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“I’ve heard you own a bookshop?” “Word travels fast when you practise such heinous actions.” Crowley gaped at Fell’s unexpected brazenness. “I was just trying to make conversation.” “Please, do continue, my dear. Don’t hold back on account of my unwavering reluctance.” Crowley chuckled. He was starting to like this angelic bastard who was supposed to be his hereditary enemy a little too much. “We could always talk about the weather. Or tv shows. Or books.” The sparkle of mischief in Fell’s eyes turned into interest. “I am always up for a spot of literature. Have you read any good books lately?” Crowley was taken aback by Fell’s question, he wasn’t really an avid reader. “Erm. Ulysses, I guess?” Fell’s eyes twinkled and Crowley noticed how the hazel bordered on light blue under the artificial light of this room. (Another point in favour of the angel-dropped-from-the-sky imagery.) “Ah, yes, I read that a long time ago.” When it first came out?, Crowley thought of Fell’s a-mile-off-expected answer – but obviously didn’t say out loud. Instead, he asked, “All the way through?” “Don’t you think it’s sometimes trivial and futile in the narrative?” “Erm… well, not too trivial. Actually I made it to half of Episode one, I must have dozed off. But I’m sure the story’s really going to kick in by the end of Episode two.” And was that– was there a tiny glint of amusement in Fell’s eyes?! Judging by the way his plump lips were pressing together to hold back a smile but failing as they traitorously twitched at the corners, it seemed that Fell was almost… intrigued.

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“Wait a minute. On New Year’s Day… when you were talking with Book Girl–” “Anathema.” “Whatever, and– and she was trying to convince you to get my– someone’s number and she said you both worked in arts and he lived close to you…” “Yes?” “Ngk. You were… talking… nghhh you meant… Brown?” To say that Fell was confused was an understatement. “Obviously. He hit on me and Anathema thought I should give him a chance, but–” Oh, shit, here we go. Fell’s lips turned into an ‘o’ as if he’d just realised he’d forgotten to pick up the clothes from the tumble dryer. (Did Fell put his clothes in the tumble dryer? He really didn’t strike Crowley as the type.) Without noticing they had set foot in the foyer, heading for the cafeteria as they tried to make way among the crowd. And yet, Crowley had never felt more exposed. (And an idiot, he felt like an idiot.) “Crowley, who did you think I was talking about? Because I remember saying something vaguely rude about Brown’s predilection for carpets and his lack of art knowledge, but…” Crowley witnessed the exact moment Fell became aware of the huge miscommunication jarring their first meeting and leading to… well, this. “Crowley! I was talking about Brown! How could you possibly think–” “I’m sorry–” “Brown and Furfur weren’t ‘an item’ back then and when he came on to me Anathema apparently found him eligible enough.” “Ngk. And you-you… nghh you didn’t like him?” Fell almost shuddered in disgust at the memory. “I have standards!”

Crowley smirked. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” “I think one of us is more naturally gifted than the other, yes.” Just as things were getting interesting and Crowley caught a glimpse of Fell’s eyes falling to his lips in a quick but oh – so promising look, Muriel (whose presence Crowley had definitely forgotten about) interrupted their heated debate. “Erm… maybe we could use a themed font for the title and Helvetica for the main text? People say it’s a pretty neutral style. Typeface. Font.” Crowley and Fell never lost eye contact as they both replied to Muriel. “Good idea, let’s do that, kid.” “Very well,” was Fell’s laconic and by now uninterested answer. Crowley spent the rest of that afternoon locked in his makeshift office chastising himself whenever his hands felt the urge to move down his chest and reach for his Fell-induced hard-on.

“At what time are your friends arriving?” “They are going to be here any minute.” “It’s too late to go and buy something,” Fell said, looking at his bloody pocket watch (not dressed for the occasion my arse). “Maybe we could… do something ourselves.” We? “Do you have any eggs?” “Erm… I don’t know, maybe,” Crowley replied, still too shocked by that nonchalant ‘we’ to try to remember what the fuck he had in his fridge. “We could make crêpes.” Crowley let his sunglasses slide on his nose as he stared at Fell with incredulity, his lack of faith in his cooking skills a little too obvious. “Art curator, bookseller, cook, good old fashioned lover boy.” (This cost him another eye-roll.) “Is there anything you can’t do?” “You’ll have to see for yourself, won’t you?” Oh, don’t worry, angel. I have every intention to. “Right. Follow me.” They relocated in the kitchen and Crowley took the chance to take off his sunglasses and leave them on the counter. “What do you need to prepare your beloved crêpes à la Fell?” asked Crowley as he opened the fridge in search of the bloody eggs. “First and foremost, I need you to take this very seriously. I don’t tolerate lack of discipline in my kitchen.” (A pause.) “Or in any other room.” Crowley dropped an egg on the floor and it cracked open. For fuck’s sake, thank Someone he hadn’t been staring at Fell while he said that. “Shit,” he muttered as he cleaned up the mess. “Slippery hands, Crowley? I hope this isn’t a permanent condition?” Crowley cast a murderous look at Fell over his shoulder.

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“Modern Modules” @mikeal

Tranquility is the code name for a project to queue/throttle async jobs.  Under the current config, dev vm's will not execute more than 3 jobs at a time (as compared to the currently unbounded number). Furthermore thats 3 jobs of 3 different types.  It will only execute 1 job of each type at once. This is configurable if you decide thats too low, but our devvm's are delicate flowers -- we dont' want to stress them out.   What this means is -- after you sync this change -- your vm will begin sending its async jobs to the TQ system already running on it. (ps aux | grep tranquility)  Thats a good thing.  That means that you no longer have the ability to overwhelm your vm system with 15k console jobs.  Instead, you'll get 15k tiny files in /box/var/tranquility_queue.  Each contains the json specification for the job that will be run.  TQ will dispatch the jobs to workers as they finish.