Day 1 - Morning

Morning: 06:00am - 12:00noon

[ IRL Timeframe: February 18th - February 25th, 2019 ]

The day begins quietly, with no indications that anything strange could occur today. The Princess and the Knights have all arrived on the island. Maybe you arrived a few days ago or maybe you just got off your red-eye flight before the sun came up. Everyone's on Harsen Island and so is the Wizard.

Things start simpler for Luka Eutychia, Olivia Walkyr, and Rory Honeycomb. The instant they set foot on the island, Olivia and Rory will both get an image of Luka in their heads and realize that they are the good-allured knights and he's the Princess. Luka, meanwhile, will see both Olivia and Rory in his thoughts and realize they're the good allured knights.

The Weather

Sunny.

72°F / 22°C

Slightly breezy, makes the trees wave.

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6:00am: It's the early morning celebration van! In all three towns, someone's driving around a vehicle playing blaring music and shouting "Let's go Knights! Let's go Princess! Beat that Wizard!". Seems like someone wants the heroes to succeed, hopefully your characters weren't sleeping. If you confront them, maybe they'll have something to say?

8:00am: Far Haven: All Knights and the Princess are invited to a big breakfast banquet. Come one, come all! Maybe meet some of the locals? Maybe chat with your fellow heroes? All knights are given lanyards, but the princess gets a lanyard and a crown if he's here, and they're all seated at the big hero table.

9:30am: Bamborough: All Knights and the Princess are invited to an oceanside brunch! Wether they live in Bamborough or they live elsewhere and visited here, they're welcome to eat the brunch and participate in waterfront games. Thank the resort owner for this welcome! Or chat it up with your fellow heroes by the water. By now everyone should be full.

11:00am: Craydon: Craydon's welcome is much more modest, the locals have invited the Princess and his knights to the local Multipurpose Center. They've set out a spread of light appetizers, chips and dips, vegetables and spreads, fresh breads and cheeses, modest drinks. It's the least extravagant of the welcomes but the locals are still here to meet and greet everyone. With a smile and a handshake they wish everyone the best of luck. How are you and your fellow heroes holding up with all this attention? Did you skip all these events? Attend all of them?

11:30am: The Wizard (Year 40 She/Her/Hers) strides in to the Craydon Multipurpose Center with her hands in her pockets and casually looks around the room with a gentle smile on her face and huge bags under her eyes. Her eyes are black with cyan sparkles in them, looking very much like outer space itself as she scans the room and everyone in it. Good luck for anyone here, they get first dibs on seeing the Wizard. She'll be shuffling around the multipurpose center in her light blue pajamas and bunny slippers, occasionally adjusting her tiny glasses as she looks around. At least she's got her wizard hat on so no one could miss what she looks like this year. It's a shocking difference from the big muscled dude (Year 39 He/Him/His) she was last year or the slick suit-wearing smooth talker (Year 38 They/Them/Theirs) they were the year before but it's still absolutely the same wizard.

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Well that's.

Not.

Really the reaction he expected at all. He's used to people being generally rude and thoughtless at him, but he's also used to incredible defensiveness when they realize they've done something wrong. Instead this giant man turns into the tiniest, whiniest puppy in a single breath. All the disdain on his face just evaporates, his eyes widening as he watches this dude trip over himself to apologize.

Someday, he'll remember this moment and appreciate Garrot trying to whisper and not draw attention to them. For now though, he's still in his own head, skin prickling in leftover aggression as he deals with this absolute whiplash.

"O-okay. Okay." There's definitely this guarded distrust in his eyes, but he seems willing to put up with Garrot a little longer at least. "I... Fine, yeah, just stop doing that with your voice. What do you wanna know?"

"Hm." Garrot did not think that far ahead, honestly! Such a realization hits him like a ton of bricks, and he just pauses, the gears of his mind spinning on overdrive. At least he goes from hanging his head in shame to looking up at the ceiling. He lets out a muted little "Oh!" before he looks Gyre right in the eyes. With an eager little smile, no less!

"Why don't wild elves interact with modern civilization? Is it a religious sorta thing?" But then a look of concern creeps into his eyes, because he's got bigger questions. "Wait, are you adjusting okay to everything out here? Is- is all this a lot for you? Do you have anything you wanna know?" But the concern is through-and-through earnest, Garrot has shifted from shame-rambling to the closest thing he can get to customer service, which is also kind of rambling, just with a sheepish little smile.

He's not an anthropologist, Garrot. He can't help but sigh deeply, his eyes sliiiding off to the side. He doesn't know why wild elves are like this, and he doesn't want to argue about the philosophy of anarchism with anyone. He's done that too much already in his life.

"I can't speak for every wild elf," which'd be rule number one of his entire culture. Everyone's an individual. "It's not religious for me though, no. Also," sigh, "My civilization is modern civilization. I live different from you, not worse."

He about to continue on this sort of flat description of his culture from his perspective, but yet again, his exasperation is flipped back around on him. Garrot really is concerned? Or, he really sounds concerned anyway. He ends up leaning away from him slightly as he sees the concern, raising a hand as if to push him back. He doesn't know what to do with this weird emotional whiplash!! Is Garrot going to be insensitive or empathetic? He doesn't know!!!

"Uh, I... I'm fine. Not much has changed since the last time I was here." This is a lie. Lots has changed, but not the things he cares about. It's still capitalism, man.

"Last time you were here? Like, on this island, or in a town?" He strokes his beard a bit, kept at bay by that hand. Otherwise he might just keep leaning, like a forward trust-fall. Gyre would probably not catch him though, because Garrot is a very large man. And they don't really know each other.

"And, wait- how's wild elf civilization different?" His eyes light up a bit with interest, because honestly, there could be some cool medical practices there that he doesn't know about. Niche fixes that they favor instead of magitek convenience, stuff like that. Or maybe it's about those tattoos. They're cool. Or maybe they have some cool hacks for their food, that'd be fantastic.

He just has to. Try his hardest. Not to have any more social missteps. Fingers crossed!

"In a town, yeah. It's been a few years but," he gestures around at this big, useless building, "it's all the same."

Garrot's interest would be charming if they'd not hit it off quite as poorly as they did. There is a light of genuine interest on his face that Gyre is normally drawn to, but these circumstances with this man just have him entirely off-kilter. He doesn't know what to do with himself except to leave, but then he'd be back to dodging everyone else. What a mess.

"Ah, it's... fundamental." Not some difference of technology or food culture that he can just explain. He shrugs, running a hand through his hair, mussing it slightly so it stands up a little now that it's dryer. "I have never been compelled into service by another wild elf. Here? Eh, everyone is demanding something from everyone else."

Garrot just keeps stroking his beard. Look, he's a man of science, not anthropology. Really, neither is equipped to have this conversation, but that's just where their ragerts have taken them. He squints at the word fundamental, because he knows what that word means, but he's not sure what it means here.

"They're demanding? Huh, I dunno." He raises one eyebrow, then lowers it and raises the other. See, nobody demands that Garrot does anything except for his mother and that's totally different. But he demands a lot of things from other people, but that's because he's people's boss and teacher and dad and more recently blackmailer-doctor. He pushes up the bridge of his glasses with one clawed finger, and then furrows his brow.

"I don't get it, I don't think we demand things. I'm a doctor, and so I provide medical treatment. And if someone's being rude and demanding, I tell them to calm down. Then they do." Does he realize that he's a terrifying brick of a man who might be accidentally intimidating people into slowing their rolls? Yeah, for the most part, but still. "Unless you have, like, an example?"

And then he looks at Gyre expectantly, because come on pal, throw him a bone, Garrot is a little lost here.

That expectancy is half of what he's talking about, and he breaks eye contact almost immediately. His gaze drifts to the side, out into the crowd of people, and he takes a few beats to think. How is he going to explain this? His mother was always better at putting this stuff into words then him. Fuck.

"That's... that's not what I mean by demanding. Obviously, you aren't so aggressive all the time, but..." He licks his lips, pausing again to find his words. He should've read more books, or actually listened to those travelling philosophers instead of fucking around with his boyfriend.

"It's like," he gestures out to everyone, his gaze hanging on a few people obviously in conversation, "there's this web between all of you. You're knitted together." He brings his hands together, his fingers intertwining as he finally looks up to Garrot again. He'll stumble his way through this somehow.

"So when, say, you... ask me to explain my entire world to you, I'm forced to answer." He holds a finger up to preemptively halt any protest Garrot might have to this, continuing quickly, "What are my choices? I could call you a nosy fuck for demanding a complete primer on wild elves the very first time we've met. An explanation you'd get a better answer to on your-your phone, truthfully. But now I've made myself a villain. The crazy wild elf who pushes a perfectly friendly doctor away. Now, maybe I'm aligned with the wizard, and I'll sabotage us all, right?"

His shushing finger becomes two as he continues, "I could just walk away, but you and I both know everyone is just waiting to pin us both down and demand, what, small talk and a handshake? You're the only shield I have from that for now. I could, I suppose, tell you I refuse to answer, but again, now there's distance between my ally and I. You could very well tell the other knights, or-- or the princess, that I'm uncooperative, anti-social, and suddenly I'm acting alone in danger with no support.

"Or! Or I could just answer your question. It's not much of a choice, really. That explanation, hh, work?" He wheezes, and his hand moves to his throat instead, rubbing at it, releasing Garrot to do with that bone what he will. That was too much talking for him. He can only hope he made his point.

Garrot just watches and nods as an explanation starts. It's weird doing the listening instead of the talking for once, but he didn't really mind. Giving lectures is tiring! He's able to follow the concept of a web of people pretty easily, at least until- Forced?!

His ears perk up and his eyes widen; Garrot's ready to shoot back, say he's not forcing anything- Oh, hey look, a finger. The doctor recognizes and respects this gesture, even when his face flushes with embarrassment and he looks downright wounded being called a nosy fuck.

As Gyre implements a +4 Double-Finger of Shush, Garrot is rapt with awe. Is the wild elf also a high-level parent??? This explanation makes sense and has applications within his real-world life, whether it's how he treats assassins or how the world treats a huge, scary half-bugbear. It's why Garrot's father wanted to become a doctor in the first place so yeah, he gets it.

But he can't say that, because Gyre just starts wheezing and rubbing at his throat. The emotional roulette wheel takes a hard powerslide into concern, and the doctor has snapped into, well, Doctor Mode.

"Is... is that normal for you? The wheezing?" If not, it could be exposure to more urban substances like exhaust or paint fumes. If it is, well, "I can do a quick exam, if you want?" But no sooner have the words left his mouth does Garrot raise a finger of his own! "But no pressure. I could just get you some herbal tea, like you mentioned, and we can go find somewhere for you to take a break from all this... if you want." Not only has Garrot been actively attentive this entire time, but he also knows Gyre is gonna feel boxed in no matter what, so now there's options. And the finger goes down.

This freakin guy. He doesn't expect him to take it so well, especially when he looks so obviously shamed so early on. Instead of picking a fight though, he changes the subject. And offers a choice? Maybe his explanation was good enough if he got Garrot to consider his words like that. Certainly, he does still feel trapped by this place, but the idea of options is nice enough for now.

He waves a hand, dismissing his concern almost the moment he offers it, clearing his throat roughly. "It's nothing new. Just an, hhm-- an old injury acting up. I'm not used to talking so much. Uh, wouldn't mind that tea though, yeah." Since Garrot's offering.

"Ah shit, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have-" Garrot catches himself immediately, knowing full well that he couldn't really blame himself for not knowing something about someone he only just met. But he does feel bad for being so pushy with his questions.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." He is very much speaking with his hands at this point, before his eyes begin to dart back and forth between the drink station and Gyre's throat. "If anyone tries to talk to you, just cough, point to the ceiling, and say asbestos."

And then he hustles off into the tides of bystanders. He's incredibly tall, so at least it's not easy to lose him.

It's a minute or two and Garrot can be seen making his way back to where he and Gyre were chatting. Not only is he delicately carrying a saucer with a steaming teacup like he's done this before, but under his other arm is a thermos. He stops on a dime, and extends the saucer to his new friend.

"Here you go! Sorry about the wait. I wasn't sure what kind of tea you wanted so I combined the elderberry and the honey lemon. And-" he nudges something into view on the saucer and there's a vial of some semi-transparent blue liquid. "This should reduce inflammation. And this," he gestures to the thermos, "is more tea, so you can get through whatever else you have to talk about today."

Garrot will hold onto the thermos for now, at least so he doesn't overwhelm Gyre. "I don't want to see you lose your voice when there'll be monsters running around." And then he just smiles, as if this is all completely normal stuff for him to do for someone he only just met.

What a weird man. He's nice? Gyre thinks he's nice anyway. He seems to mean well, but Gyre's not going to lie to anyone about a health hazard just to keep people away. He does tap his throat and shake his head when one antsy person approaches him, and they seem to understand. Enough to leave him alone, at least, and that's all he really wants. If there end up being rumors about two mute knights instead of one, well, that's just not really his problem.

He waits after that, keeping Garrot's enormous frame in the corner of his eye, and when he feels like he's slightly more alone then before, he turns his back on the crowd. His fingers go to his neck and he rubs slowly along his spine, sighing softly. He hates this, but he has to do it, and all at once, he jerks his head. Right. Left. It might look like he's cracking his neck from a distance, but as he pushes his fingers hard against the collar around his throat, he's actually realigning the seal between his head and his body. He's going to need a tighter collar if a little monologue messes his throat up so bad.

By the time Garrot returns, he's turned back to the crowd, shaking his shoulders out as he gets used to how his head feels again. When he speaks, his voice is actually notably clearer. He still rasps, of course, but his tone is stronger and more steady by far.

"Thank you," he says quickly, taking the teacup and bringing it almost immediately to his nose. He lets the steam warm his normally cool cheeks, taking in the smell of it. He can almost taste the honey just from the scent and he licks his lips quickly. He wants to taste this shit, but first his attention is pulled to the vial.

"Oh, hha--" A grin spreads across his face and he shakes his head just slightly. "No, it's not that kind of thing." It's not inflammation, he means, but he won't elaborate, bring the cup to his mouth.

He offers a quick smile over the rim first, murmuring, "Thank you though. No caffeine, right?" Hopefully, because he's taking this sip now without waiting for an answer.

"I-I hope not!" Garrot's caught off-guard by the question, because he was so worried about dealing with the act of getting tea that he didn't think about what was in it. "I mean, I don't know how they were made but they should just be normal herbal blends, so..." He sighs, and tries to keep himself from getting discouraged again. He's trying so hard to befriend the others that he's tripping over himself and probably making things worse. If they're not able to work together as quickly and smoothly as possible then that means a greater chance of casualties. He can't make that happen if he's falling on his face like this!

...And the back of his mind reminds him that he can't make cohesion happen on his own. These aren't kids in a classroom, they aren't employees, they're full-grown adults who he generally cannot command, only encourage. Even if he knows nothing about them, like with Gyre. For everything he offers, he's not doing anything to help the entire world if he's not at his best. So he takes a deep breath, and just like that the worries are gone.

"You'll be fine, Gyre." He's smiling just as warm as before, but it's more confident by miles. It's almost like he's another person entirely. "If anything happens, I'm a very good doctor. Speaking of..." He raises an eyebrow at the wild elf. "How's the tea? Thermos is all yours if you still want it." If not, well, Garrot's worked up a thirst with all his talking.

"Mmm. But you all love your caffeine, so it shows up in your herbal stuff sometimes."

Gyre takes another, slightly longer sip, watching Garrot breathe with this careful intensity. Watching the tension fall out of his shoulders. It's good to see this giant man calming down a little. He could see the anxiety radiating off him putting less confident people off, honestly, and if he's honest with himself, he's happy this dude is on his side rather then not.

He can't help returning such a warm grin once it's offered, sighing softly as the chill in his body is chased away by the tea.

"It's very good. You should try it if you haven't," he says, gesturing the thermos up to Garrot. He isn't going to mind if someone else has some of it. Better to share something nice while they have the chance, right?

He just shrugs at the mention of caffeine in herbal tea- he can't really deny it, and they can't do anything about the tea now. The doctor sees Gyre watching him, and he doesn't really pay it any mind. Garrot's a big guy and he's used to unwanted attention. But he'll take note that he got his new friend to smile, especially with as out of his element the wild elf was.

"Really? If you insist..." The tone is playful instead of surprised or humbled as Garrot unscrews the top of the thermos and pours some of the tea in. He brings it to his lips and takes a small sip, eyes going wide. "Oh damn, that is good." And then he throws his head back like it's a shot, downing the entire top worth of tea. The doctor gets as far as placing the top back on the thermos before his eyes go wide.

"Oooh, that was hotter than I thought." And then he wheezes out a chuckle that's half-pained and half-amused. Then he switches to deep breathing, because oops.

"Oh--"

Oh god. He can see the steam rising from the thermos and he's been drinking the damn stuff. He actually raises a hand to say something when he sees Garrot go for the tea like a shot, opening his mouth. It's a beat too late though, and he snaps his teeth shut, eyes widening a little.

If this guy can take all that and not react--

Oh no, he's definitely in pain. Well, fuck.

"Ah, are you alright?" He sounds quite anxious, right up until Garrot laughs. That immediately takes the air out of the moment, even if it seems like he's still in pain. Gyre is cautious as he lets his tone shift, carefully teasing, "I'm not a doctor so I won't be much help if not."

He cocks a little smile at the joke, and rolls his eyes before screwing the top back onto the thermos. Then Garrot takes a step forward with surgical precision, snatching the vial of medicine from Gyre's saucer. One clawed finger flips open the top, and he downs all of that. The doctor wheezes again, this time looking like he's either holding back a laugh or a belch.

"I... I'll be okay. This is nothing." It's pretty goddamned terrible, let's be honest. But whatever that medicine was, it seems to have done something good to his throat. His voice sounds a little less a car sliding down a gravel hill by the rims of its wheels. Just a little. "I think I'm done with tea for today, though." And maybe the next two weeks. Coffee doesn't betray him like this. That aside, maybe it's repressing his pain response, but he's surprisingly level-tempered at Gyre with his next angle.

"Can you fight?" The question is casual, like this is small talk for those beyond the wild elves' trees. "Against the monsters. I..." His eyes look away, darting around the room. If Gyre's gaze follows suit, he'll see the doctor's looking at some of their comrades. "I need to know where we all stand." Who to protect, who to keep an eye on, and who might need to be stopped if they're allured to the Wizard and get any stupid ideas.

Garrot may be surgical about it, but he still approached and brought his hand up that quickly. Gyre tenses up, eyes widening.

But it's just the medicine. He watches with this obvious curiosity as Garrot drinks it and immediately sounds better. It's something to keep in mind for sure, if ever he does hurt his throat. Perhaps he can trust the doctor's word after all, at least when it comes to medicine.

In a different situation, Garrot's next question would put him on edge, but this is the first thing he's really understood coming from the larger man. He nods, letting his gaze follow Garrot's.

"I can. Very well." He pulls his attention off their companions, looking up to Garrot. "Can you? If you're our only medic, it might be best if you stay back even if you can."

"I can handle myself well enough." Garrot sounds a bit uncomfortable, but it could just as easily be the throat pain as the fact that he's selling himself so very short.

"If they see me hanging back, they'll know something's up." He sighs, acknowledging the fact that he cuts a bit of a menacing profile. "If I'm mixing it up with the others, I can still slip away and patch someone up if something goes wrong." He would much rather be on the front lines because he hits like two trucks, but that might be bragging.

"But you have a point, we..." He strokes his beard, and just sighs again. "I might be the only person who knows anything beyond bandaids..." The big guy sounds a little disappointed. He just wants to punch shit, but that's not as important as keeping people alive, so...

"Mmn." He shakes his head just slightly. "I've got a little training in first aid. Chest compressions. Tourniquets, though I couldn't tell you when I'm supposed to use one or not." He licks his lips, his eyes losing focus as he begins to swim in old war memories. "Splinted a broken leg once...? Uh..."

No. He doesn't want to go down that road. He shakes his head again, harder this time, forcing himself back into the moment. "It's not your ability to multi-task that has me worried, uh, more that if you're the something that goes wrong, we won't have anyone who can help you."

He hopes that makes sense, chewing the inside of his cheek for a moment. Garrot is definitely big, and it'd certainly be noticeable if he wasn't in the fight. But even that doesn't really deter him. He really truly thinks Garrot needs protecting, not the other way around.

"If you tell everyone you're a doctor, they won't be so nervous if you hang back."

Garrot just watches Gyre, the shaking of his head and the cheek-chewing, and... it makes sense that the elf would know some things, living in the woods and all. But the body language is off. The doctor knows weird body language, but he's not sure how to interpret it. And as the topic shifts, he doesn't really want to bring it back up, at least not yet.

"If I tell everyone I'm a doctor, won't they get reckless because they know I can patch them up?" He scoffs and rolls his eyes, grinning. Band-aids can't fix puncture wounds, but his medical training is a safety net he doesn't want anyone to get tangled up in. "On the other hand, I think most of the others have seen the interviews and figured out the basics, so they might already know." At least he hopes so. But Garrot's been introducing himself as a Doctor pretty consistently, just in case.

"I don't think I can hang back, Gyre." For a doctor, he sounds more than a little excited at the admission. "What if my Knight power needs me up close? Should I just ignore it and let everyone else risk their lives?" Despite the choice of words, he doesn't sound at all accusatory. "Or should I do whatever I can to help so the others don't need my doctoring?" And then his demeanor shifts- he's clearly conflicted! Garrot whines like a child, his ears drooping just a bit.

"It doesn't matter, I don't even know what my power is yet." He sounds... really sad about that, actually! Poor guy.

Hey, it's back to looking irritated and disgusted again. Disgusted because this man thinks providing his qualifications will make people hurt themselves more just to take advantage of the help? Because he thinks holding information back is better then making sure his comrades in arms have full information. Irritated because he's relying on interviews to spread that information instead of just saying it himself.

Similarly irritated that he says he can't control himself. Gyre won't protest that though. It's not his business to try to convince someone how to behave. He said his piece and if Garrot decides to leap in anyway then that's his prerogative. He does flatly say, "If your power is good up close, all the better to protect your patients if a monster comes for them."

He's quiet for a long beat after that, slowly quirking an eyebrow at the admission. He's waiting for it to turn out to be a joke, honestly, but nope, Garrot stays slumped like that with no sign of breaking.

"Your animal didn't tell you when you asked?"

Garrot wants to make a quip about how he can protect his patients by getting good preemptive strikes on the monsters, but. Well. That silence is about ten times too awkward even for his confidence, so he just hangs there in shame, waiting for Gyre to break the silence. And then break it he does!

"Um." The word is shocked, even forceful. The doctor raises a hand to scratch at the back of his neck as he looks at his ~~ally~~ friend with wide eyes and surprisingly rosy cheeks. His mouth looks confused, unsure if it should be smiling or frowning or awkwardly wincing so it's doing all three. "You can do that!? I can just ask Xaljim what I got and he'll tell me?!" Garrot huffs for a moment, clearly exasperated, until he finds himself bringing a hand to stroke his bearded chin, eyes narrowed at Gyre.

"So what can you do?" If the wild elf knows, then he should share with the others, right? Teamwork is how they survive, after all! Plus Garrot definitely wants to veer away from his own embarrassment as quickly as possible.

"Mine told me when I asked."

He can't speak for any of the other animals, but he'd had to listen to that boar talk for twenty minutes instead of giving him the simple answer the question deserved. It's burned into his mind at this point, and he nods to Garrot's question. Fair.

He holds a hand up between them, turning his eyes down to it and frowning in slowly deepening concentration. It takes a moment or two, but then there's a shiny, iridescent sphere growing around his hand. It expands quicker, and quicker, the rush of air being displaced getting louder and louder, before it pops suddenly just before it had surrounded Gyre's upper body.

"Hm." He looks decidedly disappointed in himself, closing his hand into a fist, mouth twisting unhappily. He needs to keep practicing. For now though, he turns his gaze back up to Garrot.

"It's a shield, apparently. I can't hold it for very long yet."

Garrot looks downright petrified at the topic of asking Xaljim. He really should've asked, but messing with house-sized shields kind of took priority. Still useful information, at least. But the shiny sphere, growing and popping, that was cool. Was the power focused on the rush of air? Was it an explosive? Or-

"A shield." Garrot's tone is empty, even stunned. He doesn't register Gyre's disappointment or the closed fist or anything else, because. "Y-you can make a sh-shield." His ears droop again, and his eyes go wide, but he doesn't look sad, at least not in the same way he's looked through the rest of this emotional roller coaster of a conversation.

"M-my father could make shields, too." The words are soft, quiet, as if they slipped out without Garrot's conscious awareness. In fact, he looks like he's in a lot of a daze, and poor Gyre gets no context.

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