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The air in the area has now dropped back down to code yellow, though there was a moment or so, when I made a quick run to the Giant a couple of hours ago, I could've sworn I still smelt smoke. I've largely spent the weekend in, doing my streaming and writing my contribution for Top Gale Week, and since it's one that fits today's prompt, I've managed to finish and post it today.

Title: It's in the Air
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Characters: Gale/Lae'zel
Warning: Sex, with inappropriate use of telekinesis
Disclaimer: Just don't give her any more money, okay?
Note: Written for Top Gale week, for the prompt Pleasure Dom.

( The immortal god-king of the githzerai might have agreed to meet with the githyanki, but in the end, he refused to allow someone who wasn't even a gith to actually sit in on the negotiations. )

This week is not going well. The weekend involved almost nobody watching either of my streams, than Photo refusing to save the trimmed version of Saturday's, which currently sits unuploaded as I try to decide what to do. Yesterday at work I had a meltdown over having to prepare a personal development plan, completely with required career goals, and of course I am not allowed to say my one career goal has always been to survive, and with protections for the disabled now being removed that's certainly going to remain the case now. And now I have access denied to one of the WIPs on my computer I was foolish enough to save to .ODT while I was trying to switch my word processing to Trio Office, and right now I don't even know how widespread that problem is.
It's a work I've been struggling to figure out the plot to, and I'm sorely tempted to just abandon it. Especially since I've getting swayed more towards abandoning my remaining HP WIPs too, or at least the ones it would take me much longer to finish. I might put off final decisions there until after San Diego, though. This isn't feeling like a good week to make them.
I've been able to look at the SDCC schedule, at least. I'm tempted to offer to go to the Doctor Who panel for my sister, who would certainly be reporting on it if she could afford to travel to San Diego right now. But trying to write an article for her Tellyvisions blog there would be a pain in the neck when I currently don't have a laptop.

After days of observing everyone in Europe struggling to cope with the heat dome via posts in multiple discords, and seeing it hit the northern part of the country earlier this week, we're getting it in DC just in time for the 4th of July weekend. It actually didn't hit the triple digits Fahrenheit today, but it will tomorrow. And it was certainly hot enough, when my D&D group had to cancel what would've been our first session playing Daggerheart because the DM needs to deal with his broken air conditioning! We cancel more often than not recently, though we did manage our session zero last week, even amid the noise of two World Cup games going on, and then another pair starting as we were wrapping up!
It won't be as bad, of course, for those of us whose air conditioning is working, and who can stay in it, and we're far down south enough people tend to have it. And since federal workers, at least, have Friday off as our legal holiday, we only have to get through tomorrow, and then Friday morning I'll have to go to the dry cleaners, but I wasn't planning on leaving the house after that anyway. Not when it's probably only MAGA tourists coming into DC this year, and locals often don't go into the district during the fourth anyway.
Though I actually have three times during my life. Once I went with my boyfriend's family, once my parents and I were invited to a James Joyce reading on the day at the house of someone I think was rich and important, and once I went with my sister and her friends. That last one was actually the first, happening when I was 15/16, and the one I've been flashing back the most to in recent days, because I have memories, late that afternoon, of swimming in some body of water in the general area around the Mall and the Monument. It might not have been the Reflecting Pool. Certainly it seems strange that nobody would've stopped me, even though this was over two decades ago, and I remember not being the only one. I also remember the water not being clean, though it certainly wasn't choked with algae either, and I'm pretty sure there was nothing truly harmful.

For the second year in a row, I spent all of yesterday waiting for the news that Trump had unholidayed Juneteenth and was going to force us to come in on it, but again it didn't happen. Maybe if he's forgetting about it his staff is deciding not to remind him. They probably want the day off, too.
So my first weekday afternoon stream happens today, but I also finished this yesterday morning. I've now contemplated making it the penultimate part of this fic, but I kind of feel like I've built up too much towards the World Cup part to not do that. It'll end there, though.

Title: All The Extras
Part: 9: A Little Longer Down Under
(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Molly Weasley
Warning: Nongraphic sex
Disclaimer: Just don't give her any more money, okay?
Note: I'm not even keeping track of all the canon universe's details anymore. Nobody's gonna care anyway, right?

( But it really had been a good thing they'd met that morning, because her mother didn't leave any of them alone for the rest of the day. )

Today in the DC area it is a day for staying at home for more than one reason, including it being terribly hot and muggy out. Though I did have to run down to the Giant for ketchup, rosemary, and drano, since we neglected to order those yesterday. I suppose my iPhone shuffle was only trying to help by playing two holiday songs. Though one of them was "Silent Mind," and any time of the year is a good time to listen to Laura Bailey singing, so....
I think I am accepting that, at some point, I'm going to give in and shell out for YouTube premium. I'd do it faster if it would very much be rewarding bad behavior to do so. The increase in commercials has been bad enough, and now I am getting really, really sick of the health insurance companies' nonstop propaganda trying to claim they're the good guys. Do they really think we haven't all long known better? I suppose I should be glad I haven't seen any pro-ICE commercials on that one. Yet.
As of right now, I am still scheduled to have Friday off. There's plenty of time this week for Trump to cancel that, though. Nonetheless I'm already mentally making plans for the day. Including possibly streaming the original Baldur's Gate game, which I've been thinking about looking at for a while. Which I might also end up doing on July 3rd instead, since I can rely on spend all of that day at home.

I did want to get this finished now, since it's for the Merry Month of Masturbation, so obviously explicit content. Though it's not really so merry: it's another fic that takes place during my first BG3 playthrough, and it does so right after Elminster's visit.

( Gale supposed he should have talked to Sara again, when she followed Karlach back to camp. )

I packed last night, and printed a copy of my train ticket, and found a way to display it on my phone as well, though no thanks to the Amtrak app, which truly proved useless. I'll go in to work, and then go to the train station afterwards, possibly stopping for dinner along the way. If we get 59 minutes due to the holiday, I might even try to buy new sandals. One of my current ones decided to break out of nowhere Wednesday evening. I might even end up buying new ones in Atlanta. Though apparently it's also going to be rainy all week. I made sure to pack an umbrella, too.
I've got a ticket to Momocon on Sunday as well, and for the aquarium on Monday, where a bunch of critters are preparing to meet up at noon or so. Mom encouraged me to go see the Margaret Mitchell house and museum, but I don't think so. I've read just enough of Gone with the Wind to feel very sorry that such a talented writer wrote such a book. I'll need to find some other way to occupy myself tomorrow. Apparently one can tour Marvel filming sites?

Between one thing and another, I haven't been playing much of Dragon Age: Origins since I started it ages and ages ago, but I did reach one milestone today: I reached the part where it started requiring more memory to run on a modern computer than it wants to allow itself, forcing me to scramble to figure out why it was crashing and than how to install a mod/patch that would get it to just use the extra memory. Just as well I'm not streaming it right now. Also, I'm pretty sure I've finally started the game's proper plot. I currently have a fluctuating crush on Alistair, who is my main candidate for romancing at the moment, but I probably should meet the other characters before making that decision. Also, the more he and Morrighan snipe at each other, the more I wonder if I should just ship them together instead.
Also, a week before I head down to Atlanta! I've actually joined a discord for people going to the live show, and I might be doing a meetup with some of them at the aquarium, though the plans for that don't seem to be concrete yet. Though this weekend I also feel like I should book my flights to and from San Diego; it's closing in on two months before that as well.

I streamed as usual Saturday. I did note from the summary afterwards I hadn't gotten watched nearly as much as I was last week, which felt sad. But it didn't feel like the drop needed a real explanation; viewership still was about at the level it's often been at during the month I've been doing this now.
Then, while preparing for this morning's stream, I took a look at the video, and discovered OBS has suddenly stopped picking up the desktop audio! No wonder my viewership dropped. Honestly, I'm a little surprised I apparently still got 35 minutes worth! I kind of wish one of the five presumably non-scamming viewers who came in and out at various points according to the summary had pointed it out, but they might have even thought I'd turned the audio off on purpose. That's far from unknown on Twitch, though usually the streamer then turns music on.
I was forced to let Windows update Friday morning, and I'm pretty certain that's the cause, and that they turned something off in the settings. Unfortunately, I current have no idea what. I've posted in the OBS discord and hopefully someone will tell me by Friday, although my streaming then was up in the air even before this.
ETA: Figured it out on my own. This time.

I finished Dispatch on stream this morning. My gameplay was terrible, down in the bottom percentage, but I still very much liked it. I also like how many viewers it got my stream. It seems to be a popular game to watch; mostly I've only been getting one viewer at a time, but I got more both last and this Sunday morning. I might play through it again at some point, if only because there are a few alternate scenes I now really want to see, and I'll definitely play through the second season whenever it might come out.
I'm having to play a few games that are new to me. The first one was Little Kitty, Big City, which I started on stream Friday night, and I truly loved it. I'll do at least a few more Friday nights of it, no doubt. (It can apparently be finished in two hours, but I will no doubt take way longer.)
I've also started uploading my past broadcasts to a YouTube account of their own, including some highlights from my test recordings. I might make some other highlight videos too at some point.
Also these past few weekends I've also been trying to record my latest song. I'd gotten some okay recordings, then this afternoon I got one I felt certain I would post right after I finished recording. I got more hesitant after watching through it, but now I've decided to go with it. And hey, a song from from the Hunger Games movies feels appropriate these days: