A Passing Through Dreamer

Like kindred souls they have found each other. Two of them, lost and alone for their flaws of selfishness that overshadows their kind and good souls.

They were never ment to be alone. At least, feeling left out when the people around them supposed to be there, like pillars supporting them, like a pack of wolves they should be.

But they were met was hidden scorns. And none of them knew what was wrong.

Are they bad people, for having flaws? Nobody said a thing. What should they do to not be selfish? The answers were silent.

Troy Tempest felt sympathy watching the kid beside him fidgeting his fingers. Alan Tracy, the youngest of the great Tracy family, an amazing astronaut (if not, the youngest astronaut in history), has his body leaned over the balcony rails, staring blankly at the sunset coming down over the sea.

The conference not to long ago seemed to have drained the poor kid. And the submarine captain could not blame him.

He couldn't help to resist the temptation of punching some of people, who looked both at Alan and at him with such... Such annoyance! There were moments where Troy The atmosphere was isolating for both of them.

What is wrong!? Troy was yelling from inside, What are I doing wrong!? Tell me, goddamn it! Am I a jerk!? Fine, guess I am! But I do not deserve getting pushed aside! And leave that poor kid alone! What did he do!? He's still a kid-!!

Troy stopped himself before his own tempest could took over him. A few breaths, and he calmed down.

He looked down at Alan again, still sulking, still lost. And approached him, with a softness in his eyes that was rare, and nobody have ever saw, except for maybe Atlanta.

"Hey, kid," Troy softly called, like he would to a young cadet.

Alan looked up at the Stingray captain. Both eyes of blue met. Both nearly drained of all light, but there was a little fire that was still burning in both of them.

"If you feeling like you're alone? I'll be there. Okay, I admit I'm not the best person to talk too, but... I'll try."

The young astronaut pondered the captain's offer. He was scared. Maybe a little. He could feel the chains of insecurity clinging on him tight on his heart.

Until, he sighed and looked back at the horizon.

"Thanks, captain..." He said finally.

"Please, call me Troy," the captain gently patted the boy's shoulder with a kind smile.

They watched the beautiful red sunset in compassionate silence. The view was almost like it was out from an Aivazovsky's painting! Combined with the sounds of gentle, crashing waves underneath them felt like the sky and sea were soothing their tormented souls.

"Hey, Troy..." Alan quietly spoke. He got his new friend's attention, "Did you know that sharks were older than saturn rings?"

"I have heard it!" The captain's eyes began to glimmer, "Sharks are very magnificent creatures, aren't they? Have you seen their early forms? They're like aliens!"

"Yeah, I used to dive into paleontology as a kid! I loved the one with the weird heads!" The young astronaut faced him again, and used his hands to imitate the strange formation of that one famous ancient shark.

"Me too! They are so fascinating!" Troy faced him too, his forearm arm was laid casually on the railing, "I wonder if its to find food well?"

"Like an underwater radar? Because they looked like those planes with the huge antenna things on their backs!"

"Yeah! You could say, those planes are our flying sharks?"

Childish laughter echoed over the sea. The joke was crap, they had agreed! But it was funny! It was an attempt!

Like kindred souls they have found each other. Two of them, lost and alone for their flaws of selfishness that overshadows their kind and good souls.

They don't know if they should have to change, or the people around them? But, care should come from understanding, not scorn.

I mean I am all for the Stringray polycule ship but Troy is the worst

I mean I am all for the Stringray polycule ship but Troy is the worst

last summer my friend who is an amazingly talented artist and i were in this super tall building, and she’s in a wheelchair and i’m pushing her around the room. it’s an art exhibit and some of her art was chosen to be showcased there and so it’s all fine and dandy until suddenly an alarm starts going off

a FIRE ALARM

everyone starts running for the stairs and my friend just looks at me with this forlorn look on her face

“i can’t go down the stairs”

but i’m a stubborn bitch “i’ll carry you”

“what about my chair? it’s too expensive for me to be able to get another one if i can’t get this one back”

“i’ll carry that too”

and i did. we went to the stairs (by then most people from our floor were gone) and i lifted her up in a fireman’s carry over my shoulder and then lifted her chair up and used the ridiculous amount of adrenaline that was coursing through my veins to make it down approximately 20 half-flights of stairs until we met some people exiting lower floors, one of which who kindly took the chair. I changed positions so i was holding my friend bridal-style which was, somehow, easier and the person who took her wheelchair (with her permission to handle it of course) accompanied me to the ground floor and then out the doors

basically there is no real protocol for people who can’t use the stairs in an emergency. it’s up to the people with them, if anyone, to help them or the person to somehow make it down the stairs alone, unassisted

thank fuck that it was just a faulty alarm system, because if i was unable to carry her down those stairs and the building was on fucking fire???? then i don’t know what would have happened to her, but i don’t think it would have been very good.

the fire marshal hemmed and hawed for a while and then said to take the elevator- you’re supposed to leave it free for the fire department to use and they want able-bodied people out fast not waiting for elevators. if the fire alarm has just gone off the building probably hasn’t suffered enough structural damage to make using the elevator dangerous, and modern elevator wells are heavily reinforced. many large and high-trafficked buildings on my campus have fire rated elevators that link in with the fire alarm system so they won’t let you off on a floor with a possible fire. 

if the elevator isn’t working, wait in the stairwell and call the fire department to let them know where you are. modern stairwells are also heavily reinforced- it might not be pleasant but modern building code usually requires fire-resistant stairwell doors in office and big residential buildings, also to help firefighters get in and out safely. older buildings’ stairwells may or may not be retrofitted with fire-resistant doors but a stairwell is generally the safest place to wait if you can’t get out. 

Understand that once you enter the elevator, you could POTENTIALLY be taking your life into your hands there.

It is NOT LIKELY, to be perfectly honest. It’s only in a pretty catastrophic scenario - think the Twin Towers, USA, on September 11th - that the elevators will be compromised and out of service. But there is a NOT ZERO PERCENT CHANCE and you need to understand that and accept it.

As for leaving the elevators free for the firefighters, okay, here’s the deal. Unless your nearest fire station is literally right next door? Your first on scene fire truck is NOT likely to be there on scene and needing that elevator before you get to the ground. It takes us TIME to find the address, gear up, and drive to the building. Then we need to hoof it into where the elevators even ARE, so YOU HAVE TIME to use the elevator to get down to the ground floor... BUT ONLY IF THERE’S NOT A RUSH ON THE ELEVATOR! And THAT is WHY we don’t tell people this shit. That’s WHY we tell people to NEVER USE THE ELEVATOR... because every self-entitled asshole will use it because they don’t feel like walking, and then put YOU in danger by delaying the elevator’s arrival to you.

IF, however, the elevator IS compromised, or you just can’t get it to come for you, or whatever, and you either don’t have anyone with you who has the adrenaline fueled BALLS to be able to toss you over their shoulder and hoof it down the stairs with you - because, let’s face it, that is RARE AS FUCK, then HERE IS WHAT YOU DO:

You call 911 and tell the call taker that you are in the building that has a fire alarm going off, and you are not able to evacuate because of a physical disability, and you tell them what floor you are on, and EXACTLY what stairwell you are waiting at. And the very FIRST thing that the firefighters are going to do once they arrive, if it is, indeed, a REAL emergency, and not a false alarm, is come get your ass and bring you down. Whether that means carrying you down the stairs, or whether that means locking out the elevators so that no one else can override them and coming to get you themselves, they WILL come get you FIRST THING if it is a real event. And if it is a false alarm? You will probably be the first person who is not involved with the building to know, because the call-taker is going to stay on the line with you until you are under someone’s care and out of danger, or until the scene has been sorted out as real or false, and you are out of danger that way.

These are pretty standard operations in the fire service throughout the United States. There may be some minor variations based on specific municipalities, but, for the most part, this is pretty typical: LIFE BEFORE PROPERTY. So, as long as SOMEONE knows where you are - hence why you call 911 - Firefighters will come get you. You are NOT alone, and you have NOT been abandoned. I PROMISE. It’s like, our whole reason for doing the shit we do: to save lives and to break shit. Sometimes, we get lucky enough to do both at the same time.

High rise fires suck ass, and I always hated them. But the very FIRST thing I asked anytime we got one was if we had “any entrapments” - which is what we call anyone who could not self-evacuate for ANY reason. We ain’t leaving you behind. And yes, your friend who doesn’t have the stamina to carry you down can stay with you, too. Because I would never ask that of someone, honestly. 

If disabled and the fire alarm is just happened, you're allowed to take the elevators down but there's a small possibility you could get stuck if the elevators are compromised.

If you can't use the elevators or don't want that risk, go to the stairwell which is reinforced against fire, close the doors, and call 911 to let them know you are in that particular stairwell and can't get down.

Fire will strongly prioritize finding and rescuing people who might be still in the building during any actual structure fire. This is a major component of their job.

There are two great problems with what happened to Margaret (and that her parents are trying to do to Juliet). One is easy for modern people to spot (but was also a common response back in her own day). And that’s the moral implications of what was done to her. She was too young to be married, and it was horrifying that she was forced into it so young. Every one of the adults around her either acted immorally or failed to protect her. They were wrong. This is what modern people see, and it’s important to remember that people back in her day mostly agreed with it. You’re supposed to think it’s fucked up! When girls were married that young (and it didn’t happen often!) it was a formality 99% of the time. It was for dynastic or financial reasons (the girl has lots of money and/or land and/or a title that her husband wants), but the “couple” don’t consummate their marriage for years. And it’s not just that they would have separate bedrooms. They might not even live in the same country until the girl was in her late teens and physically and mentally mature enough to bear and raise kids. Hell, a lot of times they didn’t even meet until the girl was older! They had this thing called “proxy marriage” where you would have two separate ceremonies, in two separate places, with each party saying their vows separately, one in one city and the other in a different one. So, yeah, sure, the girl was technically married at 12, but she didn’t actually meet her “husband” in person until she was 17 and they didn’t start sleeping together until she was 20. That was a thing they did.

The other problem, the one that modern people don’t notice, is dynastic. See, marriage wasn’t generally because you loved someone. It was because you had the resources to support a family, and you or your family wanted to pool those resources with someone. It’s about “our family has these resources, and we want that to continue.” It’s about continuity across generations. It’s about making sure that your children and grandchildren have the best possible resources to survive and thrive, whether those resources are land or a trade or a title or money or whatever. In order for this to work, you have to have kids! The family and the family’s resources depend on the married couple having children. If the couple doesn’t have children, the marriage is a failure. And that failure affects not only the couple, but both families. This is a really big problem. And you can’t have just one kid to pass on the family name, because half of all kids die in early childhood. If you want to be safe, you need several kids, to be sure at least one will survive to adulthood (when they can marry and pass on the family name and resources.

You know what happens when a girl has her first pregnancy too young? She is very likely to either die in childbirth, or have complications that destroy her future fertility. Just like Margaret Beaufort. Just like Juliet’s mother. In other words, the marriage is a failure, not just for her, but also for her family, and her husband (who can’t divorce her, it’s not allowed except in extremely rare circumstances), and her husband’s family. So even the people who didn’t have a moral problem with adult men having sex with pubescent girls had a practical problem with girls married too young because you are very likely to destroy the entire purpose of the marriage by doing it. As Shakespeare reminds us in the play through Juliet’s mother having been married too young and only having one child.

another thing i noticed, the year my local community shakespeare theater did r&j, and i made the costumes so i got to watch the show every night: part of why capulet is telling paris, take your time, get to know each other, no rush, is that he still has his nephew tybalt as his heir. as long as tybalt is in the picture, there is no pressure on juliet to go further with paris, than get acquainted. once tybalt is killed, then suddenly capulet needs an heir, he needs a husband for juliet, now, this week. (the role of capulet is best given to the actor in the company that can do over the top apoplexy, you need to believe his urgency comes at least in part by how clearly he could drop dead any moment from giving himself a stroke)

i feel like this play is often taught in middle schools as if it was somehow relevant to, or about, teen hormone storms. really it's got more to do with the social structures around family and inheritance. leaving that context out makes it confusing, why is capulet suddenly flipping from nice dad to evil dad?

I'm a fan of Soviet classics😭🙏🙏🙏 I don't know many people my age who also like old movies. They have so much warmth, comfort, and unique charisma that you can't find anywhere else… Although it's undeniable that my family watched them constantly as I grew up, and these movies have become a part of my body and soul, they have penetrated so deeply that it's unclear whether I love them for their own sake or out of a sense of kinship and nostalgia. In any case, it doesn't stop you from getting a huge pleasure of watching it)