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Week 2.
Two people are dead. Ken Kaneki has been murdered, Reaver has been executed - and perhaps most uncomfortably, the Conductor is proud of you all for adhering to due process. (As always, by which he means that there is a process, and you all are certainly doing it.) Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; come Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock and there are no dead bodies to be found, so it can be assumed that all of you are safe for the time being. That said, you'll be feeling a little groggy when you wake up; it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... However, once you've shaken that off, there are new things to be looked at; the previously closed-off area near the kitchen has been unlocked, and there's a new floor to be explored - consider it your reward for a job well done. |
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week two of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains as well!
The Letters and Switchboard posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]
SUNDAY
GIFTS
Meanwhile, Susan has a thick manila envelope waiting for her in the foyer; it's sealed, with the word ADROIT written on it in large, blocky handwriting.]
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B: [A few hours later, Weiss has settled into the library with a small stack of books. She's taken some paper and a pen from the mail room with her, and there's an open book and letter in front of her. It's clearly visible, and reads:
Dear Blake,
I know it's probably weird that I'm writing this to you, and not Ruby. I don't think she would understand the situation as well, though. You've had more experience outside the kingdoms.
I'm in a bad situation, and I need some advice. I have a gap in my memory that stretches from the day we fought Torchwick and Neo to what looks like a battle in Vale, and -
There's an inkblot at the end of the sentence, where Weiss has repeatedly tapped the paper with her pen. She's frowning down, trying to word her letter, but she's absolutely open to conversation.]
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Well, most of it is stuff she actually wants, but some of this?
She'll also be found in the mail room in the morning, deliberating a letter, and after that, wander upstairs to the library right in front of the stairs.]
This is impressive. Almost larger than mine... Almost, of course!
[Finally, you can occasionally come upon Elise in the kitchen, pretending she isn't waiting around for somebody to make her food.]
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Eventually, she left her room, nearly stepping on the pillow laying outside her door. She immediately realized why it was left there, and swiftly threw it into her room and continued on her way. It was just a thing. She'd muster some emotions about that later.
She stops by the ballroom to gaze into the area. Kaneki was gone, as was all signs of him. If she tried hard enough, it was almost like that whole thing never happened. That doesn't stop tears from forming in her eyes, which she desperately starts wiping away.
Later, she drifts to the kitchen to try and make breakfast. Or, she would be trying to do that. Instead Rakka is simply... leaning on the counter, staring down at her hands as though something major had just hit her. Which it did. It was something - something that she was having trouble processing.]
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"I thought we were FRIENDS why would you DO THIS!?"
"Why can't I look, ChrisPlease tell me he's okay, please...!"
Screaming. So much screaming.
So much that Ashley awakens continuing to do so, wild and guttural and mixed with sobs. It's such a good thing that these rooms are soundproof, isn't it?
Dislikes: Saws - oh she wants to throw up. Your clothes weren't in any state to be worn around this facility at the time of your arrival. OH she wants to rip off every bit of her skin...!
Throughout most of the day, Ashley will not leave her room. You can try to knock on her door, if you're worried, but she will remain locked inside, whatever you do.
It isn't until late at night, about half an hour before curfew, that she emerges and...jeez, she looks kind of messed up. Her hair's wet, so it looks like she's just gotten out of the shower. What's strange, though, is any exposed skin on the left side of her body - cheek, neck, hand, thank goodness she's wearing the uniform with pants today so the leg's not included - as well as her right hand look...well, rubbed raw. Yikes. There's a scared sad look to her, and it seems not even a shower can erase the residue of tears.
...But she's out, anyway. One of her hands stays at the pocket on her chest, where a pair of scissors still dutifully poke out, and the other clutches a crumpled letter. She's- no, not a "girl on a mission" because that would require some kind of direction instead of the lost little lamb look she gives off. But surely, she has places to go in mind. One of which is the kitchen, where she rummages around for something quick and simple to eat.
Another... To the mail room, where she stands confused and indecisive.
From how she's wandering about, like a ghost, it's very likely to run into her in the hallways as well. Unlike the other night-walkers of the group, her final destination is back to her room early, but it's likely, still, that she'll be out after curfew for awhile.]
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Asuka doesn't quite know what to do with herself when she wakes up; there's still a gap in her memories, of course, one between the fragment she just recalled and being attacked by the Angel in EVA-03...
She didn't know what was going on. All she remembered was the bottom of a lake. The inside of EVA-02. The sound of bombs, explosions, mines going off near her head. And knowing that she didn't want to die.
She still had her eye then, too. ]
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[ Things didn't add up. But sitting around doing nothing wasn't going to make her remember more.
After taking inventory again in the her usual haunt, the storage room, Asuka makes it her business to examine the new floor; the infirmary catches her eye right away, and she quickly pockets things she can make use of in the event something happens and she won't be able to make it up here; bandages, disinfectant, some painkillers...always better to be prepared, especially when someone's trying to murder you, she figures.
As for the library...she's actually somewhat impressed with the selection. She can't recognize any of the authors, but...well, some of the books here seem vaguely Nietzsche-esque, so maybe she can give a few of those a shot? She'll be reading in there, if one dares to disturb her. ]
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Well that was... a dream. A weird one. He was expecting nightmares about that or perhaps about Reaver's execution and the way the shadows moved and the darkness and-- But that didn't happen. For whatever reason his brain decided he really needed to kill Major Swift for... some reason.
Dislikes: traitors. Likes: executions.
How disgusting.
Logan doesn't leave his room in the morning, instead he exits from Reaver's. Why was he in Reaver's room? Don't ask questions. It definitely wasn't because he wanted to lie on Reaver's bed and be creepy, nope. His first stop is mail room, where he'll take a moment to examine the new box there and take the Silver Key for room 15. That will be a bit better than leaving the door open.
He'll be in Reaver's room for a good part of the day examining the items he got from the machine, but he doesn't have the door open. Reaver's room is right next to his own, so if you're looking for him you might want to try this room instead of his own, because this is apparently how badly Logan's life is sucking right now.
Eventually he'll leave Reaver's room to explore the second floor, though the only room that holds any interest for him is the library. Logan's not reading any of the books that can be found in there, though. Instead he's got something else with him, something with a interesting logo on the cover. He's going to be slouched in one of those chairs reading this book for quite some time, despite the fact that he's still wearing the chestplate and that's probably pretty uncomfortable. Occasionally he almost looks sort of happy, though the expression doesn't last for long before he's back to looking blank. This is how he's coping with losing his only friend, alright. He's going to be a mess forever.]
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"You'll feel a sharp scratch..."
[It takes Susan some time to leave her room today, and when she does her hair is damp and a bit bedraggled. Luckily it's not like she ever really styles it anyway. Her jacket is zipped up to her neck, and she keeps her arms folded uneasily across her body.
Passing through the foyer, she takes the envelope and glances around to see if anyone else is around. Regardless, she decides to just carry it into the kitchen, and opens it there while her coffee is brewing. What have we here?
Later in the afternoon, she'll be upstairs in the infirmary, sorting through the supplies provided and putting some of them in a box. There seems to be a few books in there as well.
Before evening, there's a survey left in the kitchen:]
Left some first-aid supplies in the cabinet by the glasses. If you know your blood type, please list it here.
[She'd really like not to attempt any blood transfusions here at all, but if it comes to that she'd rather they had some information.]
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The scientist quickly jogged over, light showing his path in the darkness. Marty knelt by the tombstone, his heart hammering in his chest. Copernicus was lying on the ground, head between his paws.
He couldn't make sense of how this happened. But it was clear that the Doc was dead.
Emmett Brown
Died September 7th, 1885
When the Doc finally caught to him, his face was twisted with concern. Oh Marty, it looks like you've seen a ghost!
You're not too far off, Doc.
Doc was dead. Jesus, the Doc was dead...! ]
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[ If you see Marty standing there, he looks...well, depressed. Maybe a little confused? He's got a load of weird shit for the most part, except for a picture out of its frame. It's obvious to see that the picture holds the most importance, as the rest of the stuff he's got is lying on the floor.
The picture is browned with age, a little crinkled at the edges. There stands him and the Doc. It's obviously old (why in the hell would he wear a hat like that?), but it doesn't make any sense. It's obviously him and Doc standing there, with what, the clocktower in the background? Something with a clock? Marty tries to think, until he's got a headache that throbs behind his eyes. But he can't remember anything about this.
Despite the confusion, Marty continues to observe the picture. That's his best friend standing there, looking as happy as ever. All of a sudden he was wracked with homesickness, enough to make his stomach hurt. It wasn't enough to make him cry...but he was sad. Maybe if the Doc was here, this would make sense.
But wait. He was dead, wasn't it? With the homesickness comes a mix of grief, and Marty almost chokes out a sob.
He catches himself, and lets out a sigh instead. ] The hell's going on here, Doc...?
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"Not a scratch...? But I thought he was hit by a meteorite fragment?"
Now, thaaaat's just not what he expected to dream about. It must be the guilt from not being able to stop Reaver in the act, and then sending him to a grizzly fate.
...But dreaming about that...? And discussing it with...
Well. It was just a dream.
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First thing's first, he takes a stop by the vending machine, where he gets something he's never seen before.
It's.... interesting, to say the least; maybe it belongs to someone else in the group. He pockets it to share it later.
His second stop is the laundry room where he will be wearing a ridiculous dinosaur costume since everything else is dirty.
Once... that whole thing is taken care of, he'll be back in his spotless white coat and heads for the library. There's no specific reason for him to be here, but it's... new, and maybe he'll be able to find something about those creepy shadows from yesterday.]
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[Dio awoke in his room in the early evening, staring blankly at the ceiling for a few minutes. That dream...was it a dream? It explained quite a few things, as well as filled a small gap in what he knew to be missing memories. He pressed a hand to the scar on his throat and looked to the cracked stone mask left on his desk. There could be little doubt that he'd worn that mask at some point, and then...quite a lot had clearly transpired. It left an unpleasant taste in his mouth to say the least, but the death of his rival should have been a victory.]
[Likes: Jonathan Joestar]
[...Damn it.]
[Eventually--a little before the chime marking 10PM--Dio had found his way to the infirmary, examining some things he recognized and some things that hadn't remotely been invented in the 1800s. Looking closely enough, one might even have caught him hiding something in the jacket of his school uniform, before resuming looking though the drawers and cabinets.]
[The rest of the night would find him in the library, either on a ladder looking through the shelves or sitting at ground level reading a particularly dense and dusty hardcover.]
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fought through six splash pageshad an epic battle and it was awesome. Also suspiciously like something they might actually do but haha EVERYONE KNOWS YOU DON'T GET MEMORIES BACK WHEN YOU SLEEP.Later in the morning, you'll find her in the mailroom shoving stuff into the letters box. As usual.
And then she goes to explore some stuff. Sewing room blah blah blah A LIBRARY. Great, she's gonna go look for some picture books for Rakka since the Conductor is a jerk and wouldn't give her - oh. OH YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING.]
YOU'RE A JERK, YOU KNOW THAT? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU, LIKE, GRANTED MY REQUEST AFTER SOMEONE DIED. IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER OR SOMETHING? BECAUSE IT DOESN'T. IT JUST MAKES ME WANT TO PUNCH YOUR
[It continues in that vein of her just yelling aimlessly at the Conductor because she knows he's watching. Until someone stops her and asks wtf she's so upset about of course.]
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Uggggggh, what a stupid dream. It was so stupid he didn't feel like getting up in the morning... but really, that would just be counterproductive. Especially since... well, he didn't entirely think it was a dream. It was pretty obvious to him at this point that everyone was missing memories, and given what happened the last time he left Team Rocket to their own devices...
...yeah. He could kind of believe that they would, indeed, try to take control of Arceus and have it create Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina. Yeah. Absolutely.
...so the first thing he does in the morning is go to the kitchen to see if the Conductor has finally decided to provide any booze or not, so he'll be rummaging around the various cupboards and the fridge to see if it's been placed anywhere inconspicuous.
...it hasn't. He'll have to write a stern letter to management.
In any case... right. Right, now that he sees the area near the kitchen, he'll have to go exploring, won't he? That's a bit of a mood lifter, although as he looks through it... hm.
The Library had a lot of promise when he first saw it, so he'll be spending a lot of the afternoon going through it. Though... if you run into him, he doesn't really seem satisfied with the selection. Maybe he's pickier about what he reads than he is about most other things.
In the evening, he'll be in the mail room writing the aforementioned stern letter to management, because really, now.
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Everybody's been waiting their whole lives for this moment!
But we're not nervous at all.
When everyone puts their hearts together, they can't lose!
Now, human! Let's end this, right here, right now.
I'll show you how determined monsters can be!
Step forward when you're ready! Fuhuhuhu!"
But then...they just didn't attack. She was trying her hardest to fight them, they defended, pleaded to her to stop fighting them, tried to spare her...she just kept going. She had to do this. She had to, they were depending on her for this moment...
Undyne wakes up in shock, and just...kind of stares for a little bit. What the heck just happened? She had dreams, pretty often at that, but they were never usually this...real-seeming. It wasn't pleasant to think about--she remembered the kid, she was chasing after them before she got to this place--this makes...no sense. None.
She's going to try to shove it out of her mind. Maybe some tea could help...]
A. Library
[Well, the first thing she does is start exploring the new part of the building! She stops in the library first, mostly to check out the book selection; for the most part, she seems like she's trying out the books and trying to see if they've got any hidden buttons on them...
But eventually? She's just going to take a seat with her tea and read a few books. They're not like what she has at home, granted, but it's definitely something to do!
...She, uh, might've left a bit of a mess behind--the books are thankfully closed, but they're in small piles on the floor where they likely should be.
She'll get to them later. Maybe.]
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[She hasn't actually gone in here, yet, mostly because she hasn't really seen the need for it. She thought they'd be out by now, she thought that things wouldn't get this real.
There's something she has to do here--maybe the Conductor can deliver this to the underground. He had to have gotten there to get her in the first place, right...?
If one catches her in here, they can find her with a couple of letters being written--there are envelopes addressed to people known as 'Alphys', 'Asgore', and 'Papyrus & Sans'.
She's going to be pretty deep in thought while she writes, doing her best to ensure that the letters are neatly written and concise. It's...going okay, at least. She's trying.]
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Well, whatever! It was obviously just a dream, so Morty won't dwell on it. Especially since he has some coins to go use on that vending machine. Finally!]
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[Kind of excitedly, Morty leaves his room and makes a straight b-line towards the machine, his coins in his hands. Though, thanks to being excited and also kind of an awkward piece of shit, Morty winds up tripping and spilling his coins on the ground. Which, he picks up three of them easily enough but one of them was kind enough to roll behind the machine. In a nice, little crack that was impossible to get to by hand.]
O-oh no!
[So now, anyone who wants to use the machine or who's just passing by can find the poor kid trying desperately to move the machine or use random objects found around to get at the coin... what an unlucky guy.]
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[After he finally gets the coin either with help or by himself, Morty can be found in the library. He's sitting at one of the tables, looking absolutely depressed as he kind of absentmindedly plays with his Caterpillar-kun, tugging the cord and moving it around a bit. He also has a certain long, red scarf just thrown over his shoulders haphazardly and a pair of scissors chilling on the table in front of him. Boy, he looks really down though. Maybe it's because of the sheer number of books around this TV loving kid or... probably something else.]
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Mataro and his friends drag a half-naked girl, half-dead of blood loss, back to the clinic, and her husband, miraculously, brings her back successfully despite the obvious distractions. she starts cooking enough food for an extra guest at dinner as her daughter regales her with stories about how brave Ryuuko is, how beautiful and noble and fierce.
she wakes up remembering the name of the girl she had, within seconds of meeting her, already decided to take in as one of her own. Ryuuko Matoi.
today, Sukuyo's first stop, before she even gets breakfast, is the mail room. she's sitting at the desk, clearly deep in thought, tapping a pen against her chin. there's a single word written on the paper in front of her: Ryuuko-chan!
later on, she'll be playing around in the sewing room. literally playing: she's fussing over ribbons and yarn, touching all the fabric, poking curiously at the sewing machine. she knows a little bit about sewing, enough to fix tears in clothing and darn socks, but she's never used a machine before! but, she's a quick study in these things. she's sure she'll figure it out soon enough.]
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cw: really questionable master-servant dynamics; lack of (general) consent, abuse of power?
[ the ichinomiya family love each other but they are broken people ][ `Awwww! Poor Haruka-chan, getting captured by an idiot master like him! What a waste! Just like me, you'll have to work until you're worn out! You'll become a wasted demon!`
`If you talk too much, I'm going to stick this charm on you!`
`Ah!`
`What are you going to do with me?`
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I want us to be good friends.`
`Haruka-chan, you better be careful with him! He always pulls your strings to make you do everything he wants you to! Though he doesn't look like it, he has a very bad attitude.`
`Don't badmouth other people, Youko-chan. I'm fighting for youkai justice, so it's not a bad thing to help me in return, no? So what's wrong with me making money from you? I have to make a living, you know!`
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A dream... about Kan-chan finally finding what he'd spent his whole life searching for?
After Friday and Saturday and... okay, basically the entirety of last week - it's enough to make her tear up. Just a little. In the privacy of her room. She's tired, what of it? Once she's got her demeanour under control, it's off to the Vending Machine now that the Conductor's finally broken into her room to leave her those strange coins too.
That's going fine enough, right up until she gets her third prize and suddenly her stupid hands can't stop shaking. ]
How dare he...
[ The Conductor and her are never going to have a remotely civil conversation in the name of answers at this rate.
But there's that new floor to explore, so eventually Youko pulls it together and continues onwards. First stop is The Library which... really isn't her forte, but it's new, so... She'll check out the nonfiction section, pay extra attention to any books talking about the supernatural, completely fail to realize science is missing, skim the rest of the shelves, and finally end her trip at the Little Golden Picture Books.
...........her time could be far better spent, she knows, but they're full of childish pictures and completely wrong for this horrid place. Don't mind her as she takes a perch on the couch and steadily begins going through them, absent-mindedly turning pages without really reading any of it.
Still, she spends more time in the library than she'd meant to
and there's enough going on in this tag so I'm saving fleshed out visits for other days' toplevels, so her stops at the Sewing Room and First Aid Room are - perhaps surprisingly - brief. ]Library
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MONDAY
PETITION FOR CHICKENS
please sign my petition for the conductor to give us pet chickens b/c lbr here chickens would improve everything
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ANNOUNCEMENT
Elise and I have discussed having a group meeting tomorrow to share information. If there is a time you would prefer, please note it below. While there is no way for us to enforce attendance, your absence will be noted and you will not get a say in any decisions the group chooses to make.
Consider signing the petition above as well.
- King Logan of Albion
[...because the idea of pet chickens still hasn't gotten old.]
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Today is different, it's a new day and not full of horrifying dreams- memories?- and Blue is back in the sewing room, where she'll be pretty much all day doing a combination of things. The first order of business is to make a pair of white gloves, and she's surprisingly quick at hand sewing them together. It's nothing new to her, and it doesn't take much time at all.
Once that's taken care of and she has her own gloves again, she takes stock of all the fabric and tries to figure out how these machines work; they're a little old fashioned, but at the same time, she's used to working by hand, and she has nothing else to do but sit here and make things, so that's what she's going to do. The prospect of more clothing is just too good to pass up.
Naturally, she's working with the most obnoxious fabrics she can possibly find, because someone got the best outfit she's ever seen out of the machine and there's no way she's not trying to one up that fashion disaster.
But hey, she's smiling, her body language is relaxed, and Ditty is on her head instead of her chest. That has to count for something, right?]
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LIBRARY - hello friend mods are here
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TUESDAY
INCENTIVE.
If you would all meet in the foyer for a brief while - I have something to discuss with the lot of you.
[Of course, whether you're in the foyer or not when the announcement goes off is a little irrelevant, as you'll hear hear it regardless given how the intercom works, but perhaps it's the sentiment that counts.]
You did well this past weekend in ensuring that the right thing was done, and you've banded together again admirably after the fact. Perhaps such a thing calls for a reward; should any of you manage to successfully terminate the exercise in accordance with Rule Seven, I'm willing to give you a second chance at life - quite literally.
What I'm offering is an opportunity to survive something that may otherwise kill you, regardless of how inevitable your death may seem upon returning home, I can guarantee your survival through the entirety of it - at no cost to you, permanent or temporary. Several of you are going to be returning to life-threatening situations even if you live through the exercise - wouldn't it be good to have insurance like what I'm offering you?
Even if your life back home is peaceful and you're under no threat, the gift I'm willing to give you will still work, regardless of when you need to use it; it's a failsafe of sorts, something that will ensure that nothing cuts your life short after everything you've done to survive here.
Consider yourselves fortunate; this isn't an offer that most people have extended to them. However, only those that take initiative have any right to claim it.
Whatever your decision may be, you can return to your daily activities for the time being; there's nothing more that you're required for today.
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WEDNESDAY
ITS SURVEY TIME AGAIN, FOLKS sort of
So I was thinking about the leader thing from last week, and I think if anyone should be our leader here, it should be King Logan!
He got us to have a meeting yesterday and he's lead millions of people before, so why not have him lead us here? I mean, I feel better with someone to follow especially during something stressful like this... so who's with me?
Let's elect King Logan as our leader!
-Morty
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THURSDAY
GIFTS
Logan will find a bright red bicycle parked outside his door this morning.
And yes, Tabby, the nails have restocked.]
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