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nanaminokanojo · 2 months
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Gonna update TIQ later this week. Work's kickin' my ass. 😭😂 Thank you for your patience!
Also, I'd like to say thank you to everyone who's reading it. Y'all are the best! 💕
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UPDATE: I couldn't sit still so I posted the bonus chapter supposedly after part 66 here. Please enjoy! 😁💕
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theocannibalistic · 2 years
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traumatized goth girls will share a tender moment with their warlock patron then ask this out of character after the session
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mercurydancer · 1 year
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Fanfic Ask!!!
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What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?
Honestly dude - I make myself laugh more than I probably should. But. _
       “I do not…” he swallowed, “I have grown…unaccustomed to waiting for punishment.”
          Tiq blinked.
          “Punishment…?”
          “You keep saying that it is not…that you do not, but I have not only let my mouth run away from me…I failed at keeping a check on my rage, I bared my teeth, I accused you of terrible things, and I have…” Maul shook his head, “I was weak and I should not have allowed my anger to get the best of me, and…”
          Tiq held up a hand.
          Maul fell silent at once.
          “Maul,” he said, “I am going to introduce you to technique forty-seven.” Tiq said. “Hate is the last one, as you recall, yes? You have been hating your Master, for me, have you not?”
          “I…have been,” Maul agreed softly with a nod.
          “Thank you,” Tiq smiled, “this one is one I can actively participate in as well, you see, it allows me to release my emotions into the Force as well, but it’s a bit of a…different method.”
          Maul tilted his head.
          “Are you ready?” Tiq asked.
          Maul was quiet for a moment, not entirely certain and then slowly, hesitantly gave a sharp nod.
          Tiq cleared his throat, laced his fingers together, and Maul felt with something bordering surprise as that still pool that was Tiq’s Force presence seemed to ripple, before Tiq took a deep breath, and…
          “Maul’s old Master – you are a cock-sucking conniving bastard, and you don’t know SHIT!”
birth of Technique 47 LOL
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sivatherium · 1 year
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nonedhudla · 8 months
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Ends zähflüssiger Einlass, 16,20 € Eintritt via Shotgun-Presale, 2 € Garderobe, 9 € die kleine Wodka-Mate zzgl. 1 € Pfand, akzeptabler Sound, trotzdem kein Wort des monotonen Singsangs von „Konstantin Unwohl” verstanden, „0:30” Uhr der Liveact, na klar wurde es später, Konservenmusik akzeptabel, a+w-Strobel-Groupies und TiQ-Hipster spackten um die Vorherrschaft auf den Brettern des Badehauses, kurz nach vier kehrten'wa der Szenerie den Rücken; erwartungsgemäß nicht der Hit gewesen: TIQ 13th anniversary - KONSTANTIN UNWOHL live.
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technocratiqdigital · 2 years
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Lunar, laying in a bunch of Squishmallows: Recently I've been really into Squishmallows
Moon: Based on what I know about you, that's not a surprise
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i have a feeling that my blog is gonna have to start heavily diverging from canon right about now
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intransheart · 1 month
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(Marsha's Plate Podcast) 
Listen on all streaming Platforms https://pod.link/1293033444
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ravenplaylist · 3 months
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December 24, 2023 - Before Christmas by Non Tiq
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nanaminokanojo · 7 months
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It's gonna take a bit for me to update Thawing Ice Queen. I just need to figure out some things along the way and honestly, life's kicking me on the ass right now. 😬
I'll get shit sorted out then I'll update most likely next week. ♥️
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theocannibalistic · 2 years
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“I have… I can--” Day chokes out. “I think I can fix this. Please, I can fix this.” ... [Idaeus] throws himself back into it with a fury, his eyes sparking with something arcane and vengeful as he sends bolts of lightning in a chain through the armor of the remaining soldiers, frying them and making a handful drop instantly.
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mercurydancer · 1 year
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Hi! Really random question but your depiction of Maul is by far my all time favorite, and I would really like to know how do you think Maul would feel about rollercoasters? I know, I know, a really dumb, random question, but I was at the Universal parks in Orlando these past few days and looking up at the newer coaster they have (the Velocicoaster, it's Jurassic World themed and fast as hell) and I don't know why but the thought of "Would Maul like the adrenaline of rollercoasters?" just poofed right into my mind. Like, would he like them or is there something about the whole thing he would avoid? the that got me thinking, how would Savage and Feral would feel? (I just re-read An Unexpected Chance and the three Oppress brothers are living in my head rent free lol) And then having them on the brain got me thinking about Eeth and Agen since they're Zabraks too would they like rollercoasters too? Then that lead to what about Tiq and Plo and MACE?? Like the wait time was about an hour but I spent a good chunk of it trying to think all this through XD Idk I just want all these characters to be happy and have fun at theme parks and live their best lives, Maker knows they deserve it :') Anyway, sorry for the long ass, random ask, but this is all buzzing in my brain and I need to get it out to someone lol
EXCUSE? Your FAVORITE?? Not even just. One of, THE favorite? Shut the fuck up, you're trying to kill me. That is entirely too nice.
Also, aside from that. Your ask ate my brain.
Enjoy
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            “You’ve literally never been to a theme park?” Anakin asked, staring at Maul as though he’d grown another head.
          Maul leveled an unamused stare on him. “Why would I want to?”
          “They’re fun?” Anakin answered, his brows rising. “You get to go somewhere where there’s no consequences for going really fast, no one is in danger, and you get to just have fun for a day.”
          Maul’s mouth curled, but before he could answer Ahsoka plopped on the back of the chair next to him. “What are you guys talking about?”
          “Maul’s never been to a theme park.”
          Maul stared at Anakin, waves of betrayal and annoyance and…
          “YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO A THEME PARK?”
          Oh…here it came…
          “No,” Maul said, “between freeing slaves and attempting to free my Brothers from Dathomir, I did not have the time.”
          Both of them got very quiet, “Oh,” Ahsoka mumbled, “yes, that’s…that’s very important.”
          “But you have to have fun sometimes, Maul!” Anakin said, “even when you’re freeing slaves, I podraced and I was a slave.”
          “Your Master made you for the money,” Maul said.
          “Didn’t stop it from being fun,” Anakin kicked the chair, frowning. “But even so, your brothers are free! You’re working on finding… You know, I bet you the Clones would love to go to a theme park.”
          “Anakin all three hundred thousand men could not go to the same theme park.”
          “Well, no, but…we could at least take a few that might want to come?”
          “Who said anything about ‘we’?”
          “Where are you going?” Feral asked.
          Maul closed his eyes and prayed to the Force, whatever Gods paid attention to Nightbrothers, and to the Sith itself to save him.
          He opened his eyes and Feral and Savage were still there.
          Fuck.
          “We were talking about going to a theme park,” Ahsoka answered, grinning up at them brightly. “Have you ever gone?”
          “What is a theme park?” Feral asked.
          “You get to go on rides!”
          Feral and Savage both stilled.
          “Rollercoasters,” Maul said, “or other things of that nature. They are designed to go very fast, take you on a short track that runs up, down, side to side, and potentially upside down.”
          “Oh!” Feral said, “that sounds…kind of fun?”
          “No, it does not,” Maul frowned.
          “You don’t know, you’ve never been,” Anakin said, sticking his nose up at him, and turning to Feral and Savage. “It is! You get to have all of the adrenaline of a fast chase or a podrace, but none of the danger. I…would admittedly like the danger, but it was the only thing that Obi-Wan let me go on when I was younger, and…I do like them. Qui-Gon doesn’t like them very much, though. He gets sick.”
          “Qui-Gon gets motion sick?” Maul asked. “That might be rather funny to watch.”
          “So long as you’re not anywhere near him,” Anakin said. “He threw up on Obi-Wan’s shoes.”
          Maul laughed.
          “Oh, that’s not a good sound,” Obi-Wan hums, and that is the moment when Maul realizes he is damned.
          He is damned, because the Force, the Gods of the Nightbrothers, and even the Sith itself have all conspired to force him into this position, and he hates it.
          “Be nice, Obi-Wan, he can’t help he laughs like that,” Ahsoka said.
          Maul hated everything.
          “What is the reason for the laughter, if I may ask?” Obi-Wan asked, choosing to ignore the comment.
          Good choice.
          “We’re talking about going to a theme park,” Anakin said. “Maul, Feral, and Savage have never gone. We also were talking about maybe taking some of the Clones?”
          “We’d have to rent out the theme park for over a week!” Obi-Wan said. “We can’t just bring some and not all.”
          “I mean we could do it, though, couldn’t we? We saved all of the Senators!”
          “They’re busy rebuilding the new Senate building, they don’t have the means,” Obi-Wan denied. “But maybe we could ask…”
          “I’ll ask,” Ahsoka beams, “Feral, Savage, come with me! And call…Cote, he knows how to look very polite.”
          Maul blinked, watching as she grabbed his brother’s hands and dragged them out, Anakin following. Maul looked to Obi-Wan.
          Obi-Wan just grinned.
          Fuck.
          Maul was staring at a theme park.
          This in itself would have been bad enough, but he was somehow staring at a theme park with an entourage that consisted of Feral, Savage, Ahsoka, Anakin, Agen, Depa, Eeth, Mace, Plo, Qui-Gon, Tiq, Yoda, Yaddle, a handful of Brothers that decided that they would like to come, and a massive amount of Clones. There were also plenty of other Jedi, but they were keeping their distance and had spent more time mingling. Boba had also come, with Bail and Breha who were taking care of him while his father got his shit together, and of course that meant that Padmé was also there.
          Maul still did not understand how this had happened. All he knew is apparently Ahsoka had asked his brothers and Cote to all stand there and look very sad when Ahsoka explained that they had never been to a theme park before.
          Somehow, the combination of the Jedi having saved the Galaxy, the Clones having been trained from decanting to be Soldiers, and the Nightbrothers having been slaves from birth had combined to the agreement of a special day that was to celebrate them, as well as show off to the Galaxy how good the theme park was. The tradeoff for a free time was basically lots of publicity.
          Maul hated publicity.
          They were making a speech, Maul could see, not really paying attention to what they were saying, but aware of how they were speaking of the importance of joy, of laughter, and talking about how important it was to give it to people that had never had it.
          Maul wanted to roll his eyes. They had joy, and plenty of laughter, and he could tell that his brothers were shifting, something unhappy buzzing in their souls. The Clones, the Soldiers also seemed a bit unsure, but…
          Free theme park.
          For more than a week.
          And then they finally opened the gates, clearly hoping for a massive pouring in… But they had forgotten that the people they were welcoming had been slaves and soldiers and also Jedi – who were naturally repressed.
          There was no rush to the gate, the people applauding as they walked through in their lines were forced to applaud for much longer than they clearly had hoped for.
          That was funny.
          They finally made it through, were told to ‘cut loose,’ try what they wanted, everything was open, everything was free, including the food. They had typical theme park fair, which…was fine. Maul thought. He hadn’t ever had any.
          He’d find out.
          They finally made it through the gate which closed behind them, there was a pause as the Nightbrothers and the Soldiers all clearly waited for someone to tell them what to do…
          “Find a ride!” Ahsoka yelled out, “AND START, PLAYING!”
          There was a pause, and they finally started to drift. The Nightbrothers stayed close together, Maul very aware of the small kittens that they were walking with, carefully protected in the center. They had heard that the theme park was meant to be fun for children, and both the Clones and the Brothers had brought their younglings with them. And then, of course, Ahsoka had grabbed his hand and was beaming at him.
          “Come on,” she said, her eyes wide and delighted, “we have to try a roller coaster!”
          “Must we?” Maul asked, but it was over before it had begun, finding himself running after her as she dragged him. Anakin was right next to him, and then his brothers were coming. They ran towards, predictably, the biggest, fastest looking coaster in the entire park.
          Maul noticed though, that as they ran, a few more of the Clones and the Brothers began moving faster towards whatever caught their eye. He could see his Brothers pointing out different rides, crouching down towards the kittens, speaking to them quietly.
          Maul still did not know how he felt about the kittens.
          They were very small.
          There were still reflections in their eyes when he looked at them. Reflections and glimpses of happiness, but also terrible pain.
          Everything was still confused. Tiq said it would get better, and had been working with him to put together his memories. There was so much to sort through… But his introspection was solidly interrupted at the sight of the coaster before them.
          Ahsoka looked up, and up…and then turned to him with the biggest smile. “You ready for your first roller coaster?”
          Maul stared at it, felt his mouth twist at the corners.
          “Yes!” Feral called out, standing next to him. “Do you mind if I steal my twin?”
          Ahsoka grinned, and let go of his hand, Maul finding Feral’s grip on his other hand suddenly, looking up to his brother.
          “You want to go together?”
          Maul sighed, “fine.”
          And then they had walked into line and were lining up. As they walked through the empty walkway that was meant to force them into some manner of order, Maul watched as more Clones and Brothers lined up. There were no younglings, all of them too small, but he noticed a few of the Clones he knew.
          The blond one that had been there for Boba, had taken the name Rex the last he’d heard, was following up Anakin, Anakin striking up a happy conversation with him.
          They were getting closer after that, joining in the conversation, and Maul was happy to see that his Brothers were doing the same.
          Feral grinned at him and Maul found himself smiling back without hesitation. It was a…strange reaction, one he was not used to, but did not mind.
          They finally made it to the coaster itself, standing there for a moment as they decided where to sit, before Feral tugged him towards the front. Maul followed without thought, Savage behind them. The coaster was divided into six separate cars, four seats within them, and Maul was surprised to realize it required them to stand up. Each individual seat would adjust to the height of the person in them.
          “Well, at least your legs won’t be dangling,” Feral grinned, waggling his brows at him.
          Maul sneered.
          One of the operators approached – also a Zabrak, a wide grin on her mouth. Feral’s hand tightened on his own, and Maul held tight, taking a step forward. She paused for a moment, her gaze darting between them and stopped a reasonable distance back, that smile still on her mouth. Maul in that one moment was grateful. Her smile was warm, and there was no hint that she had meant to get closer, no hurt, and nothing to suggest that she was annoyed.
          “Hello,” she said, “welcome to the Jackhammer,” she grinned with all her teeth, “before I let you on, I am going to ask that you put these…” she lifted up a series of caps that Maul realized would fit on their horns, “on the horns most likely to hit the seat. Thank you for your cooperation, as soon as you have them on we’ll get you situated in your ride.”
          She went down the line, another working from the back of the car, the two of them handing out caps.
          Maul sighed, working them on his horns, Feral and Savage doing the same, and finally going over to adjust themselves in the seat, the other operator helping them get situated and buckling them up, making sure they were in place and situated.
          It was a remarkably efficient thing, and Maul wondered mildly about the term ‘jackhammer.’
          He had a feeling that some of the non-Zabraks weren’t about to have a good time.
          Once they were all adjusted they turned their attention to the Operator, who was grinning at all of them.
          “Hello everybody and welcome to the Jackhammer, we are going to take you 62 meters up, drop you at 90 degrees, roll around at a lovely and brisk 70 mph, and take you on more loop the loops and hops than you want to think about. If you’re not seeing stars by the end of it – you’re not on the Jackhammer, thank you for riding~”
          She had pressed the button to start the ride before any of them had time to process, the car rolling forward quickly before the chain caught hold of them, slowly beginning to ratchet them up.
          Feral was suddenly leaning over. “Maul, Maul, what did she mean seeing stars? Are we going to be okay?”
          Maul paused for a moment, realizing that the end of the chain was coming up shortly, they were getting higher and higher, the view expansive. There were so many Clones, there were so many Brothers, and the realization that a few of them had started to run, to push at each other… Maul was suddenly in a good mood. He turned to Feral.
          “No.”
          And then they were going straight down as the chain released them, and Feral and Savage were screaming.
          Maul laughed.
          And also found that he was right.
          Maul knew what the coaster was going to do, could predict what the forces would be, his natural affinity with machines and with the forces that worked on them meant that it was nearly impossible for it to surprise him. There was not much adrenaline, his body shifting slightly to prepare for each wild loop, and bounce. The speed was nice, and his brothers’ shrieking was also nice, but…
          It wasn’t precisely…exciting.
          He figured that was alright though.
          They finally made it to the end of the coaster, the stops jerking them to a halt, Feral and Savage heaving for breath. Maul couldn’t help the grin on his face.
          They were released from the seats, and Maul turned to Savage and Feral, who were staring at him…
          Maul took off the caps on his horns, put them where they belonged, watching as they did the same…and then ran.
          They chased after him.
          Maul led them on a wild chase down the exit ramp, laughing all the while as they hollered various threats, amusement nonetheless burning bright in the words, and in their auras.
          Feral finally caught hold of him as Maul decided he was done running, lifting him up, and for a moment Maul did not understand where this was going, and then Savage clocked his head against Maul’s own at a high rate of speed.
          That was adrenaline.
           It was a very SOLID thunk! Their horns interlocking and the feeling of another Zabrak latching on after the headbutt was a burst of adrenaline and amusement, and Maul grinned wide.
          “Upset?”
          “I thought we were going to die,” Savage said.
          “I thought that was part of the appeal?”
          THUNK!
          Maul laughed, Feral dropping him down and thunking him a couple times as well.
          “Alright,” Maul laughed, “I’m sorry,” he grinned. “Shall we go on another?”
          “Yeah, sure!” Feral beamed.
          “Another big one?”
          “Why not,” Savage agreed. “Did you enjoy it?”
          “It was…alright,” Maul said. “Your reactions were enjoyable though.”
          “Happy to please,” Feral rolled his eyes and Maul grinned.
          They walked through the park, talking to various Brothers, and Clones, meeting up with Padmé for another ride. She smiled wide, hugging them.
          “I’m so happy you’re all here,” she said, pulling back. “Come on, let’s go.”
          They met different people as they went through various rides, Maul finding that the rides were nonetheless mostly the same.
Maul rode with Tiq and Plo once, finding with surprise that Plo rather loved roller coasters. They were safe adrenaline, as Plo put out, and they weren’t dangerous enough to threaten his rebreather, so he could ride safely. Tiq enjoyed going with Plo because he went on the bigger ones.
And then he found Depa and Mace and the realization that there were racing coasters was enough to get them on a coaster together, while Anakin, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were on another. Qui-Gon was looking a particularly interesting shade of green, Savage and Feral cheering for them, planning on racing the winner. Maul couldn’t help but laugh.
Naturally, their car won, leading to much consternation and yelling from Ahsoka and Anakin.
Obi-Wan pretended to be above it until Maul informed him that it was about as slow as he was. And then he was perfectly interested in sassing.
Maul didn’t give him the opportunity.
          Agen and Eeth were more than happy to join them for some of the rides that were too violent for humans, whooping and hollering all the while. It was funny watching Agen tease Eeth, and Maul was happy to bask in the feeling of their amusement, their happiness that they were there, they were safe.
They found Yoda in the kiddie area, as well as a swarm of kittens listening to him talk about Jedi stories, their eyes wide, purring all around.
They immediately jumped on Feral and Savage and Maul when they saw them, happily yelling out about how happy they were to see them. Maul still did not know how to feel about that.
In the end…Maul thought it was not that bad, though the roller coasters remained the least favorite. There were a few that went in different directions, and he didn’t mind the ones that threw a curve at him, but most of the time they were…pleasant. Which he didn’t think was meant to be the point, but he found that while he was not sure about the rides themselves, he more than enjoyed the company.
          Maul had been alone for so long…he was getting to the point where he could feel the edges of his tolerance fraying, but it was not…entirely unpleasant.
          They finally sat at one of the tables after they had ridden so many rides Feral’s legs were like jelly. There was amusement burning between them, Maul finding that he had been in more hornlocks than he had in his entire life. There were Clones around them, ones that he did not know by name yet, but ones that immediately recognized them.
          They were very happy to talk, sharing snacks, and discussing what else they were planning on doing.
          It was getting dark by the time they were on the last ride, and when they came in for a halt the sight of fireworks lighting up the sky signaled the end of the day, and a celebration that would last most of the night.
          All in all…not that bad of an experience.
          Maul would never admit it.
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felidaefatigue · 4 months
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So t. specifically will not let me post some screenshots I took for some reason or submit them
If youre in Canada, specifically Alberta, please lookup Qini-tiq (without dash). Specifically look at the link for the palestinian solidarity campaign. I recieved a job offer notification from Ind.eed that theyre hiring for production including "unmanned vehicles" and if you search that as well with the name. Or theres a suggested search with Talon. Just asking you look at them. And know thats going on in our province. cool thanks.
oh btw funfact; you can search them on linkedin and a lot of employees are listed if u just wanna check if any of em are in your life that you wish to maybe consider speaking to. extensively. (esp in medicine hat)
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nonedhudla · 2 years
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Es war einmal eine bescheidene, feine, kleine, wortwörtliche Underground-Veranstaltungsreihe von Andrea „Neue K” Oliarca, Licia „Lithium” „Lichene” Londini, Valentina Bardazzi und Mirco „Lazare” Magnani im Kili und darauf folgend in der räudigen Friedrichshainer Knochenbox unter der Theaterkapelle, tiefe Decke, Pfeiler, eng, abgefucktes, so nices Flair.
Irgendwann in 2012 blieben Mirco und Valentina auf der Strecke, wir vermissen DJ Lazare.
2014 musste die „often imitated, never duplicated” „Tanz im Quadrat”, später bloß „TiQ”, „that has set new standards for the Berlin electronic scene”, wegen „kiddie theater and milk coffee events for all the young Deutsch Mutties” weiterziehen.
Nach Stopps im Slaughterhouse und im Sternchen fand sich glücklicherweise im Bahnbogen des Hangar 49 ein neues Zuhause, bis die Betreiber Paul Linke und Till Kraeusel 2020 das Handtuch warfen, Corona-Hilfen sowie Spenden abkassierten, Einrichtung und Equipment verscherbelten und, wie sie es bereits vor der Mimimidemie angekündigt hatten, die Pforten schlossen.
Es folgten Abstecher in'n Duncker, in's Beate Uwe und in Kürze in den Raumvier des KitKatClubs, früher bekannt als „Clinic Basement” und für seine unverschämten Getränkepreise, ergo nicht wirklich das Wahre; ist vermutlich kein einfaches Unterfangen einen adäquaten Veranstaltungsort aufzustöbern.
Jetzt also erneut zu Gast im „Factory”-Wohnzimmer Slaughterhouse zum zwölfjährigen Jubiläum mit einem „incredible” „impressive line up”, an erster Stelle der zu oft bei der TiQ gesehene, kaum gehörte und alles andere als spannende „Live”-Act „minimal synth maestro” Sean McBride alias Martial Canterel, „the greatest exponent of American minimal synth sounds of the 21st Centrury”.
Für die Konservenklänge verantworten sich Resident- Neue K, fifty-fifty Gast-/Resident-DJ Andrea „Hanzel” Siddu, über den wir aufgrund seiner Musikauswahl schon manches Mal den Kopf schüttelten, dazu gesellen sich die - *Trommelwirbel* - Freddy Mercurys, John Lennons und Johnny Cashs des Utz-utzes, nämlich die „among the most respected djs and producers from the Berlin and international electronic scene” „2 living legends of the Berlin techno scene”, „cult heroes of the international techno scene”, Hayden Payne alias Phase Fatale aka „Sekunde” plus „Pogo in Sauerkraut” Michael Wollenhaupt alias Ancient Methods.
„Well that's one for the books !”
Keine Ahnung, warum Veranstalter immer wieder meinen, mehr, mehr, mehr DJs in einem ziemlich begrenzten Zeitrahmen versprächen mehr Pep und es sei eine fantastische Idee mindestens einen „Live”-Act mit reinzuquetschen, aber so is'es eben, ich bin nicht der Nabel der Welt, gar nicht wenige machen sich nach wie vor in die Hose, wenn ihnen jemand in den Öffis unmaskiert begegnet, stören sich nicht an den fehlenden Pommes beim oder daran, dass Pleasure X noch nicht zum GPF eingeladen wurde, oder trinken Bier.
Wurscht wie, die tiq'sche Promo-Abteilung, unmittelbar zuvor beim Superlative-Seminar von 2xT und Stefan „Devotee” Kistner geschult, verspricht, wenngleich auf FB lediglich „VON 22:00 BIS 07:00” die Rede ist, eine „massive 12h anniversary bash” und die „royalty of uncompromising, powerful and driving electronic dance music”.
Freitag Abend, tatsächlich hatte ich die TiQ schon und lange auf meinem Zettel, extra dafür zurück nach Berlin gejetet, „137” FB-Zusagen derweil, die Dunkelziffer deutlich höher, da wird mir glatt ein bisschen bange, „11.30 PM (sharp)” das Dudel-„concert” („Concert starts at 23:30 sharp”), sprich, es dürfte 1 Uhr bis zur tatsächlichen Party werden und das, wo ich an sich vorbildlich stets früh auf der Matte stehe, meine Begeisterung hielt sich dementsprechend sehr in Grenzen.
Aber wie das so ist, 'ne Meinung kanns'de dir nur bilden, ein Erlebnis nur teilen, wenn'de den Weg auf dich genommen hast, von daher, wat mutt, dat mutt.
Klar ist, die ehemals „bescheidene, feine, kleine, wortwörtliche Underground-Veranstaltungsreihe” hat sich gewandelt, insbesondere das Publikum. Verirrte Hipster sind mitnichten eine Seltenheit, die vervielfachte Kundschaft ist breiter gefächert und dazu stumpfer geworden, selbst die DJs, insbesondere die aus Mexiko, partiell ebenfalls.
Kurzum, zuletzt vergangenes Jahr einen eher so lala TiQ-Duncker besucht, die Stunde der Wahrheit rückt näher: Was ist aus unserer Lieblingsparty geworden?
C'est la vie und ist ja nicht so, als hätte ich es nicht vorhergesehen, dies war ein Satz mit X, ein kurzer Info-Post in das Facebook-Event zu viel verlangt; acht Minuten vor eins, 0:52 Uhr, hatte mir gerade den Schweiß von der Tour de Berlin-Mitte abgewischt, winkt Licia am Kassentresen wild gestikulierend, als wolle sie ein lästiges Insekt von dannen scheuchen, direkt ab: „Ausverkauft”.
Na denn, nix mit TiQ, nix mit Tanztee, damit verhält es sich nun wie mit a+w, kann'ich künftig auch gut drauf verzichten, abgehakt.
Heute Spätabend schlage ich denselben Weg ein, dem Himmel sei Dank ist die Factory nich' so 'ne hippe Veranstaltungsreihe.
PS: Einst „Eintritt frei”, in der Boxhagener 3 Euro, im Hangar anfangs 5 Euro, zur Feier der Nacht verlangten sie 2022 nach Hörensagen heimlich ganze 20 Euro, mein lieber Scholli.
Mein letztes Pre-Inflation-GPF-5-Nächte-Ticket kostete gerade einmal 40 Euro inklusive Versand per Einschreiben.
Freilich startete der „Live”-Act unpünktlich, des Weiteren wären sie wohl etwas überfordert von dem Andrang und mit der Abfertigung gewesen und vermutlich hätte im Anschluss an den „Live”-Act die Möglichkeit bestanden, gegen Bares in unbekannter Höhe Einlass zur After-Show-Party gewährt zu bekommen, offen oder überhaupt kommuniziert wurde dies nicht.
PPS: „TiQ war nice, hab aber auch schon bessere erlebt”, äußerte ein seltener TiQ-Gast.
PPPS: Tags darauf und da is'es wieder, das großspurige Laber Rhabarber: „On 15.7.2022 we are happily back at Beate Uwe with another killer line up.” DJs sind die vorgenannte alte Riege, 1, 2, 3 sowie die zuletzt im Neuköllner An der Autobahn gesehene Amélie „Kalte Sterne” Schwarb, dazu das transusige No-Name-Ein-Frau-Playback-Act Simona „Feralia Planitia” Dellamorte aus Haarlem.
PPPPS: „It was an amazing and unforgettable night […] Everything went great thanks to: […] Silvia/[…] for having helping us at the entrance making everyone feel welcomed.” - I beg to differ.
PPPPPS 17. Juli 2022: Ham'se es sich anders überlegt, nix Raumvier am 29. Juli zum „TIQ special warm up Kalabalik På Tyrolen Festival” mit „Autumns”, Slaughterhouse it is. Hanzel soll übrigens gut aufgelegt haben Freitag Nacht, 15. Juli 2022.
PPPPPPS 25. Januar 2024: „Nah, die TiQ ist für mich gestorben“, antwortete ich vorhin auf die Nachfrage, ob'ma' sich Samstag eben bei der TiQ sehe.
Ist nicht so, als hätte ich der „Tanz im Quadrat“ nicht genügend Chancen eingeräumt, zuletzt am 4. August 2023, erneut eine Enttäuschung. Irgendwann reicht es eben, ich weiß es besser, TiQs Stern ist gefallen, deren Selbstbeweihräucherung reißt es nicht raus, unsere einstige Lieblingsveranstaltung ist derweil nimmer der Rede wert, braucht es nicht, kann weg.
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