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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 9:18 pm
Sabin had been watching the cameras, the fainted woman (whom Moreau had already checked over - it said in her notes- and declared her physically healthy) - had joined with his favorite person. With the flash of the incoming message light, Sabin had taken it upon himself to pick up the connection with no small measure of sadistic glee.
An irritatingly cheery voice, with a distinctive French purr to it, sounded over the speaker. "Sabin Duvert's House of Burgers, Sabin speaking. Can I take your order?" He couldn't resist. After all, back in college, that's what they teased him about the use of a liberal arts degree.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 9:24 pm
Oh good Lord how did I KNOW he'd answer Joli thought to herself and took a further step away from the intercom moving closer to Emerwyn trying to distract herself by taking over with the cloth and cool water. She tried just about as desperately to block out his voice so she would NOT get angry again, she doubted Ian would want her to take her anger out on anything in his duplex.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 9:55 pm
Ian blinked confused for a moment before he realized what this Duvert guy meant. "No burgers," he said cooly not feeling particulary amused by that. "Emerwyn needs help, I was reluctant to call but was left with no choice." Ian was vaguely aware of Joliette tending to Emerwyn in the background and exhaled slowly. "She is unconscious, is it within thy means to assist her?" He would bring up the doorknob later.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 10:06 pm
Sabin tapped on of his long nails on the desk before him, considering. Moreau said nothing was wrong with her... that whatever she was suffering was psychosomatic. But then, that was before her last transformation. Could there have been a side effect with the woman?
He huffed indignantly. If they lost a subject due to a poor judgment call on his part, then there could be repercussions. Moreau was busy, but at the very least he could have one of hte medical staff take a look at her.
"Yess..." Sabin drew out hesitantly. "I can have someone give her a look over." Sabin smiled, regardless of whether her condition was still in her mind or not, Sabin could at least instill a bit of fear in the small group. "Side effects have been rare in the test subjects since the forumulas have been deemed okay for human testing by the good doctor... but you never can be completely sure, non? Besides... I did wonder why the Doctor chose two cervids. What better reason than to have a test and a control?"
Sabin grinned, leaning back in the chair and threading his fingers as he watched their reactions on the camera.
"Can you bring her closer to the gates, Ian? I will have someone take her into the facility for tests and observation."
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 10:11 pm
Joliete stiffened hearing hte man talk like there was nothing out of hte ordinary going on on the island. Gawd damned arrogant cocky git she thught to herself her eyes looking towards the intercom and Ian wondering how Ian would take the 'good' doctor's words... She'd be damned though if she'd go anywhere near the labs
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 10:24 pm
Ian paled quite a bit underneath the hair on his face. "S-side effects?" He stammered feeling slightly ill. And the other thing this doctor had said laid heavily on his mind - a test and a control. That would mean that he was the control and Emerwyn was the test.
Ian's mouth felt dry and he tried to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth before continuing. "I thank thee, maybe." He paused remembering when he had left her at the lab gates the last time. "Can thou be entrusted with her care? I refuse to take her to where she can be in more danger than she is here." His heart was beating rapidly, surely there was a doctor he could trust to take care of Emerwyn. He took a few deep breaths to calm down, but his eyes narrowed. "I don't want anything to hurt Emerwyn like last time she was there."
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 10:00 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 5:21 pm
Joliette looked through her pile of envelopes she went through them as carefully as possible having already poked holes in the corners of many of them by accident with her new claws.
She found the one she was looking for and slid it under the door of her friend.
Note Enclosed with Merry Christmas Ian I couldn't think of anything else to give my friends so I holed up in the darkroom for a few hours pouring through my Photographic work and thought you might like this one... ~Joliette
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 11:02 pm
When you awaken, you smell something odd, like a paint or something of some kind. When you go to your mirror in your restroom, you find that your nose has been painted with a material that seems to shine and almost glow when reflecting any kind of light. You also see, on your bathroom counter what appears to be a collar with jingle bells on it. As well as, in a packaged clothing box a set of medival style foresty clothing. Almost like a fantasy ranger would wear, and some chainmail. When you walk outside your door, sitting right in front of it, is a full sized Santa Styled sleigh that appears to be missing reigns. It has a note saying; "To Ian. Happy Holidays" p.s. This paint cannot be removed without a special solvent that Moreau has.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 3:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 3:46 pm
Ian got back to his duplex and ten minutes later managed to open the door, making sure to remember exactly how he did it. He sighed, tired and without removing his clothes collapsed onto the bed. Tomorrow was Christmas, his tired mind remembered faintly, tomorrow James would be opening presents with their parents and they would all probably be sad at Ian's absence.
Rolling over he closed his mind from those thoughts and fell into a restless, dreamless sleep.
On the morrow Ian awoke to a strange scent in the air. After a few moments he was able to recognize the smell as paint, and the he desperately had to take care of some business. He dashed to the bathroom and relieved himself before looking in the mirror - and nearly lost his footing. Why in all the hells was his nose red! He turned on the sink and splashed water onto his nose, all to no avail. His nose seemed to be red, and there was no changing that, but would it at least have stopped glowing, that was just a bit creepy. Sighing Ian looked at his counter having noticed some sorts of gifts there.
He first picked up a collar and snarled. The nerve, that a** Moreau was probably behind everything! He tossed the colla out the door and onto his bed and moved to the box opening it slowly in the case that it contained some other diabolical item - and gave a small start of pleasurable surprise. He lifted out the first item carefully. Inside the box was a set of medieval clothing. He smiled, and lifted out the rest of the clothing to see a silvery object lying on the bottom. He lifted it out as well and his mouth opened in surprise. Chain mail, that was the coolest gift he had ever received in his life. Knowing that Moreau and the other labtechs were the only ones that could've gotten into his locked duplex he had to assume that for all his cruelty, Moreau did have a heart - and a sense of humor. I mean, Ian reasoned, what could be a better joke than giving a deer-man some hiliday deer-accessories. He laughed feeling much better about the whole thing.
Ian left the bathroom and noticed something by his door. Looking at it he saw that it was an envelope. He went to his bedside table and removed from it the small eating knifethat he hadn't used in a long time. Using that as a letter opener he read the note and removed a beautiful photograph from inside. Giving a sad smile he wished that he had some things to give his friends but regretfully had nothing, but he would treasure this photograph. He set it carefully on the nightstand and putting his knife away went to go to the cafeteria for food.
He was able to open his door a bit easier than the night before and as he exitted his duplex he noticed a santa sleigh and the note wishing him a happy holidays. He broke, he started laughing and sitting on the grass outside his door kept laughing for a long time.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 8:34 pm
That night, at 3am on the dot, there is a LOUD sound of an explosion, originating from the sky above the Island. Looking out, or anyoune outside would look up to see a brief fireball in the sky. Following that, any power that is on begins to flicker, going through a few brownouts before finally shutting down altogether. If you happen to be awake at that point - you would notice all the lights around you, any electronic equipment that wasn't battery operated flicker and die. However, within a few seconds of the final powersurge and failure, you find yourself being pulled into a forced unconsciousness.
When you wake up, it is midafternoon the following day, though it would vary within a few hours depending on the individual. You are NOT in your duplex. You wake up to find your holding someone else. When you look at the face you notice you are holding Emerwyn, deep in the jungle.
All of the buildings on the island are in 'shutdown' mode. This means that everything is locked tight. If you attempt to force your way into any of the buildings, your own duplex and the Town Hall included, then you will find that from the outside at the very least, they are impenetrable. If any window was broken - it is now fixed. All of the lights are off - in every building. Even the electric fence surrounding the main laboratory is turned off - though still closed. Attempts to break into the main complex will be met with equal lack of luck as breaking into a duplex or the town hall.
The only items you have on you are the items that you would have been wearing when you were asleep/fell unconscious: including clothing and perhaps a few battery-powered electronics IF You would have been wearing them. That's it. Everything else is where you left it - if it was in your duplex, it still is and you can't get to it.
There is no sign of what happened to the staff. The labs are quiet from the outside.
Welcome to the Wild.
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 8:52 pm
As an extra note, any Christmas stuff you had on you or anything else is gone.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 8:40 pm
Despite being comfortable around Joliette, Chana was still not comfortable with what had happened to her. So much so that she hadn't left her duplex until the last Hannukah candles had been lit and had died out. Her hannukeah was now lying in the bathroom sink, having been divested of wax.
And Chana was walking around, enjoying the morning, when she noticed the sleigh. It was rather hard to miss, and she had to wonder how long it had been there.
She simply had to stop and stare at the thing.
Ian sat outside his duplex door as he had been since he had discovered the sleigh on Christmas morning. He grinned and giggled as had become common for him. But this day was not common, he smelled someone approaching and looked around the side of the sleigh. He didn't recognize this girl, and yet she had started her changes already. Perhaps Ian spent too much time in his duplex. "'Ello!" he called and giggled again wondering if he should stand up.
Chana started, and did a double-take. Oh boy...this was...interesting. The antlers weren't half as weird as the red nose though.
"Um...hello," she replied, cautiously. Was he drunk? She didn't smell alcohol...
Ian blinked and decided to stand up to go see the new girl. Standing he meandered over and gave a small bow. "I am known as Ian, may I have the pleasure of thy name?" He reached out a hand for her to shake. "Hast thou been on this island long?" He was no longer laughing or giggling but there was obvious mirth in his eyes.
Eyebrows raised in unanswerable questions, Chana tenatively shook his hand. Fur on...whatever felt weird, and she quickly snatched her hand back. Did he come straight from RenFaire? she wondered. If so, he must've played a fool.
"I'm Chana," she responded. "And I've been here over a month and a half."
Ian noticed how quickly she pulled her hand back, that information cutting through the haze in his head. "Pure chance that we have not had the opportunity to meet before this moment Chana my dear lady. I have not been feeling at my best of late and for that reason I have not been out much." He smiled gaily and ignored an itch on his arm. "Wouldst thou like to try some grass? It is quite delicious."
"Um...no thank you. I...ah...don't eat grass." And I hopefully won't want to in the future, she added to herself. It was actually rather creepy, she decided, the way he spoke and how nonchalant he seemed about everything.
Add to that the fact that she was still off-balance due to certain furry circumstances, and you had one nervous girl.
Ian nodded and tore up a handful of grass for himself. She seemed almost nervous around him, but then again, she probably didn't have much chance to see a guy with antlers."Please excuse me for eating in front of you, I seem to get hungry quite often, then I regurgitate and have to rechew cuds." He had absolutely no clue of what spurred him to mention the cuds, but at least Chana was forewarned about it as he took a bite of the grass, chewing and swallowing. Somehow the fact that she was nervous around was not bothering him as it normally would have.
He chews the cud, she repeated to herself as she took a shaky and involuntary step back. "Should I ask if your hooves are cloven?" she asked, a note of hysteria creeping into her voice. This was so...unnatural...and here she was, basically asking if he was kosher. Not that she was going to eat him...the thought was revolting.
But what else was she going to ask this nut?
Great, he was making her more nervous. That was not his intention. "They are actually," he said in response to her question about the cloven hoofs. "He looked her in the eye, "please, why do I scare thee?" He really didn't know, locked in his own mind as he was.
"You're not kosher!" she blurted out, then hastily covered her mouth with her hands. Her furry, clawed hands. Spitting out fur, she dropped her hands just as fast. "Sorry," she murmured.
Then she realized he'd asked her a question. A reasonable one too. She gnawed on her lip for a few long moments, choosing an answer. "Why wouldn't you," she finally answered. "I mean, you're half deer, and you talk like it's the Dark Ages or something. And you're chewing your cud right in front of me! And that's just gross," she added.
Ian blinked not kosher? The only kosher he was familiar with were Kosher Dill Pickles, and of course he wasn't a pickle. Unless she meant some other meaning of kosher. "Kosher? As in kosher pickles?" JUst as he said it, Ian realized how stupid he must sound and shut his mouth to try and let her other words sink in. Half-deer, that he understood, dark ages, when was the dark ages again? "Damn Moreau," he said with a smile. "This is all his fault." Not that Ian seemed to care at this moment. "Why if not for him I-" at this point Ian started to laugh out loud and he couldn't stop laughing long enough to finish his sentence.
Well...that went well. Chana decided she wasn't going to explain the laws of kashrut today. "Yeah...kinda like kosher pickles," she said instead. Which...sounded yummy. She really did like those...and who was Moreau? Oh...wait...he was the guy who should never have been director of the camp that was nonexistent...
She really didn't know who he was. And now Ian was laughing at her. She frowned at the deerman. "Y'know...I could grow to dislike you. Girls don't like to be laughed at, didn't anyone ever tell you that?"
Of course, her seeming anger was covering the fact that she wanted away from this crazy nut.
"I---am---not---laughing at---you" Ian managed to gasp between laughing,but he was unable to give an explanation as to what exactly he was laughing at. The itch in his arm that he had previously been ignoring now came back more insistant than ever. Still laughing he staggered towards the building and used a corner to scratch at his arm. Soon tears started pouring down his cheeks as he continued to laugh. "So---sorry." He doubled over onto the ground and didn't stop with his inexplicable laughter.
"So now I'm standing around with a lunatic deer whose laughing at something, but is laughing too hard to tell me, except that it's not me. How about you tell me what you're laughing at someother time. 'kay, Sir Deerboy?"
Feel rather annoyed and offbalanced by the crazy deer, Chana stomped back to her duplex.
If she was just mad at him...why was the fur on the back of her neck only now lying down?
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 8:56 pm
Emerwyn Emerwyn woke up with a start. Something heavy was draped over her body. She reached up to touch it. It had short, coarse hair... It was warm... Something made her feel so good, to have it wrapped around her. She looked over her shoulder. Something was breathing softly on the back of her neck. It was a face. A face with the same short, brown hair. The smell; the overwhelming beautiful smell... Wait... something else wasn't right. It also made her more comfortable, but it was yet foreign. She was on a different sort of bed- a forest bed. What happened? Why was she here? The explosion - the blackout. Who put her here?! Emerwyn pondered whether or not to wake Ian up, or wait. Coming to a sudden desicion, she curled up tighter in his arms, taking in his sweet scent, trying to forget the immense confusion that now overwhelmed her. Ian Campbell Ian awoke after the most restful sleep he had gotten in weeks. Yawning he noticed a sweet smell from next to him he felt someone beside him. Opening his eyes since he couldn't identify the smell readily he saw Emerwyn. His eyes widened as he realized just what he was wearing lying in the jungle with her - absolutely nothing! Then a lazy smile crossed his face and he giggled even though there was nothing funny. He moved his arms so that they became a pillow and he giggled again. He was somewhere in the forest, with the woman he loved, completely naked and he didn't care. Emerwyn When Emerwyn heard Ian giggle, her face flushed, and her eyes widened. She broke away, shifting her entire body around to face him. This only made matters worse, of course, when she saw how the man was clad. Her body cringed, when she realized how she was clad. She thanked God that she'd worn her coat that night. She used it to cover herself, and forced herself to look away. She wasn't supposed to think that way; not about anyone, but... She sat there, on her knees, her head bowed down into her shoulder, her arms holding her coat shut tight. Who did this?Ian Campbell Ian felt Emerwyn move away from him and sighed "'Ello m'dear." He still didn't seem to realize that there was something wrong with hte scenario right then. He didn't even glance towards Emerwyn. But then something started to shine through the thick fog in his head. He was naked...in front of a woman! He sat bolt upright and flushed, unable to remove the smile from his face. Moving his hands he covered certain a certain areaand looked down at his hands embarassed. Emerwyn Emerwyn was petrified. And Ian was smiling! "What - We - I - Did we... do anything???" She was knocked unconcious. The horrifying possiblities were endless. Ian Campbell "Unh?" Ian suddenly realized what she meant and the smile left his face. "I was sleeping...I know I was." He still kept himself covered and frowned. "Are there any really big leaves around here, we ought to head back to the duplexes and I don't really want to scare anyone seriously." Emerwyn Emerwyn swiftly complied with Ian's request, searching frantically through the familiar bushes for one in particular. "Here we go..." She plucked several leaves, handed them to him, with her eyes shielded. "Were you... awake last night? Did you see the explosion? The power went out, too." Ian Campbell Ian gratefully accepted the leaves. As he tried to construct a diaper or a loin cloth of sorts he pondered Emerwyn's question. "I was asleep. An explosion really? That would have been cool to see." Ian was exited, but sorry that he missed the explosion, explosions were really cool. "Aha!" He had managed to construct something out of the leaves that would at least cover his front and part if not most of his butt. "I don't know where we are though." Emerwyn Emerwyn smelled around. "I don't know where we are, either. I'm not sure many people have come this deep into the jungle before." "So, you weren't knocked unconcious? The explosion woke me up, I only saw the end of it... I wonder what it was. And, I wonder what's become of Moreau... Perhaps there was an accident." Ian Campbell Ian nodded slowly. His senses were returning to him in Emerwyn's presence. "Maybe someone came to close to the island and he has a defense system...Mayhaps we just choose a direction, anyway will lead somewhere." Lauren Granger Lauren was standing over the large hole watching Timothy struggle his way up to the surface. Surrounding them was jungle. Lauren sneered at Timothy asking why they were down there. "I don't know, for all I do know it was one of your sick ******** perverted skunk wet dreams." She looked him up and down, "But then again. . .probably not. Moreau wouldn't of done this." She knew he woulnd't do this to her, was too harsh. He was her father after all... right? Emerwyn "Well, the village is north of here. We just need to find north." Her eyes searched the tree-covered sky. "I think one of us may need to climb. Unless you have intuit directional skills, we're going to need to see the sun." Timothy Matthews Timothy followed quietly behind Lauren, too afraid to know what else to say. He saw Ian and Emerwyn in the distance. He stayed back and let Lauren approach them, he was uncomfortable enough as is and one of them was naked. But, kind of hot he had to admit as he looked over Ian. ((Need to drop out for a little bit, I'm just gonna stand or follow quietly at a distance so I can jump back in.)) Ian Campbell Just great, now he had an audience. Quickly putting on his leaves he blushed and looked at the ground. "My apologies for that display." Ian's voice was quiet, but hearable. In the duo that joined them he recognized Lauren - the one that had driven on the way to the laboratories. Ian turned to Emerwyn, "Sorry m'dear, I fear that I am unable to climb. Perhaps miss Lauren can, she appears to have claws." Emerwyn Emerwyn looked at the newcomers, not so embarassed. Everyone was in some form of night wear. She smiled at Timothy, with a slightly anxious one for Lauren. She didn't have a fond memory of her. "Unless either of you know which way the village is- where did you two come from?" Lauren Granger Lauren looked Ian up and down, hmm he didn't look as bad as she thought. Too bad the leaves were obscuring her view. A slight smile crossed her lips but then she saw Emerwyn slightly smiling as if she didn't want to towards Lauren. Lauren simply beamed at her. "Hell, I could climb trees before these claws!" Lauren exclaimed proudly. She looked around this area. "But ********, this would have to be the part of the jungle I havn't explored yet." Lauren shook her head, "Nope, no clue what so ever." She pointed to the big hole as to Emerwyn's last question. "That god damn over sized snake hole. It's a huge tunnel, kind of neat but kind of spooky that some moron trapped us in here. Wait until Moreau finds out, he will have them." Lauren was very convinced that Moreau was NOT behind all of this. Emerwyn ((Continued from Lauren on last page))Emerwyn felt her blood boil ever so slightly as Lauren looked Ian over. And that huge, arrogant smile made it even worse. But why? She heard her asking herself. I have no reason to be jealous. Ian and I are not... Ian and I...Instantly, all of those memories, from the kiss, to her passing out... Her illness, everything, smacked her in the face, almost physically. She drew back as though recovering from a harsh blow. She turned wildly towards Ian, a look of pure fear on her face. How could she have felt comfortable, cuddled up with the man who made her sick? The man who could kill her? "I-" Emerwyn turned and darted away, in whatever direction she deemed would take her the furthest from the object of her torment. Perhaps she'd be lucky; perhaps she'd find north, or someone who could help her get back to the village. Her book - her book was in her room. It was her only chance to recollect herself. So, Emerwyn ran, and ran as fast as she could, without looking back. Ian Campbell Ian barely had time to react as Emerwyn went galavanting off into the forest. Grinning, the haze returned to could Ian's sense and we turned and went running after Emerwyn. In the space of a few strides Ian forgot about Lauren and Timothy entirely. "Emerwyn!" he called with a small chuckle closing the distance between them. "Please do not run from me." Julian Vorpalle Julian staggered awkwardly through the jungle, green eyes misted over and expression strange and calm. Occasionally, a hand would brush up to his chest, as if feeling for his pocketwatch - but it wasn't there.Good. Keep looking. Someone might need our help...to get out of the Tulgey Wood."Tulgey Wood...." Julian mumbled this in a faint tone, not paying much mind to where he was going. Emerwyn Emerwyn's legs moved in grand strides, her animal traits starting to show through. However, she had not adopted animal-like stamina; she still had the running power of a bookshop keeper, and she hadn't eaten anything that day. While her feet slowed, Emerwyn noticed something else moving, in her direction. She only vaguely wondered what it could be, though, and continued, trying hard to keep pace. The only thought going through her head was escaping her illness. Her chest burned, and she panted heavily. Ian Campbell Ian was catching up to Emerwynfrom behind but he also smelled someone coming his way on the wind. As Emerwyn started to slow,so did he. "Emerwyn," his voice was softer now. "Emerwyn, pray tell me what hast thou bothered." He reached a hand towards her still running as was she. Julian Vorpalle About then, Julian turned a corner....
And had the running figure of Emerwyn plow directly into him.
He fell over awkwardly, rolling backwards and landing against a log. In this position, it was all too easy to see - something had gone horribly wrong since she had seen him last.
For starters, he was unreasonably thin. As he drew breath, his ribcage stood out just under his skin - his arms looked bony and slim. Sickly.
Adding to the horror, all his exposed skin was battered and cut - claw marks running across his face, arms, wrists, and chest, bruises dark on his pale skin. He had been beaten - and badly. By whom...the claw marks might be a hint.
And he was missing his pocketwatch.
He stared dimly at Emerwyn, the serene smile never leaving his face.
"...I'm sorry...." Ian Campbell Ian spied the collision between the two and barely recognized Julian. Sighing he looked at his leaf-clad state and stalked off into the woods. Perhaps it woul be best that he not appear before Julian in this state.
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