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Hello there all, this is the first forum topic I start. I've read everything, so I hope I'm doing this right. Background: Anyhow, I just unearthed my shoe box, containing memories of a Biological Chronicle. My shoebox includes two MOCs of mine that I mish-mashed many years of parts together, and the last three Bionicle sets that I did not disassemble for MOCing during its sunset years of '09-'10. As expected with the 11 years that passed, there was dust but also some unknown residue on the Mahri/Phantoka visors and the feet of my remaining sets and parts. I still haven't unearthed the giant box of parts in my upper closet, which may contain even more residue and other unknown oddities that latched themselves onto the parts during its storage (It is also worth noting that during the storage of these Toa, some parts have loosened considerably while some like Mata Nui's legs have become extremely stiff). As expected with some of the white pieces, they have yellowed over time, for example, Pridak's salvaged arms and Mahri Matoro's legs on my MOC. It reminds me of some of the SNES's that stood the test of time and they have become yellow over the years. I realize that this is inevitable with the plastic. The fire that is my passion for Bionicle has never died out as the years passed and it was only recently that I dived into the community. As I matured, it was then that I realized the importance of properly caring for the sets and pieces. [TL;DR] My question-starter: I'm curious about how those in the community have properly cleaned and restored their sets/parts, what did you use? What was your fail safe and what are some things to avoid? How did you do so that didn't damage the parts and sets? How does one tackle the yellowing of certain parts when restoring sets? (amazingly Pridak's spikes and his arms are still snow-white! incredible haha) I'm excited to see the responses to this, as this is my first time starting something. Many thanks! Take care. Example of my yellowing situation vvvv
I recently found a tub of old pieces that I had not seen in years. However, many of them have small brown dots on them that should not be there. It seems to be some kind of mold, and I was wondering if anybody else has experienced this, and how to get rid of it. I tried rinsing it off, and in many cases it was in crevices that could not be reached with my fingers. Also, I would like to know if there is a way to clean an entire tub of them without inspecting and taking out each individual piece. Any advice would be very much appreciated.
It’s late, and there would be nothing sweeter than the back of my eyelids, but the bed feels dirty when it’s this comfortable. It’s as though skin and sheets are weaving themselves together, and while I sleep comfortable, waking up feels shameful, each day acknowledging these poor habits of living. It’s been a few weeks, and a change is in order. With a tug, the covers are strewn all over the floor, a jumbled mess of spreads and feet tangled together. I kick myself free, winding the sheets into a ball, and pry the elastic band of the bedspread from the underside of the corners. It snaps back, but after a willful tug, it snaps free, flying into my hand. The comforter is still where the sheets have covered, and though I’ve seen it countless times, in the moment it is unfamiliar. A shudder is given when realized exactly how long those spreads have been on there. Routine keeps the sight sound, but my laziness as of late has made me forgotten the bareness of that lone mattress. Countless pen and drool marks stain where my head has passed out, I note as I wrap it all up into a ball. There’s probably other filth in there as well, remembering some sweaty clothing that went missing a few days ago; I regard the pile cautiously as I carry it to the hamper down the hallway, clapping my hands clean as I ditch it in the basket. Crisp, new sheets are under my arm as I walk back to my room, my bare arm feeling the cold of the closet they’ve sat in. With a toss, I watch them fall slowly onto the bed, a rejuvenated look to the bed as I tuck them into the mattress. A car passes the bedroom window, sounding for a second in the darkness, and I wait for a second, as the next sheet is unfolded. Soon enough the white covers replace the blue checkered pattern, and it looks almost tasteful above the cluttered floor. I pull the cover back and climb in, as tiredness over comes me. The sheets are cold, but I can already feel my body heat warming them up, and I feel better, a smile on my face as my eyes fade to the darkness. *** I wake up the next morning, a new dawn shining into my window. My arms rub against the warmth in the bed, and I relax one minute longer before beginning the start of my day. Maybe I’ll even make the bed. ********** The only thing I could come up with. It was a good idea in my head, it just sounds realllllllly cliche here. Any thoughts?