, slamming his boot onto the brakes, launching me forward, with my seat belt saving me from slamming my face into the windscreen. Dieter made a low growl at the back of his growl. His eyes suddenly turned bright amber, making me think back to my nightmare, and then pointed his finger at me accusingly.
'Nicht immer sagen, dass namen vor mir!' he roared in German, his eyes wide with rage, and his angry voice booming, then turned back to the wheel, as if realising what he had just did, counted to ten in German, then rubbed his brow with his thumb and index finger before he reversed back onto the empty road and carried on down the road.
'I am…I am…so sorry,' he continued in English, 'please forgive me. I and Amyas do not look at each other favourably.'
'It's…it's okay, I'll try not to mention him in front of you,' I replied.
'Much obliged,' Dieter thanked, lowering his shoulders, 'if I may, I had my doubts about you, you know, girls of this era.'
'Girls of this…era?'I asked with a quizzical look on my face.
'Yes,' he continued, 'I had my doubts about your attitude. I did field research and discovered that some girls these days can be very rude and thoughtless.'
'Not all girls are like that, you know. Girls from Liverpool are known to have very good and welcoming spirit.'
'We are here,' he pointed out.
Dieter was the first to get out. I took off my seatbelt, and reached out to open the door until I noticed Dieter at my door, opened it, and held my hand as I stepped out onto the pavement. What a gentleman!
We approached a tall, shiny looking building. The lights were off, and no workers were in sights, until I noticed an old man mopping the lights of the reception area with great care. He turned his beady eyes from the soapy suds to us, eyeing us suspiciously.
'I don't think he wants us in there,' I said but Dieter carried on walking towards the large glass doors.
'He works for us actually. His name is Victor. He is kind and believe it not, he is from the Victorian times.'
I laughed. 'That old? How old is he? 90? 95? 100? More?'
Dieter shot me a confused look, as if I had said the most idiotic question in the world, as he pushed a key into the slot, turned it, responding with a reassuring click.
'He is two hundred.' Dieter replied, as if this was the norm. He stood to the side, allowing me to step into the dark room first. Victor bowed his head at us as we passed him.
'Have you taken your pills, Mister Rathskeller?' Victor suddenly questioned, in a rough London accent, tapping two blue and green pills from a small container onto the palm of his withered left hand.
'I do not need it, I told you.'
'Suit yourself,' he muttered, then carefully placed the pills back into the container, shoved it into his dirty overalls and went back to his mopping.
I sped up to catch up with Dieter. 'What do you need pills for?'
'Oh…it is nothing. I do not need it anymore.'
'Oh…okay,' I replied, mostly out of fear he would hurt me if I went further. Dieter led me into a lift, and raised a plastic cover over a red button marked with a 'S' on the top of it. He pushed the button with his thumb, which glowed to a bright red at his touch.
'This looks like a public building, doesn't this button get noticed?'
'Oh, of course!' he explained. 'We did a deal with the head of this establishment to whom George holds a strong and stable relationship with: the employees are not permitted to touch the button. Doing so, they face being fired.'
Dieter turned to me, an eyebrow raised. 'Are you hurt?'
'What-no, I meant 'ouch' as in: it's harsh…like not letting a starving man eat for a month while being locked in a room full of food…or whatever.'
'An odd example.'
'Yeah, well I wasn't expecting to give one.' I replied quickly.
Just then, the lift shuddered into life, and began to descend. Cheesy lift music sprayed dust from the old speaker system, thus destroying the awkward silence between us. I looked up at Dieter, noticing beads of sweats forming on his temples. He looked longingly at the dull, grey doors, as if longing for the door to finally open.
'First time?'
'What?' Dieter barked, taking this question offensively.
'In a lift.'
'Oh…I…umm…descend from a long line of claustrophobics, and the stairs do not go down further enough to where we want to go.'
'Tell me about it,' I replied, rolling my eyes.
'Very well, I lived in Stuttgart in Germany…umm…five years ago; my father often locked me in small cupboards after finding out about my phobia.'
Dieter turned his eyes towards me, but then turned back to the doors, remembering the meaning of this. 'Yes,ouch!What about you, eh? Got any fear to confess?'
I hesitated for a moment, but then realised and knew that I was in good company, and if the question was reversed Dieter would have answered without question. Dieter craned his head towards me, giving me an 'I told you mine; now tell me yours' look.
'I'm afraid of…well…Iwasafraid of the Bogeyman…grabbing me from…under my bed,' I admitted, my cheeks blushing. Dieter only laughed, revealing a pair of pearly white teeth.
'Ah yes! The Bogeyman (then he shot me a serious gaze, making my heart leap), but really, an actual fear.'
'Well…where to start really…I guess, when I was younger…I was afraid of thunder until these bullies from my old primary school locked me outside during a thunderstorm, when I went to one of their houses for a sleepover. I forced myself to walk back to my house on my own and then I just stopped being afraid. But now, I guess my big, main fear is probably…Fiends.'
Dieter gave me a piercing look at the mention of the very word. I may as well have said 'Amyas' yet he wouldn't have given me such a stare of such savagery. His kind blue eyes returned to two, bright amber eyes, like two burning suns.
'What do you know about Fiends?' Dieter snarled.
Ting!The lift made an abrupt halt, clumsily shoving me into Dieter's arms. I looked up and quickly collected myself, then moving myself out of there quickly, as Dieter locked his killer gaze on me. He stepped out of the lift and grabbed me by my arm.
'What do you know about Fiends?'
'I ran into one,' I said, shivering. 'With George and Am- you know who.'
Dieter let go of my arm. 'So he was not joking. You actually did experience a Fiend attack,' then he walked past me.
'I'm sorry for falling on you by the way.'
'It is okay, you are not my type.'
Dieter let out a big sigh. 'I guess…since we are discussing the latest Fiend activity anyway, I am sure you could make a friendly contribution from…well some of us call people like you normies.'
'Why normies?'
'It is just what we call…people who are outside of the organisation. Anyway, I am sure if you contribute your experience of your attack, we will be glad to exchange confidential knowledge with you.'
We walked down a long corridor. The gold wallpaper sparkled like diamonds against the light from the lamps hanging from the ceiling, as if diamonds had been crushed and embedded into the paper, and the floor had been adorned with beautiful red carpet that looked like it much have been taken care of and cleaned daily so that it could properly excel to its fully potential of beauty and splendour. Along the walls, there were many framed pictures, some photographs, some paintings, of attractive looking people, all with the flawless benefits of youthful beauty. Below their pictures was a name, date of birth and death.
'Who are these lot?' I asked.
'Thislot,' Dieter began, 'are some of the greatest Searchers that ever graced these halls with their presence. They all fought for the cause, and died for it, and so their portrait is hung up on these walls to commemorate their spirit. Some of these people lived thousands upon thousands of years ago, decorating the history of the Searchers Organisation. Once you have got your face on these walls, it is eternal glory and moral fibre for you.'
We stopped at the last two pictures of two figures that somehow grasped my attention the most out of all of the portraits firmly. The woman on the left looked the mirror image of me, and the young man on the right had my eyes and dark hair.
'Are they….are they my parents?' I asked, examining the pictures closely and with great detail. Below the woman's picture, engraved along the bottom of the gold frame was:
Jayne had to be the mirror image of me, with long dark brown that sat neatly on her shoulders, with eyes like two chocolate buttons. At the time the photograph had been taken, she had looked somewhere in her early twenties. She had worn a long white summer dress embroidered with pink roses, with a blue sapphire hanging from her golden necklace. And below the man's picture, also engraved along the bottom of the gold frame was:
My father, if it was my father – Ianto Ward – during the time this photograph was taken had the appearance of a twenty something, with hair that I couldn't point out because the photograph had been printed in black and white, but I assumed it was a very dark brown hair, like mine, which had been spiked up nicely at the front, wearing a black leather jacket over coating a plain white shirt, reminding me of Callum for a second.
'Yes, Jayne and Ianto Ward were a huge credit to the team. It was also easier to chart the City and the surrounding area. Shame, what happened to them,' Dieter said, approaching a large steel frame door that looked as if it needed something very, very powerful in order to knock it down.
'What…what happened to them?'
Dieter looked at me worriedly. 'You-you have not been told?'
'Told what?'
Dieter shot back to the door. 'Oh, I am sure you will be told soon.'
'Why are you talking like this as if it's just a small minor thing?'
Dieter ignored my question, muttered something, again in German, under his breath, as he punched in the numbers into the keypad at the side of the door. A comforting beep followed, and the screen of the keypad went blue, the correct code flashing on and off. The steel door lifted upwards, disappearing from side. Dieter stepped in, pulling me in as he did, and the door behind us slammed shut, with a loud BANG!!
I pulled my arm for his sturdy grasp. 'Dieter! Did you hear what I said?'
'That information…is strictly confidential!'
'They're my bloody parents who I haven't even met! I suppose you'd want to know what happened to your parents if you never met then.'
Dieter looked over his shoulder. 'I know my parents. Their cares would be elsewhere. Especially my father.'
He approached the second door, a clone of the first, and typed in the same code into the keypad but this time, a large eyeball suddenly shot out of the door, attached to wired machinery. It eyed us both, one by one, with its blue iris constantly changing into lighter and darker shades, applying the most attention towards me.
'What…is it?'
'That is the greatest security system ever created, and the most advanced piece of technology on this earth. He is called PATCHES, which stands for Private Aid to Central Headquarters and Enhanced Security.'
'Is it…alien?'
Dieter turned to me, as if I had just said something stupid. 'You actually believe in aliens? This is the real world.'
'Hey, give me a break. I've just discovered only a few days ago that werewolves and weird shape shifting monsters exist! Now tell me about my parents!'
'Greetings, friend,' PATCHES interrupted, in a clear, monotone voice. 'Would you care to state your identity or die?'
On that note, a small metal tube ejected from the wall besides the keypad, and pointed it at Dieter, who didn't seem to flinch at all.
'It…can talk?'
Dieter rolled his eyes. 'My name is Von Rathskeller Dieter Fastred. Born in 1892 on the 1stof July in Stuttgart, Germany, and employed to the cause in 1914. I am a primary werewolf.'
'Hang on, you're a werewolf?'
'Yeah, I am a werewolf. Let us not go too down into this.'
'And wait, you told me that you lived in Stuttgart five years ago.'
'Well…I lied. Just shut up, and you will understand soon.'
PATCHES turned towards me robotically.
'Greetings, friend,' PATHCES repeated. 'Would you care to state your identity, or die?' He pointed the weapon at me.
'My name's Ward D-' but PATCHES interrupted me, as a straight, emotionless shout of rejoice sent an ear-piercing shriek through my ears.
'Oh joy!' PATCHES exclaimed tonelessly. 'Mrs Ward!'
But Dieter butted in, waving his hand over PATCHES's eye.
'No! No! PATCHES, this is not Jayne Ward. This is the daughter of Ianto and Jayne Ward.'
The next move PATCHES made sounded similar to an internet search scan, which really old 90s computer would have sounded like. The sound of the repeated clicks made Dieter twice, but he looked on.
'Username, invalid!' PATCHES announced.
PATCHES aimed the small gun at me. I started to retreat my steps, only to bump into the door behind me. A purple gas hissed from the weapon, and spread fast!
Dieter growled in fury, as if this had meant that he would have to miss his favourite programme since he didn't have Sky Plus, and threw his hand over my mouth and nose.
'Whatever you do, don't breathe it in!' he growled.
'What about you?' I mumbled, allowing just a fragment of oxygen so I could talk.
'Doesn't matter!' he muttered. 'Just shut your mouth!'
I did so.
Dieter's grip against my mouth grew greater as the gas concealed us in a purple torpedo until finally it had finally loosened a few seconds later so that his hand only cupped itself over and around my mouth, allowing me to fill my starved lungs with delicious oxygen. PATCHES tilted his round, dome-like head to the side in confusion.
'Von Rathskeller Dieter Fastred, born in 1892 on the 1stof July in Stuttgart, Germany, and employed to the cause in 1914 and primary werewolf, what is the meaning of this intrusion?'
Dieter waited until all of the gas had disappeared, and then spoke:
'Darcy Ward is a guest of Olsen.'
PATCHES's dome eye lowered; if he had a human form, he would have been blushing.
'Apologies, Von Rathskeller Dieter Fastred, I must have overlooked Olsen George Adrian Francis's notice. It will not happen again. Please go through.' PATCHES insisted.
Staring at PATCHES's miniature gun the whole time, I, nervously, stepped through the door with Dieter.
'Are you okay, Dieter?' I asked, looking over his shoulder.
'I am well,' he muttered, 'and yourself?'
'Yeah. What was that stuff?'
'It was a gas George discovered when he was researching in the Cloud Jungle in Mount Kinabalu in Borneo. He managed to contain the gas somehow before it could spread to any villages close by. It is deadly.'
'And you survived it?'
'Yeah, I have this…immunity – it does not matter now. Come on.'
I stepped through one more steel frame door, resembling a door you would see on a navy ship or submarine, and my eyes widened.
'Welcome to Searcher Headquarters,' Dieter announced, standing next to me and admiring the view for himself. 'It looks better when it has been tidied up though.'
The Headquarters was nothing like I had seen before, and exceeded all my expectations, with my expectations being a dark room at the bottom of a council estate. Despite being underground, the ceiling seemed to go on forever. In the circular room, there were steel doors, like I had seen before, leading into other compartments. The walls were made from red bricks of Victorian design, with the word 'SEARCHERS' painted in black, next to the entrance. Crowding the middle of the room were many computers, linked to each other and flashing on and off as if they were experiencing technical errors.
I couldn't find the right words; I had been too shocked and in awe to speak. Dieter tried to stifle a laugh.
'Always happens to the new people,' Dieter muttered. He walked over to the computers and climbed onto a stool, facing a computer, which I assumed was his. He typed something into the computer, and the flashing on his computer stopped immediately. He caught me as I looked at the flashing screens with concern.
'Don't worry about the flashing. You're not epileptic, are you?'
I shook my head.
'Oh, good, and the flashing means that the computer is in temporary recovery mode.'
'A what?'
'A screensaver.'
All of a sudden, the green leaves of the plant, next to Dieter's mouse, started to twitch and move, as if it had a mind of its own.
'Err…Mr…Von Rathskeller-' I began.
'Please,' he interjected, silencing me with his hand, 'Mr Von Rathskeller was my father. Call me Dieter. It's like Peter but with a D instead of a P.'
'Okay….but Dieter, I…I think…I don't mean to sound…stupid…b…but I think that plant just moved…can wind get this far underground?'
Dieter raised an eyebrow. 'If we opened a window maybe.' He looked over towards the swerving leaves on the stem of the plant, as if an invisible wind had been affecting it. Dieter swivelled on the stool towards another computer, punched the enter button on the keyboard and a bleeping sound could be heard from above.
Suddenly, a girl fell from above, just inches away from me. I covered my ears to hear the crash, but no sound came. Gingerly, I opened my eyes again and gaped in wonder. The blonde girl was 'levitating' above the ground, with her face only inches from the steel floors.
'Oh…my God,' I called out. 'Is she okay?'
'She's fine.' Dieter replied, staring back to his own computer screen. 'Probably just trying to get attention.'
Suddenly, the girl made a strange gesture with her hands, and suddenly she levelled herself to a standing position. She beamed. Definitely wanted to get some attention.
'Darcy, this is Angel. Amyas's (a name to which he said behind his teeth with a sharp inhale) little sister.'
At 'little sister' Angel pouted, and folded her arms. Angel held an appearance that immediately reminded me of a modern day Marilyn Monroe, from her short and curly blonde hair, with a wavy fringe that slightly curved over her bright blue eyes. She had the appearance of a seventeen year old girl, yet her eyes suggested she was a lot older than that.
'Nice to meet you, Angel,' I said politely, and gave out my hand to shake. Angel only looked at my offered hand, smiled and then grabbed my face, and kissed me on each cheek, as if we were in France or Greece.
I blushed. Dieter noticed this.
'Don't worry, Darcy, I think that is her way of saying hello,' Dieter consoled, his eyes still boring into the computer screen.
'You think or you know?' I enquired, watching Angel levitating the plant pot. 'And why can she levitate that…plant pot?'
Abruptly, a square object shot out of the side of the computer, and into the air like a rocket. Dieter caught it single-handedly, and handed it to me.
'Here's your ID card. I've already inserted your biogenetics into the system, so next time, PATCHES won't mistake you for a Fiend,' Dieter explained.
'Because PATCHES is very, very good at what he does.'
'No, I mean, how did you get my biogenetics?'
Dieter only smiled, then tapped his nose. This only worried more even more, and set even more questions wild, so much that I thought it would explode at any second. Jarring me out of my thoughts, Angel grabbed my hand. 'Come on, Darcy! I'll show you around.'
At this, she giggled, like an excited four year old on the way to Toys R Us, as we ran over to the closest steel frame door. She dialled the code number, and then PATCHES shot out of the wall.
'Greetings! State your identities or die?' PATCHES enquired, in the same monotone voice. Angel inserted her own ID card, which hung from her neck, into the slot next to PATCHES's eyestalk.
'Mitchell, Sarah Angel Louise. Born on the thirteenth of August 1927 in Fulham, England. Employed to the cause in 1944.'
'Your name's not Angel?'
'I like the name Angel better than Sarah.'
'Username accepted (PATCHES turned to me and blinked twice) State your identity.'
I copied Angel, and pushed the card into the slot. 'Ward, Darcy Jane. Born in 1994 in Liverpool, England…err…and employed into…the cause…in 2011.'
I managed to stop myself from adding in the occasional 'I think' and 'like', so I wouldn't have to face being choked to death by gas. PATCHES closed his giant eye again.
'Username accepted. Please enter.' PATCHES confirmed, opening his eye, then returned our ID cards, then returned back into the wall. The door swung up, and we stepped into the room.
'This is the artillery sector. This is where me and my stupid brother Amy are sectioned, but he also has the medical sector cos he's so bloody greedy and stupid. I organise all the weapons from smallest to biggest whilst Amy just lays there, being stupid like the lazy, inconsiderable thickhead he is!' Angel explained unexpectedly.
The Artillery sector was quite the contrary to Angel's speech. All of the ammunitions and magazines had been littered across the strained, camouflage carpet, and the weapons on the shelves looked as if they had been shoved as far back as possible. To my left, a small desk had been left untidy, with sweet wrappers crowded one half of the table while an unfinished game of solitaire covered the other.
'When was the last time you organised this place?'
Angel rolled her eyes. 'Ugh! You sound like George!'
'Speaking of George, where is he? I didn't see them when I come in,' I asked.
'Well, you wouldn't, would you? George and Amy went to Paris a few hours ago. They're keeping a lookout for two secondary werewolves, who have disguised themselves as tourists. I've always wanted to go to Paris. I've always wanted to climb the Eiffel Tower, and see all the catwalks. Do you think I'd look good walking down one?'
I chuckled, and was about to add in a sarcastic remark, until the intercom, shoved into the top corner of the room, blurted out, coughing out a rain of dust.
'Mitchell and Ward, please report to the briefing room!'Dieter's voice announced.'Mitchell and Ward, I repeat, please report to the briefing room!'then the intercom switched off with a loud click!
Angel walked me out of the sector and towards the briefing room, our arms linked with each other, like BFFs. 'I've always dreamed of meeting another Ward, especially the offspring of 'the' famous Wards of the Searcher Organisation!' she said gleefully, as we walked.
'It's…err…always nice to meet a fan,' I replied, blushing a little. Then, we appeared at a light blue, transparent door with the words 'Briefing Room' stretched along the middle of it, in bold lettering. I could see Dieter inside, wearing reading glasses, sorting out folders and files on a long table in the middle of the room.
Angel punched a finger at a small red button at the side of the door, making it slide to the left and out of sight.
'Ah! Girls! Please, take a seat anywhere, and I will de-brief.'
We sat, and Dieter aimed a small remote at the ceiling, dimming the lights of the room. Now, the only lights were the small red light from Dieter's remote and the bright blue from the television screen embedded into the wall.
'Now, whilst George and Amyas are away, I will take place as Assignment briefer. So please, listen carefully.'
At the mention of Amyas, Angel made a coughing sound that sounded like the word 'loser'.
'Anyway,' Dieter continued, 'PATCHES has received several signals of Fiend activity which have breached the Perimeter-'
'What's the Perimeter?' I questioned, raising my hand nervously.
'The Perimeter is the borderline between our world and Delfan – the Fiend World, to which you had encountered when you were attacked by the Fiend with George and Amyas, and it has been breached. George managed to secure it in the late thirties, but unfortunately, it could only hold for so long,' Dieter explained thoroughly.
'Alright,' I said, half understanding this, 'let me just get one thing straight. I've been hearing all this…stuff about you being born in the 1800s' and you, Angel, being born in the 1920s'. You lot are just messing around, right? I mean, none of you look older than I am. George too! How can he have secured it over seventy years ago?'
Angel chuckled, as if I had said something stupid.
'It seems you don't know much about George, or about us.'
Dieter did that move the doctors on television programmes did – if they had glasses – when they had bad news. He leaned forward against the table, talking of his glasses.
'Darcy,' Dieter said, gravely. 'You know, this organisation is a…life changing…career – so to speak – and there are people who-'
'Oh, for God's sake, long story short. George's immortal, I'm immortal, Dieter is and so is my stupid brother. We're all immortal, and soon you'll be immortal too.'
'How soon?'
'Soon enough,' Dieter answered. I struggled to believe this. This was insanity. I pinched myself hard to make sure that this was some crazy dream. I actually hoped that I would wake up and find myself in Callum's bed, with him drooling over me instead of this reality. This was cruel.
'And what about my parents? When were they born? And, more importantly, tell me how they died!'
Dieter and Angel shot brief glances, and then Angel rested her warm hand over mine.
'Darcy…' Dieter muttered, and then he rubbed his brow, a sign that this was a subject that was far too delicate to be discussed at the current time, despite this being about my own parents from people who seem to know them more than me. 'Let's just get back to the assignment, okay? Now, these are the destination points around the City, shown by the red dots where PATCHES has managed to race the signal, although there are too many portals breaching at one time, and with less of us here, it might cause a problem.'
'So? Can we call the SAS in to help?' Angel suggested.
'The Society of American Searchers, Angel, are currently on a hostile mission in Buenos Aires where some rogue…(he looked me, hesitating to say the next word)…primary werewolves have been killing civilians. Besides, I doubt Vanessa or Zack would want to close portals,' Dieter answered, 'and-'
'Why?' I butted in.
'The SAS are called in when our organisation is in desperate need of aid.'
'Well, isn't this a desperate need of aid?'
'I said this would cause a problem, Darcy, I didn't say we were completely hopeless. The Perimeter is like the Equator, the further away from it you are, the less need to attention you give it. The Perimeter is the strongest over Los Angeles, so the SAS, who are based there, this is a minor crisis.'
'Right, so what is a massive crisis to them?'
'Oh…probably…wide scale vampires, Fiend or werewolf attack. They are very good at what they do. George holds a strong relationship with Vanessa, who runs the organisation over the Pond. They try to visit around the holidays if there is nothing going on.'
Dieter pulled a small phone from his pocket, flipped it open, began texting, and then shoved it back into his pocket.
'Right, I've informed George and Amyas (yet another cough that resembled the word 'loser') of the current situation. They will be here as soon as they can.'
Even Dieter seem to be a little annoyed at this tiring comment. Was Amyas liked at all in this place? No wonder he kept to himself.
'Right, Angel, will you please select the weapons for this assignment?' Dieter asked politely, then walked out of the room, leaving me and Angel alone.
'A thought just occurred to me,' Angel began, watching Dieter go.
'What's that?'
'Why does Dieter stink of gas?'


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Udaipur, South Tripura, Feb 19 (UNI) Prime Minister Manmohan Singh today reiterated the UPA government's initiatives for the development of Northeast.
Addressing an election rally here, he said as per the National Common Minimum Programme, the government had identified seven priority sectors like agriculture, water, education, health care, employment, urban renewal and infrastructure in backward region, especially in the Northeast, to ensure higher economic growth and more equitable social and economic development.
Terming the enactment of the National Rural Employment Guarantee Act (NREGA) an exclusive gift to the people of the country, Dr Singh said, '' It provides a legal guarantee for at least 100 days of employment, to begin with, on asset-creating public works programme every year at minimum wages for at least one able-bodied person in every rural, urban poor and lower-middle class household and would be extended to all the districts of the country.'' At the same time, he claimed that the UPA government had given the highest investment, credit and technological priority to the continued growth of agriculture, horticulture, aquaculture, the floriculture, afforestation, dairying and agro-processing sector of the Northeast, which would significantly add to the creation of new jobs.
The UPA government had also attached the highest priority to the development and expansion of infrastructure like roads, highways, ports, power, railways, water supply, sewage treatment and sanitation, he said, adding Tripura alone had received Rs 250 crore under PMGSY and Rs 150 crore in NREGA so far.
He lamented that as many as 350 villages of Tripura had not yet got electricity despite UPA government's policies to enhance the region's energy security, particularly in the area of oil and gas.
Referring to his last visit to Tripura on the foundation stone- laying ceremony of ONGC's 750 MW power plant at Palatana in Udaipur in 2005, Dr Singh said the Left Front government in Tripura had ''failed'' to bring the project in operation till date and promised, ''If the Congress alliance comes to power this time, the state would see a tremendous growth in gas-based industries.'' UNI XC-BB KK HS KP1656


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Who needs to complete a leave form?
All permanent employees, which includes: administrators (all levels of management), teachers, classified staff, trades and craft staff and exempt employees. Leave forms are required for all absences from a position except for professional leave which requires a professional leave form.
Where do I get leave request forms?
Leave request forms are available from the building secretary or Human Resources Department.
Who needs a copy of my leave form?
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When is my leave balance adjusted for leave used?
- Employees paid monthly, leave balance is adjusted monthly following the leave used. A sick or personal day taken in October will not be deducted until the November payroll.
- Employees paid bi-weekly, leave balance is adjusted each pay period for leave taken during the pay period.
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I wanted to put up these interviews with Robert Prechter, founder of Elliott Wave International, and Marc Faber, author of the Gloom Boom & Doom Report, because they explain how two gloomy scenarios could play out with the financial system and U.S. debt if things turn for the worst, and what to own.
Robert Prechter, a deflationist, believes the stock market will fall 90% from here, dollar denominated credit will implode, and the U.S. will eventually default on its debt and unfunded liabilities by repudiation (refuse to pay its debt or honor contracts).
Marc Faber believes the U.S. will just print money via the Federal Reserve to pay off its debt with a depreciating dollar. Meaning the U.S. will default by inflation or possibly hyperinflation (see the Weimar Republic in 1923). Marc Faber also said he could see the U.S. government defaulting on a portion of its foreign held debt, which could lead to trade wars or actual wars (w/ China for example). But, in the end, Faber ultimately believes that the system will collapse if central banks continue to print money globally. (Prechter and Faber both believe that the hundreds of trillions (USD) of derivatives outstanding won't help backstop the system either. Related: Marc Faber Is Convinced The Derivatives Market Will Cease to Exist (Video).)
To hedge against their disaster scenarios, Prechter likes the U.S. dollar and Faber likes gold (and farmland and some equities). I think it's interesting that they both think investors should stay away from Treasury bonds. (Related: Robert Prechter Makes a Huge Call on Treasury Bonds (Video).) Peter Schiff couldn't believe that Prechter thought the U.S would stop printing money if a deflationary collapse ensued. I found the interviews on Youtube.
Robert Prechter interviewed on Schiff Radio in October 2012
Marc Faber interviewed on Schiff Radio in October 2012
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Marc Faber and Robert Prechter's Differing Views on What to Own if System Collapses, U.S. Defaults ($USD vs. $GOLD)
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Annette Messager, "Continents Noirs"
Widely exhibited and collected since the 1970s, Annette Messager makes enigmatic works from simple materials that refer to identity and daily life in ways that are childlike yet sinister. The Parisian Conceptualist is as celebrated for her artist books and altered photos as she is for large-scale installations, like the Pinocchio-inspired project for the French pavilion that won her a prestigious Golden Lion at the 2005 Venice Biennale. Here she presents two sprawling installations, along with other pieces, including drawings that toy with the French word for "luck"—chance.
The first piece you encounter, The Hat, sets the stage for the rest of this magical show. It features a tall, black cone fringed with long, brown locks suspended above a fan, which sends the hair flying like a witch on a broom. Next up is a darkened room displaying The Black Continents, a collection of 19 hanging sculptures of architectural and animal forms based on the floating islands from Gulliver's Travels. Viewed upside down and lit by swinging bulbs, these otherworldly structures cast ominous shadows on the surrounding walls.
The second installation, titled And clean up your room, offers an amazing array of stuffed leatherette pieces—including a figure, ensnared in a net, with a tiny bed on his chest, and countless badges with words and images that curiously catalog both the artist's good fortune and her haunted dreams.—Paul Laster
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"This was the night when the balance of power swung to Manchester City..." Such pronouncements have become a part of the modern vocabulary of Manchester derbies and will be issued once again, seven days from now, if Manchester United lose at the Etihad Stadium. Yet those words were penned 44 years ago by the reporter Ronald Crowther after one of many occasions which challenge the claim, bolstered by Sir Alex Ferguson on Sunday, that next Monday will deliver the biggest Manchester derby ever staged.
As the 1967-68 season moved into its finale, which Crowther was writing about, Ferguson was hardly paying attention: he was in a Rangers side in the throes of being caught up by Celtic, presaging the end of his own unhappy period at Ibrox.
But down in Manchester, City and United met under floodlights on 27 March 1968 for what has remained the only clash in which the two have fought for domestic supremacy.
City's 3-1 win took them level on points with United, the reigning champions, then tying on points with Leeds United at the top. City were the arrivistes, only just promoted from the Second Division in 1966, yet displaying title quality with the likes of Colin Bell, Francis Lee and Mike Summerbee.
It feels like a lifetime ago, now. Two of the '68 game's opponents, United's George Best and Summerbee, were such close friends that they bought a flat together. But the intensity of the match – rearranged under lights because the Old Trafford pitch had been waterlogged – was fierce. City conceded in the first minute but goals from Bell, George Heslop and Lee enabled them to pip United to the title by two points.
"A hugely significant moment," says the historian and City specialist Gary James, whose book Manchester The City Years is published in September (www.manchesterfootball.org). "United were the power, City were coming up on the outside."
So how does that decider rank with this one? Well, there were nine games still to go in '68. This time there will be just two – making a minimal safety net for the losers. It will be unbearably tense.
That City have not won the title since 1968 is why, in his own analysis of the world's great derby matches, More Than A Game, the journalist Andy Mitten does not even feature the Manchester clashes, deeming United v City to have been too much of a mismatch to qualify, while United v Liverpool does.
But since 2008, when City entered Abu Dhabi ownership, the clash has met his criteria. "For years, City did not keep their part of the deal," Mitten says. "If I was writing my book again, they would certainly be in it. And now, yes, this is the biggest Manchester derby ever. It could only be bigger if the two teams were playing in the European Cup final."
For many, significance is just about silverware. The derby of 24 April 1974 in which Denis Law relegated his old club United to the Second Division – "like a son turning off his father's life-support machine," as one observer later described it – was of more importance to both clubs than is generally appreciated.
City, 14th heading into that game, would have been a solitary point above the drop zone had they lost: it was actually a relegation six-pointer. And their grim 0-0 at Maine Road a month earlier saw referee Clive Thomas send off Mike Doyle and Lou Macari, who both refused to leave the field. Thomas took off both sides to calm them down. Couldn't happen next Monday, could it?
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The Hunger Games Galaxies: District 12
When your world holds two of the Gods' districts for the yearly Hunger Games, it's as if there's double the amount of fear on Reaping Day. For the unfortunate students in the Yasoinaba area, their fears became complete reality when Japan "won" the "honor" of sending four tributes to this year's Hunger Games. While District 7 always took its tributes from large cities, the cruelty of the Gods wasn't satisfied, and they decreed that District 12 would send one boy and girl, between the ages of 12 and 18 normally, from one rural area to the Hunger Games. So, the Yasoinaba area joined Iwatodai, which represented District 7, in sending its children to the bloodbath that was to come.
Yu Narukami walked along the Samegawa Flood Plain with his young cousin, Nanako. Both were dressed in their school uniforms, and they looked immaculate. Neither spoke for the first half of their trip, where Nanako latched on to Yu's hand as if she'd never let go. They'd received the horrifying news only weeks before.
"They're lifting the age restrictions…?" said a horrified Rise when the group sat in their "secret base" at the Junes food court.
"Not entirely… it's still restricted to young people," said Yukiko. "But… the elementary kids can be Reaped this year…"
"Wait so… that means… Nana-chan could…" Teddie began, but then he became far too distressed to continue and dissolved into tears.
"That won't happen. If she was picked, certainly someone would volunteer…" said Naoto.
"Yeah, the daughter of the head detective… they'd fear the consequences if they didn't," said Yosuke.
"Man this is total bullshit!" roared Kanji, punching the table and denting it. "Those so-called 'Gods' are just toying with us. If only we could use our Personas on this side-!"
"Shhh Kanji… there could be Peacekeepers undercover in town already," warned Chie. "Don't give them any ideas…"
"Besides," said Yu. "They seal any sort of power that would give you an unfair advantage in the arena… that's why those people from Districts 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, and 9 don't just automatically win…"
"That's even more unfair! They may not have their super special powers to start with, but most of those worlds practically breed their kids for fighting. It's just… utter bullshit," hissed Kanji.
"Well… District 12 did really good, last year," said Yukiko. "We made it to the Top 4 for the first time in years… granted, we haven't had a victor since 1955, but still…"
"Big Bro?" muttered Nanako, suddenly, snapping Yu out of his memory.
"What's up, Nanako?" he asked.
"Why didn't Dad want to come to the Reaping…?" she asked, quietly.
"He did want to…" Yu said. "But… he was forced to help the Peacekeepers..."
"It's not fair," she whispered, tears in her eyes. "Why does he always have to do stuff for someone else, but not me?"
"Hey…" said Yu, kneeling down next to her. "Your Dad really loves you… I promise, he's absolutely doing this for your protection, to make sure nothing bad will happen to you and you don't get chosen for the arena. Would I lie to you…?"
"… No… thanks, Big Bro," she said. "I hope you don't get picked, either…"
"I probably won't," said Yu, smiling. "There's lots of other guys besides me."
But the thought still nagged on him. Of all the districts, they had the highest probability each of being chosen. A small town meant a tiny victim pool, and even if they included some of the nearby communities, that still probably only totaled about a thousand students when it was all said and done. Yu really hoped that none of the Investigation Team especially ended up in the arena…
They didn't have long to wait once they arrived. King Moron lined them up immediately after the first bell and the class marched through the halls as their vile teacher ranted about the Hunger Games and how it was actually good for building character and that he himself would have volunteered if he hadn't been a stupid teenager like they all were. By the end of the short walk, everyone wish he had volunteered; he surely wouldn't have made it through the Bloodbath at the Cornucopia.
Their principal made a very short, solemn speech to get things started. Their school's gymnasium was very small, so it was already pretty much at capacity with just the students, teachers, representatives of the Gods, and Peacekeepers. The parents, they knew, were waiting outside in the rain that had begun to fall, as they listened to see who would lose another child. With the loss of Saki Konishi so fresh in everyone's minds, it was hard to think that two more young people might leave Inaba forever.
Yu surveyed the remainder of the gym. Of course, he recognized the uniform-clad members of Yasogami High, plus the elementary kids far away (Nanako kept looking back at him and the other members of the Investigation Team, but was unable to join them due to the separation by grade and gender). At long last, a High Priest stepped forward, as the Hymns were finished and the cameras turned to him.
"I have several announcements about this year's Reaping and Hunger Games," he announced in a loud, rumbling voice. "First of all, and most importantly: there will be no sponsors this year from the Gods. Tributes will be on their own."
This was unprecedented. The Gods loved to sponsor their favorite people; it was like their way of sort of playing the Games themselves. But they knew better than to think anything about that.
"The second, though it's one I realize you're already aware of… all age restrictions have been relaxed in either direction," he said.
There weren't that many young adults left in Inaba. Most went on to universities in the cities, and they were permitted to stay there to avoid the Reaping, though some did come back to assist their families. Yu noticed the garage station attendant he'd met on day one sitting in the far back, slightly removed from everyone else, watching the proceedings with eyes filled with boredom.
"And that is all I shall reveal right now. Further announcements will come post-Reaping," he said. "At this time… I would like to announce this year's tributes."
"Good luck," Yu heard a whisper behind him. He saw Daisuke and Kou give him a thumbs up and a wink. It was amazing that they were still in high spirits.
Meanwhile, the Priest reached into the small glass bowl that held the names of every girl in the District, before he walked over to the microphone again. He opened the rolled up piece of paper, and read the name.
"Naoto Shirogane."
Gasps and shrieks filled the air, as the entire Investigation Team turned toward their newest member. Naoto, still dressed in her boys' uniform, seemed utterly perplexed at first. Then, she calmly stood up, adjusted her hat, brushed off her uniform, and stepped down through the mess of students. Many girls wept, none more-so than Rise, Yukiko, and Chie, as the Detective Prince made her way up the steps and onto the stage.
"I respectfully decline any votes for volunteering," said Naoto, bowing her head.
"That's the spirit," said the High Priest. "Let us hope the young man we choose has your guts, young lady."
"Thank you," said Naoto, nodding. She remained very calm on stage; obviously part of her training as a detective. Cool under pressure… they wouldn't have it any other way.
"And our male tribute… … Yosuke Hanamura," said the Priest.
The reaction wasn't nearly as startling and infuriated as it had been for Naoto, but the Investigation Team especially were shocked and horrified. Yosuke looked as if his world had ended again, and he needed Kanji's help just to stand up. He numbly walked down the steps, as whispers filled the gymnasium. Yosuke hadn't been too popular with many students, especially of the children whose stores had closed because of his Dad's supermarket. But Chie still bawled quietly into her lap, as Yukiko hugged her.
"I… also… deny any volunteers…" he said, hollowly, as he stood next to Naoto, who was wide-eyed and losing her cool demeanor by the second.
"There we have it!" the Head Priest said. "Now, before we conclude the ceremony, I ask that we all turn our attention to the screen, for one final announcement from the Head Game God himself.
Every eye was fixed on the screen above, watching as the symbol of the Gods began to fade, replaced by a video of the story sky. Another hymn began to play, and everyone in the audience murmured along with it, while Yosuke and Naoto continued to stand shoulder-to-shoulder, and their friends in the audience continue to reel and cry for their friends, who were likely to enter the arena and never return.
Author's Notes:
Short explanation time on how this whole ordeal is going to work!
The games themselves are still in progress, so for now I'm only doing the intro stuff. All events that take place in the Districts will be in their appropriately-titled stories in the proper crossover section. Once that's all taken care of and it collapses into one story, I'll put the title at the end of each District Introduction Section (or just click on my author name to find it yourself).
The entire story is being decided solely on a complicated series of dice rolls, to prevent bias on my part and to make it so even I have no idea how this is going to end or who is going to win.
Let me be clear: this is not going to be an "everyone bands together and fights the evil powers and they all survive" story. As of writing this paragraph, twenty-one tributes are dead. So if you see your favorite character selected… well, don't get mad if they don't make it through.
That's all for now. May the odds be ever in your (favorite characters') favor.
ALSO: Starting from here-on, I've put the schedule of updates on my profile, so you can know when the next installments of my stories are coming out. It's not going to be perfect due to my job, so I might miss a few deadlines here and there, but, overall, it's a good indicator of when you can expect things to be out.