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Enjoy the Reads!! (Admin: ETA a content warning. It's THE LOG from The Pack thread.)
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ngl, this slippery slope makes me nervous, but i’m here for it i guess
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@KarmaBum I agree but sticky situations make for bad precedent generally. As long as this remains an individuated judgment call there are going to be situations on either side of the line, y’know?
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@KarmaBum said in Enjoy the Reads!! (Admin: ETA a content warning. It's THE LOG from The Pack thread.):
ngl, this slippery slope makes me nervous, but i’m here for it i guess
I don’t think any of us are overjoyed with it, but for me, it came down to: the relevant information (including a large portion of the log) is still available in another log post from someone who actually explained context and relevance, and the deleted posts didn’t offer any additional context that seemed to change that situation at all. These log posts did not seem to contribute anything except confusion and distress.
That’s MY take on it, as a person, anyway. I do not speak for any other admin.
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@KarmaBum It does set a questionable precedent.
I’m not really sure how I feel about it. I would have preferred the log stayed up, but I understand why it was taken down.
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This one is also not posted by the gamerunner, or victim (assumedly). The whole subject of this thread too. Just reads ick. Just makes me want to smack someone. Gross. Gross gross. Gross.
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I was someone leaning more on the side of leaving it up, but I can appreciate that “give some sort of context or intent to your log posting” is a fairly low bar for people to hit.
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@CuriousGamer Until OP is willing to answer any question at all, the preponderance of evidence suggests this is more abusive fuckery, so leaving it or not leaving it becomes symbolic.
Either we’re okay with letting people use the forum to perpetuate more abuse because we want to be hands-off, or we’re going to draw the line somewhere and kick some shit out and yes, it will require judgment calls. I trust the admin to make those judgment calls in good faith, I trust the community to hold them accountable.
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I don’t really think this is a slippery slope. Just because the admins do a thing doesn’t mean they have or even will do the worst possible iteration of that thing, especially in light of the hours of active resistance they put up to this.
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I hate it.
In the absence of stated intentions or feelings, we are just ascribing them. So, people have to meet some standard of noble intention to be able to post logs? What standard? What if someone said “I am posting this to show that x was not solely to blame”? That wouldn’t be noble enough if we don’t agree? They have to be willing to engage and actively defend themselves? We decide what is humiliating or not for other people? Only ‘victims’ or gamerunners can post logs?
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@Pyrephox I get where you’re at.
Rock. Hard place.
Just don’t agree that “taking down a log that no one in the log asked to have removed” is the right move.
If I post a log of the time @bear_necessities did something super fucking weird to me (put her on blast 'cause she’s done tons of weird shit to me <3) and @meg doesn’t like it, are you gonna take it down?
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@hellfrog I wish work wasn’t getting in the way of organizing my thoughts properly. Thank for putting into words what I’ve already bene feeling about this.
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You guys are absolutely welcome to post your opinions here, but please also do post to the log posting standards thread too, please. WANNA HEAR FROM YOU TOO.
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@Roz This person seems to more be sitting back and trying to point fingers and victim-blame. I mean without context it’s leaning more towards an attack/embarassment attempt. Also we can’t say for sure Macha or one of her MachaFriends didn’t do it.
Just like the Admin do with temp bans, I don’t see an issue with taking it down - even if temporarily. Having a talk and a think on it.
There’s a certain level of trust that we all put in Admins. That trust was lost on MSB by a large part of that community. This staff has made it transparent when they do something and rather public. There are just people that are jerks. And there’s a certain level of due diligence I think that comes in play with any bboard, or any sort of admin’d thing.
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@KarmaBum Man.
I’d love to say “Of course not!” That’s my first reaction.
But then I start thinking…what if it’s spammed logs posted to every thread with no rhyme or reason to it? What if it’s one post, but it’s hardcore underage bestiality TS? Hell, what if someone starts trying to shut down threads by posting random logs to them in hopes that they’ll get derailed, drowned?
So, I can’t say “No, I definitely won’t advocate for removing other logs,” because people are weird and do weird stuff, and sometimes I’m going to look at something and go, “That’s…really weird, and I don’t think it’s contributing to the community in any possible way.” And that might be the wrong call in a specific instance; I ain’t perfect. But I think it’s a call that occasionally needs to be made, and in this case, I think after consideration that I, at least, am comfortable with having removed the log - although I know you and others are not, and have every right not to be.
We make our decisions the best way we know how. Hopefully we will make more right ones than wrong ones in the balance of things.
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@Pyrephox i still lu
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@KarmaBum said in Enjoy the Reads!! (Admin: ETA a content warning. It's THE LOG from The Pack thread.):
@Pyrephox i still lu
I really think this is a place where people have legitimate concerns on both sides. Originally, I was in favor of leaving it up. As I’ve thought through implications and consequences, I’ve decided I think the best decision is to remove it, but I don’t disagree with the potential downsides you and others have mentioned.
Ultimately, we just have to make a decision one way or the other, and it’s going to cause distress to someone no matter what. It’s the fun part of adminning.
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Also, one of the reasons I was okay with removing it is because – as was pointed on the other thread – we can change our minds if we get more context or discussion settles in favor of keeping it. It can be reinstated.
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Leave it up.
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@Pyrephox said in Enjoy the Reads!! (Admin: ETA a content warning. It's THE LOG from The Pack thread.):
But then I start thinking…what if it’s spammed logs posted to every thread with no rhyme or reason to it? What if it’s one post, but it’s hardcore underage bestiality TS? Hell, what if someone starts trying to shut down threads by posting random logs to them in hopes that they’ll get derailed, drowned?
Those examples are of behaviors that would violate BMD’s rules. The action taken wouldn’t be about the log itself.
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The deleted log:
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: Okay, so you were right, and I was wrong.
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: Bout what now?
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: The stupid auction thing.
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: How’d that go, by the way?
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: Well, they raised plenty of money for charity. And there were bids on my offer to teach some basic dance moves, for my advanced first aid, AND for an evening where I teach someone to make my enchiladas. So… uh, someone different bought each of all three. Two of them could have been suspected might? But one of them… I didn’t even know the guy.
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: So now you have more valentine’s dates than you can shake a stick at, huh?
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: I don’t know that any of them count as dates. I don’t think teaching Griffin advanced first aid counts as a date
However, I did win a night of a movie marathon at the drive-in. So basically, whoever I want to invite, free popcorn and drinks and such. You’ll come, right?(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: What, the heimlich ain’t sexy?
There’s some typing, then the dots vanish for a minute.
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: What movie?
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: I’m not going to be teaching him that. Things like doing stitches, things more complicated than wrapping sprains in ace bandages and the like. Probably more like how to treat shock, because a lot of people get that wrong, sutures, how to immobilize… And it’s a marathon, NAMEREMOVED. It’s three movies. I don’t have a set list, yet. I’m thinking more on the comedy side, maybe something a little actiony. Like… The Mummy - not the one with Tom Cruise. The good one.
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: A marathon? Wait, I thought you said it was a movie.
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: I get to pick three movies. Triple feature. You don’t have to stay for all three, if you’re not into it. But it would mean a lot if you came. I’m a little excited to have a big movie party.
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: Oh, hell. I got you now. A marathon like, a bunch of movies.
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: I can try. Never seen the Mummy. Drive-in, huh?
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: Yeah. I’ve got like a tent thing I can put over the bed of my truck, so I can make it all comfortable and stuff. Yeah. I’ve only ever been to one drive in before. And man, I love it. Top notch action/comedy/bit of romance (she’s a very independent, sassy, smart type, so I love her). Is there a favorite movie you love, that you’d like to toss into the ring of consideration?
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: Independent, sassy AND smart? Sounds familiar
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: … I almost might think you mean me. Smartass.
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: Not as smart as the rest of me.
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: Haven’t seen too many movies. Don’t know what to recommend. Let me think about it.
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: Not enough ass to be the smartest part of you
And yeah, no sweat. I would be waiting for a weekend night, anyhow. I need to find out what dancing Kelly wants to learn, and make a plan when the bartender from the Peach wants his enchilada lesson.(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: Wait, what’s that meant to mean?
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: What, the comment about your ass?
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: Yeah, you got a problem with it?
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: With your ass? Not in the slightest. I was saying it’s not big enough to contain all the smarts and sarcasm
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: When am I ever sarcastic.
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: Oh please. You get all dry and sarcastic on me.
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: Also, is enchilada lesson code for something?
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: … code for what? You’ve had my enchiladas. I offered to teach someone to make them, and share the meal.
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: Sounds like a secret handshake or something for some villain’s underground lair.
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: I would like to think I could think up something better than making enchiladas. But you’re making jokes, I like it.
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: Was that a good joke? I’m trying to be less dry.
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: Are you feeling okay, NAMEREMOVED?
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: Why wouldn’t I be?
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: You don’t normally make jokes, about making jokes? You consider that camper offer any further?
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: Wouldn’t hurt to take a look at it. Not making any commitments, though.
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: Okay. Give me some time to make sure I have everything out of it, and it’s all cleaned up?
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: Not in a rush. Take your time.
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: I’m gonna go. Need to finish some things. You have a good night.
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: Finish what things? It’s late?
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: Just some things I gotta do.
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: It’s not dangerous, is it?
(TXT to Mackenzie) NAMEREMOVED: You have a good night, Mack.
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: NAMEREMOVED. Please tell me you’re not doing anything dangerous alone.
(TXT to NAMEREMOVED) Mackenzie: NAMEREMOVED.
Mackenzie will send that, just his name, trying to get a reaction, as she pulls in at the motel. She will climb out of her truck, locking it up as she looks to check for his truck, his bike. The bike would be stupid in this weather, but… well, stupid is what she’s worried about.
The bike is parked in its usual spot, with a tarp thrown over it for the incoming inclement weather. The truck, in all its decrepit glory, is also right where it always is; there’s some lumber in the cargo area, stacks of 2x4s presumably intended for some project of his up at the Ranch. So at least he’s home– but that doesn’t necessarily preclude anything dangerous.
There’s still no response to her last couple of text messages.
Well, that’s clear enough, and Mackenzie will charge full steam ahead, up the steps and to NAMEREMOVED’s door. Her glove is stripped off, and it is bare knuckles that rap painfully hard on the door. “NAMEREMOVED! NAMEREMOVED, it’s me. Please open the door.” Though she’s ready to break it down… or bust through a window.
For a hot minute, it might appear that NAMEREMOVED is in fact not at home. It’s dark inside, and there’s no indication of movement.
But at some point, likely around the time Mackenzie’s starting to consider rash measures to remove that door from her warpath, there’s a thunk of the latch, and it simply swings open. And he’s standing there in the doorway, one big hand braced on the top of it, watching the younger woman with a strange little Mona Lisa smile. “Hey,” he murmurs, the drawl a little more pronounced than usual. “Whatcha doin’ here?” She might or might not notice his pupils are blown wide, and he’s stripped down to a faded tee shirt over dark cargo pants. “You should go home. Bad weather.” He looks skyward, seeming to get distracted for a moment by the few stars visible through the haze of approaching stormclouds.
She looks up into his face, noting the pupils, the exaggerated drawl, the hand on the top of the door. “I’m here to see you, of course.” She will attempt to slip inside him, brushing up past him, if she must. “You ignored my texts, and I just… I had a bad feeling.” Instincts? Mackenzie?
He doesn’t really try to stop her from barging in. This seems to be turning into a theme for him, which might amuse him later. For now, he goes to shut and latch the door, and watches the younger woman drift into his motel room while still talking to him.
“Told you I had some things to do,” he tells her, trailing along after. The place is clean and tidy as always, save for a bag of lollipops spilled on the table, and a neatly folded surgical mask beside it. Absently, he steps past her to begin picking up handfuls of the candy and tossing it back into the bag. “Real nice of you to check on me, but I’m fine. As you can see.”
<System> <FS3> Mackenzie rolls Athletics: Success (7 5 4 4 4 2)
She will pause at the sight on the table. When he goes to start cleaning up candy, she will reach to grab his arm, to turn him and force him to look at her. Blue eyes will study his face, especially his eyes. “Holy fuck, are you high?? Are you seriously rolling on Molly like some stupid fucking club kid?!?!”
There’s no real resistance to his arm being snagged, save the slight firming of muscle beneath her fingers in a sort of faltering startle reflex. He resists focusing on her eyes, of course, but that’s nothing new. “What? No. No. Just–” He tries to wrench his arm away, but isn’t truly putting much effort into it. “–just relaxing a little. You gonna start policing my spare time? Or–” He makes a moue with his mouth. “You want some?” One of the lollipops is plucked from the pile, and the plastic wrapper plucked off so he can slide the candy into his mouth.
She will reach over, picking up the mask to take a sniff, sure she will smell mentholated rub. "This… You… I thought you’d just been drinking, but… " She lets go of his arm, staring up at him. “Relaxing? Try pot, or a massage, or a hot tub. This shit… even for us, it has to be bad news.”
NAMEREMOVED might be able to hear her heart pounding a bit faster in her chest. “Good. Candy. Keep the teeth from grinding. I know all the tricks, the tells. This shit is … fuck. NAMEREMOVED.” Her hand lifts, to rub ever so gently against his cheek. Softness, soft things, soft touches… she knows the drills. “NAMEREMOVED… how long have you been doing this?” Her voice is pitched low, quiet.
ding, ding, ding That would be the correct answer. Clearly NAMEREMOVED was not expecting company tonight, or he’d likely not have had the evidence of his miscreance out in the open like this. “Drinking?” The corners of his eyes crease with a smile like he can’t seem to manage while sober. “No, that’s for later.” The lollipop is cracked in half with his teeth, chewed and swallowed, and he’s about to go for another one when she touches his face. The contact makes his whole body still and his lashes sink low, until there’s only a sliver of gold at their dark, dark fringe.
Then he makes a pleased, rumbly sound in his throat that’s far more canid than human, and rubs his cheek gently against her palm. “Hmm?” He doesn’t seem to understand the question at first. After running it through his head a few times, he replies softly, “The molly? Don’t know. Awhiles. Not as long as the other things.” She can feel him smile again. “I ever tell you how good you smell?”
Mack will use his distraction, pulling him in closer to hug, to hold. Her other hand rubbing against his back, soft and slow. Snuggling in up against him. “What other things, honey?” She’s still speaking so soft, quiet. “…no? I mean, you told me you liked the perfume oil I mixed up, but…” Her head will tip back, looking up at him with those blue eyes trying to find gold.
All of that nervous, terrified energy from being a wild animal trapped in a human body is-- absent. Or at least, heavily muted while under the influence. So he practically climbs into her arms, enfolding her against his larger frame like he did the other evening, digging his fingers into her fair hair. More of those low, warm growly noises as she rubs his back and speaks to him in soft tones.
He’s reluctant, still, to meet her eyes when she pulls back to gaze up at him. Moreso perhaps because focusing on her seems difficult. “Don’t matter,” he murmurs. Then squeezes his eyes shut and gives a short, sharp shake of his head as if to clear it. “You should, you better go home. I’ll be fine. I am fine.” He leans down to press a kiss to the top of her head.
Her heart has slowed a bit, and those blue eyes have lost that terrified look. She makes a soft little sighing sound when his fingers find her hair again. “Mmm, it matters to me.” Her hands still rub and stroke along his back, over to his sides, then along his spine again.
“Mmm don’t wanna drive home just yet. Let me stay just a little bit? I like it when you play with my hair like that.” She’s practically whispering, even as she will take a step back, her hands on his back to try and pull him along with her towards his bed. “Will you do it some more? It feels really good.”
His lips twitch when she makes that little sound, like it was somehow unexpected. So he does it again, but this time more slowly; trails those weathered, calloused fingers through her silky hair, marveling at how much more fair it is than his nut brown skin. “Okay,” he tells her, imitating her near whisper. “Just a little bit.”
And he allows himself to be drawn along, seeking the contact he’s craving. She can feel muscle under the thin layer of tee shirt; he’s nowhere near ripped, but he’s leaner than his usual layers of clothing suggest. He’s also got a fine network of what look like track marks scored along the inside of both arms, in various stages of healing and recency.
“Come sit with me, and play with my hair? It’s so nice and relaxing. Please?” She’s still, slowly, stepping back, trying to guide him along with her to the bed. When NAMEREMOVED is sober again, he may realize she clearly has to have had some experience with people rolling on Molly. The softness, the warmth, the gentle guidance. “I feel so safe when I’m with you, and when you play with my hair, it feels so warm, like I could just melt into a curled up puddle.”
Well, when she asks him like that, he seems only too willing to comply. Except he’s all thumbs and left feet at the moment, a very far cry from his usual animal grace. So he briefly gets tangled up with her, and unless she manages to salvage it, sends them both sprawling onto his bed. He laughs, kisses her hair again, and rolls over onto his back with one leg draped off the side and his golden eyes searching her face hazily.
“I know you don’t need protecting. Can take care of yourself. Don’t mean I can’t try, though.” A few strands of blonde hair are tucked out of her eyes and behind her ear.
Considering getting him to lay down on the bed was her entire goal, she doesn’t try too very hard to keep them upright. She giggles with him, her hands still touching, gentle and careful. She will roll with him, sliding herself up against his side. Blue eyes watch his face, his eyes.
“I don’t mind you trying, you know. So long as you don’t put yourself in harm’s way to do it, you know? I just wish you’d give me the same leeway to care about you.” She murmurs, blue eyes almost closing as her strokes her hair back behind her ear. “This is nice. I like this.” She means the cuddling, of course.
The bedsheets are clean and freshly washed, and there are a couple of afghans, both of them hand-knitted out of warm, contrasting colours and geometric patterns. The style is what some would call chinle, based on Navajo designs. Unless NAMEREMOVED has some skills he hasn’t mentioned before, he probably didn’t make them.
“Not stupid,” he tells her gently, going back to stroking her hair when she closes her eyes. “You know that was my job. Find people. Keep 'em safe. Even them as don’t want to be found.” A smile flickers into existence for a moment. And briefly, the calloused pad of his thumb grazes her temple, and then traces the shell of her ear. His body is warm where it’s pressed against hers-- almost too warm, like his system is running too fast. And yet there’s a fine tremble that she can pick up on whenever he touches her, like he’s simultaneously cold.
