Forgotten Church(#1801RAJLM)
The old church is dark, dimly lit by outside light coming in through scum-encrusted windows during the day, and tomblike during the night. There is a coatroom in the back of the nave, with separate doors leading off to mens' and womens' restrooms, and two staircases, one going up to the balcony and bell-tower, and the other leading down to the basement. The double doors leading out to the street are at the back of the coatroom.
The hard wooden pews in the sanctuary are, for the most part, still intact. There are even Bibles and hymnals left in the shelves along the back of each row, although many of them look rather chewed on. The altar on a dais at the front of the church is empty, and the lectern that once stood next to it has been knocked over. Rotting red cloth hangs at the very front of the church; there might once have been a design on it, but it has long since faded or been eaten away.
Casper appears at the top of the basement stairwell.
Piddles arrives in the church, hands shoved deep in pockets, collar tugged up around his ears, and a battered navy blue wool cap snugged around his bald head. His protuberant beard has a bit of frost on it.
+weather
Currently on this calm and cold winter twilight in the general St. Claire area, it is 26 degrees Fahrenheit (-3.3 degrees Celsius). The wind is coming from the south-southwest at 4.3 mph. The ground is normal. Skies are clear with a small chance of precipitation.
Casper walks upstairs carrying a mug full of water, sipping at it. He looks around and greets the others with a smile.
Piddles breaks into a grin that cracks some of the tiny icicles from his facefuzz. "Boooooo!" he exclaims.
Jose Figueroa is standing around, mildly sweaty and trying to catch his breath. He's obviously been running. A lot.
Casper grins to Piddles, "Hi there Pids, I haven't seen you in a spell." he walks over and stretches out on a pew.
Bailey shakes the snow from the hood of his coat as he opens the Church door. He enters the Church, walking down the aisle. He notices the gathering, and waves, saying "Hey," quietly.
Piddles pulls the cap off and stuffs it in a pocket. He spins toward the door as Bailey enters, disturbingly on a razor edge of tension for the affable beast, but breaks into an easy smile for the newcomer. He turns back toward Casper. "Pidza, he bin oot shakin' de pan lots, yah. Izza lotta cold pippul, an' dey don' got ever'thin' we gots. So Pid, he trow dough attem an' hope dey git sum goooood foooood wit it."
Casper smiles widely and nods, "Very decent of you. I'd do the same, if I had money of my own."
Piddles grins toothily. "Pidzain't gots dough o' hiz oon, nah. He jus' gits de soots ta give it to 'im. Ey, Jose hombre, howzit hangin'?"
+phoon
Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (98% full).
Bailey takes a step back at the Ahroun's turn, then relaxes, and plops down on a pew. "Good stuff, Piddles. I've donated some old clothes to the Sal Army a while back."
Jose Figueroa wipes his forehead with his sleeve. "Good, Piddles. Tha's damn nice o' you," he huffs.
Casper looks to Jose, "Out jogging again?"
Jose Figueroa nods. "About six miles, tonight. Didn' help."
Casper nods and looks up at the ceiling, as if peering through it. "The moon eh?"
Piddles grins, though his grin has more points than usual. "You gots de edge too, yah?"
Bailey shakes his head. "Yikes. Six miles...damn."
*Jose Figueroa is looking at you.*
Jose Figueroa holds up a hand for Piddles to high-five. "Yah. Fire in the nuts, dude. You too?"
Pack> Jimmy Wilson says "Like, woof."
Piddles slaps Jose's hand. "Si. No sheeeet."
Pack> Piddles says "Bow wow!"
Bailey raises an eyebrow at Casper. "Is it like this for you, or is it just the Full Moons?"
Pack> Hank says "Hiya, Jimmy."
Casper grins a little, "Well I hope you can spend that fire in a creative and constructive way." he looks to Bailey and shrugs a little, "The moon affects me at times, in odd ways. Different from these two I think, though."
Jose Figueroa grins at Piddles and says something to him in Spanish.
From afar, to Collin, Piddles, Bailey, and Casper, Jose Figueroa asks to page if you're bilingual.
You paged Jose Figueroa with 'Whatchoo sayin', man? ;)'.
From afar, to Piddles and Jose Figueroa, Bailey has college-leve; 103 Spanish. He'll understand words and such, but Patois and slang will be lost on him.
From afar, Jose Figueroa notes in no uncertain terms that the run he took didn't help at all and asks where you're from. In that order.
Long distance to Jose Figueroa: Piddles informs Jose in Spanish nearly as broken as his English (but, actually, a bit better in sentence construction and most definitely in pronunciation) that running never helps him a damn bit and he's from Tejas.
Piddles laughs at what Jose said and replies in the same language.
Bailey nods at Casper. "I get wild emotions. Like channel surfing through feelings. The other night, I was a wreck."
From afar, Jose Figueroa replies he's from Nogales, Mexico, but spent a lot of time in Tucson and elsewhere, including Texas as a migrant farm worker.
You paged Bailey with 'What you catch you think comes down to something about running not helping and Pid is definitely from Tejas.'.
Casper nods to Bailey in understanding, eyeing the ahrouns curiously, "Right... you are Galliard."
Jose Figueroa nods at Piddles and blabbers back.
Bailey looks back ot the Galliards, smiling at them. "As a Theurge, what happens," he asks Casper over his shoulder.
Casper looks up at the ceiling again and says, "Uhh, well I'm sure it's different for us all... I get more, well, confused I guess."
Long distance to Jose Figueroa: Piddles tells Jose that he's originally from San Antonio, but got around a lot too.
"Confused," the Glasswalker asks. "Cas, you're probably one of the more level-headed people I've met in this city. What could you possibly be confused about?"
Piddles nods eagerly and spouts another string of for-eeen layngwij.
Casper looks surprised, "Level-headed? You think so? I'm in a constant mire of confusion Bailey, to be honest. I'm sorry if my actions or words misled you."
You paged Bailey with 'You catch that Pid's from San Antonio (Texas, you bet). And something else about traveling?'.
Long distance to Bailey: Piddles remembers her days in college Spanish. ;)
Jose Figueroa nods, breaking a smile for the first time tonight, at Piddles.
Long distance to Jose Figueroa: Piddles further comments that, by damn, he's looking forward to the Revel this week.
Roberto steps through the old double doors, closing them behind him.
Roberto limps in, leaning heavily on the cane in his right hand.
From afar, Jose Figueroa agrees. And OOC, this is going to be fun. ;)
Piddles continues his stream of hispanic ramblings with a final gesture skyward and a wink to Jose.
Roberto stands near the doorway, looking around but not speaking.
Jose Figueroa nods at Piddles, "Yo tambien." As he finishes, he notices the limping man enter the church and stares.
Piddles turns to gaze in the direction that Jose is looking.
Casper sits up slightly as the stranger enters. His eyes sharpen.
Bailey shakes his head. "No, I don't think you're misleading me, Cas. If there's stuff confusing you, you hide it well. Is it anything you want to talk abou-" he stops as the door opens, and looks at the newcomer.
Roberto leans on the wall with his left hand; he traces the Bone Gnawer pattern on the wall with his cane. Of course, the cane doesn't leave a mark.
Roberto says "Buenas noches."
Face growing dark, especially after the stranger interjects more Spanish into the room, Jose flexes his hands. "Que pasa, abuelo? Que te quieres?"
Roberto pages to Collin, Piddles, Bailey, Casper, and Jose Figueroa: Hi, everybody! :) Please don't kill me outright.
Casper watches Roberto and looks to Jose.
Roberto replies in Spanish, accented Costa Rican: "I am looking for the Caern of the Wheel Renewed. I was told it was near this city, and your tribe is not as hard to find as others might be. I do not mean to intrude."
Bailey raises an eyebrow, and stares at the stranger, waiting for an answer.
Piddles raises an eyebrow at Jose.
Casper blinks once and then says to the man, "Excuse me?"
Roberto pages to Collin, Piddles, Bailey, Casper, and Jose Figueroa: For this to be more appropriate I'd be happy only to page the people who speak Spanish IC, if you wanna page me that you do.
Roberto says "My English is not so good, I am sorry."
Casper nods to him, "Well don't worry about me, carry on in Spanish."
Roberto says "I am looking for the Sept of the Wheel ... renovada. Renovated? Brought back?"
Bailey turns back to the 'Gazer. "Want a rough translation?"
Casper looks straight at the man at the mention of the sept. He can be seen to tense.
Jose Figueroa looks around at the others, consternation furrowing his brows. "Sept of the Wheel? Where is that?"
Bailey blinks a few times. "Sept?" he asks, obviously stumbling over the word.
Roberto gestures toward a pew with his left hand, and asks, in English, "May I sit?" He points toward his right leg.
Piddles nods. "Si, Senor," he says respectfully. "No hay una rueda renovada aqui."
Roberto walks slowly to the nearest pew and settles in with as much dignity as he can muster.
Roberto replies, ~I was told that the Caern of the Wheel and the Sept of the Wheel Renewed were near St. Claire.~
Roberto seems to give up on the language difficulties and speak as clearly as he can to everyone.
Jose Figueroa looks at the others, snaps his fingers and motions with two fingers at his eyes, then points at the older man.
Casper nods and rubs at his nose, making a sniffing sound afterwards.
Casper sniffs again and gives a thumb's up and a small grin to Jose.
Jose Figueroa nods at Casper and returns his gaze to the man. ~What's your full name, grandpa?~
Roberto smiles crookedly. ~I am not that old. I am Roberto Montoya, now called Hammerstrike.~
Bailey's eyes narrow at Roberto. "Anything else?"
Roberto says, ~Nothing else you would recognize, and none of those for years.~
Roberto says, ~Can you tell me where to find this Caern, or should I go and invest in junk bonds until the Glass Walkers take notice?~
Piddles looks like he's thinking hard.
Jose Figueroa frowns, wrestling with decisions. "Dunno about junk bonds, but they've noticed you already, Martillo. I'm Jose. Jabs."
Bailey chuckles, looking from Jose to Roberto.
Roberto smiles. "Martillero. Jabs -- short punches?"
Casper says to Roberto, "I'm afraid you'll have to wait for an elder to speak to you about the garou here sir. We are all young, and should not be speaking about things we shouldn't."
Roberto says "Where can I find an Elder to speak with? I have a message to deliver."
Jose Figueroa nods. "Pincho con la Izquierda. Jabs with the Left." He lets Casper speak, then looks at Roberto again.
Bailey points to Casper, nodding at Roberto. "Again, what he just said."
Casper nods solemnly to Roberto, ~I'm sorry to inconvenience you. COuld you tell us where you are staying and we could send an elder your way when we find one and explain your situation?~
Piddles grins faintly and nods. "Me llamo Orino en el Viento. Piddles-Into-The-Wind. Pid."
Roberto snorts amusedly.
From afar, to Roberto and Piddles, Jose Figueroa falls off his chair laughing.
Long distance to Roberto and Jose Figueroa: Piddles has found her dictionario, can you tell?
From afar, Jose Figueroa | http://www.gmsmuc.de/english/look.html
Casper says quietly, ~I'm Casper, Edgewalker. Stargazer crescent moon.~
From afar, Bailey LOL! Love the name as it is, and now in Spanish! :)
Roberto sighs. ~If we had to wait for an elder's say so, for such trivial matters, where I come from, the jungle would already be ash. I am staying at the Marriott, uptown.~
Roberto says, ~Pardon me, I am a guest and am a rude one at that. It is a pleasure to meet all of you, and I thank you.~
Bailey continues to give eye to Roberto, saying nothing.
Jose Figueroa says, ~Thank you. Now we will communicate to you there, when we find an elder.~
Casper bows a little, ~Then the matter will be dealt with as quickly as possible.~
Bailey continues to stare. ~Tribe? Auspice?~
look roberto
Roberto's complexion is dark, and his hair is curly and black. He speaks with a moderate hispanic accent, sounding like a man who's spoken English as a second language for much of his life. He walks slowly, with a cane in his right hand, and it is clear that he puts much of his weight on that cane; his right leg appears to bear little of his weight, if any. He is of average height, around six feet, and of strong build.
Roberto leans forward slightly and attempts to stand normally. He winces in pain and leans on his cane, hard. ~Get of Fenris, warrior.~
Bailey'seyes widen a little at the mention of Roberto's tribe, but manages an honest smile after a moment. "Bailey, Night's-Justice. Glasswalker Gibbous Moon."
Roberto brings himself to standing. ~Your elder, he is still Alpha here?~
Roberto speaks to Bailey.
Jose Figueroa doesn't react to Roberto's tribe, but does tilt his head at the mention of a Glass Walker Alpha.
Bailey shakes his head. "Man, I feel bad about this, but until your story checks out, I can't even answer that. I'm sorry about the treatment, but it's hard to trust people nowadays. We mean no disrespect, but this is done to everyone."
Roberto takes a long, deep breath.
Roberto stares at Bailey, and speaks in English: "As a statement of fact, I believe it is important that you know that, even lame, I could --" He takes another deep breath.
Roberto says "I could leave. My room there is in my name. Farewell."
Piddles inclines his head. "Lo siento, Senor."
Bailey nods at the Get Ahroun. "I never doubted you could."
Roberto deliberately turns his back on the others as he moves toward the door.
Roberto opens one of the double doors at the back of the church, leaving for the streets.
Jose Figueroa stares the Get right out of the church. To no one in particular, and very breathy, "Tha' was fuckin' weird."
Piddles exhales slowly.
Casper looks after the man, frowning in thought, "How did he know to come here?"
Piddles shrugs. "Heeza lookin fer de Gnawers, so he cum to de places fer broke folk. Mebbe he bin at de Regan furst, an den he try heer."
Casper nods to Piddles, "Maybe. I mean, I hope so. I've been nervous lately, about the vampires... they could have the same ideas about exterminating us, as we do for them. And if we can learn information about them, they can surely learn about us... I don't think he was one though, but all the same."
Bailey looks up, talking to no one in particular. "Dunno, Jacobsen. Something about you makes you /so/ loveable to the Get." He lowers his head, and faces his friends. "Humor the ignorant, please. Saying we do find the Get Elder for him. Who is the Elder, anyway?"
Piddles blinks. "Wumpires?"
Jose Figueroa, still staring at the door, shakes himself out of the trance. to Casper, "Dude. Someone put up fuckin' Gnawer grafitti all over this town, pointin' at the church an' Rialto. He's old enough to read it, maybe?"
Casper nods to Jose, I'm sure there's a good reason he knew. "We don't need to necessarily find a Get elder Bailey. Pete would do, or JJ probably."
Bailey shrugs at Jose. "I dunno. I think it's something about this place that we don't get. It seems like Garou know, on some sort of instinct I think, to come here. Hell, I stumbled into this place one night, and that's how I got involved with all of this." He looks again at Casper. "I could ask her at the moot. I'm not sure what she'll want to do about it, though."
Casper nods to Bailey, "Well, he's hear for a reason, and probably not a holiday. We should find one fast."
Bailey shrugs. "Like I said, I can bring it up to JJ at the moot." He turns to Jose and Piddles. "Think either of you can get Pete's ear about this?"
Piddles looks off into the distance for a moment, then looks at Bailey. "Pid kin look fer 'im, izza sure."
Jose Figueroa nods at Bailey. "I think so. I see 'im a lot."
Pete Barlow steps through the old double doors, closing them behind him.
Jose Figueroa whips around to look at the door, sees Pete, and slumps into a pew. "Told you."
Pete Barlow doesn't bother to knock, just pushing to door open and shut behind him with a frown. "Anybody seen that Wendigo?" he asks before waiting to see if anyone is even in the room.
Bailey nods, then looks at the door as it opens. "Not a long look, is it Piddles?" he says with a grin.
Casper looks up to Pete with a wry grin, "Just the man we were looking for."
Piddles shakes his head and grins.
Bailey chuckles. "You mean after you had that "Father to Dingbat Son" talk on Saturday? Nope. Not a hair."
From afar, to Collin, Piddles, Pete Barlow, Casper, and Jose Figueroa, Bailey applauds Pete for his incredible timing. :) Speak of the devil. :)
Pete Barlow shoots a frown at Bailey before giving a hard, moody look to Jose. "You seen him? Quaid?"
Piddles blinks. "Wen-deeee-go?" he inquires.
Casper shakes his head.
Jose Figueroa looks Pete straight in the eye and says, "Who?"
Bailey looks back to Pete, serious for the moment. "Should we say something now, or just wait til the Moot?"
Casper looks to Pete, "There was an elder Get named Roberto here just now, he said he had a message to deliver to the Caern of the Wheel Renewed. We told him we'd send an elder to speak with him... I'm not sure how urgent this is, but would you go speak with him Pete?"
Bailey nods at Casper, looking to Pete. "He did say he had a room at the Marriott uptown."
Pete Barlow frowns still, dark mood still present and heavy. He turns to Casper. "Who? Roberto what?"
Casper says "Uh, ROberto, Hammerstrike... a Get warriot. He spoke mostly Spanish, JOse spoke with him more than I did."
Jose Figueroa nods. "Said something about a Glass Walker Alpha. Had a message for him, or something."
Pete Barlow mmms as rests a hand on a pew back. "For Fletcher? He ain't been alpha for a long while. Where did you say this punk rank off to? The Marriot?"
Bailey cocks an eyebrow. "Fletcher?"
Jose Figueroa nods. "Ain't no punk, Uncle. He's old. About your age." He manages a toothless grin as he says this.
"Arjun Fletcher," says Barlow to Bailey as he gives a smile to Jose. "And he didn't say much more about the message?"
Jose Figueroa shakes his head. "Nope. Limped in, scared the fuck outta me, said he had a message, and left."
Pete Barlow mmms with a nod to Figueroa, lips pursed into a dark frown. "Somebody needs to get the word out to FiannaBoy then." Barlow looks around at those gathered in the Church.
Bailey grimaces to Jose. "Get tend to do that a lot."
Casper shrugs to Pete, "I can go now if you think that's best."
Casper says "You mean Brian, right?"
Pete Barlow gives a nod to ... "Who the fuck are you, anyway?" he says, looking at Casper.
Bailey nods back to Pete. "It's ok. Casper's cool."
Casper blinks and grins slightly, "I guess I know you by reputation, and since I doubt I have much of one, it doesn't surprise me that you don't know me... Casper, ~Edgewalker~. Stargazer theurge."
Barlow shoots Bailey a hard, 'shut-up' kind of frown before looking back at Casper. "Gazer ju-ju man, eh?"
Casper knits his brow, "Ju-ju man? Uh, maybe..."
Bailey leans back from the Elder's look, and drops his eyes to the floor.
"Maybe?" snorts Barlow as gives the Stargazer another looksee.
Casper says "I'm not sure what you mean... is that slang for theurge?"
Pete Barlow scratches the back of his head, shaking it. "Gonna stomp the streets, son, you gonna have to learn the beat. Yeah, ju-ju man means somethin' like theurge, though that's Fianna shit talk."
Casper says innocently, "Well I'm not well versed in Fianna shit talk. I'll remember that though."
Jose Figueroa sits up and leans over the front pew, watching Bailey and Casper squirm under the full moon fever.
Piddles shoves his hands back into his pockets and paces in a circle.
Bailey looks back up, keeping his silence.
Pete Barlow's narrow slightly. "Don't push me tonight, ju-ju boy." The big Gnawer reaches into his pocket and pulls out a torn package of red licorice, sliding one into his mouth. "Want one?" he offers to the others, first to Jose, then Piddles, Bailey, Casper, and Collin in that order, his gesture oddly ritualistic.
Bailey nods, and respectfullt takes one strand of the licorice, and chews on it slowly.
Jose Figueroa takes a licorice and practically tears a piece off in his mouth.
Casper looks a little confused and declines, "No, thank you. I was just leaving..."
Piddles takes one with a grin and a nod to his elder.
Pete Barlow gives a shrug to Casper. "Make sure FiannaBoy finds out about this Get messenger." The big Gnawer, fat moon dark in his eyes, turns to Jose and Bailey. "So nobody's seen the Wendigo romeo, eh?"
Bailey, still chewing, shakes his head.
Casper nods to Pete and gives a wave to the others, saying to Jose and Bailey, just as he is about to leave, "Tomorrow for sure... for the sun talens, okay?"
Bailey nods to the Theurge, and rises to join him. "Yeah. Meet here?"
Casper nods, "Yes, here I think."
Jose Figueroa says "See you tomorrow, Boo. Bailey. Thanks for the help, again."
Casper nods and slips out.
Jose Figueroa shakes his head at Chugs. "Who the fuck is this Wendigo? An' what's he doin' in town?"
Bailey follows casper out. "Gotta get to work tomorrow..."
Bailey opens one of the double doors at the back of the church, leaving for the streets.
As if a bell goes off, he remembers who Pete is talking about. Jose says, "Oh. Him."
Piddles looks around in confusion.
Pete Barlow watches the two leave and then looks back at Jose. "Yeah, good-lookin' Romeo kid got busy with that sweet peach of a Fianna. Kathy or somethin' like that. Took the shit umbral a coupla nights back to let him vent some testosterone. He got banged up a bit. Wanted to see if he's doin' okl"
Piddles takes a second, but then a lightbulb goes off in his head and realization steals over his face.
Jose Figueroa gives Pete an incredulous, blank look, his face flushing red. "Get the fuck outta here."
Jose Figueroa shakes his head. "Dude. I met her the night before she showed up here, down in the park. Swear to god, chica that hot, she made my brains leak out my ears."
Pete Barlow gives a nod as he sits down, stretching out his legs. "Yup. Guess they went and coughed up the poop to the mucky-mucks out at he Park and now the Rangers are gonna do a Wapner on 'em."
Jose Figueroa takes a second to translate Pete, mouthing the words, then gives up. "They wha? Tha's sick."
Piddles gapes, then mutters, "Eeeeejeeets."
Elan pads up the stairs, slipping on his leather half-gloves; clearly, he's going out on patrol soon. "Whazzup, guys?" He flicks his gaze around the room. "Talking 'bout the lovebirds?"
Pete Barlow leans back, easing as he watches Jose, nodding to Piddles. "That's right, Pids. Idiots. Apparently, Romeo and Juliet confessed to fuckin' each others brains out and now the Sept is gonna hold some sort of Moot Court or somethin' about it." Barlow looks over at Elan and nods. "Yeah."
Jose Figueroa turns his mouth into an O. "That fucker Wendigo can fight. Took out the lizard when we fought the bloodsuckers and carried Boo over his shoulder all the way here at a run."
Elan nods at Jose. "That's why I didn't try to jump his ass when he came here." He clenches his fists, leather creaking, and leans against a support pillar.
Jose Figueroa shrugs at Elan. "Yeah. Let the fuckin' politicos take care of 'em. Me, I don' wanna see either of 'em any more."
Pete Barlow gives a nod. "Yeah, he's got some shits. And a bad case of it for that girl."
Piddles smacks himself in the forehead and mutters something about having to read Romeo and Juliet to himself.
Elan nods in agreement to Jose. "Thought Kat was gonna be pretty cool until she offered our new sista a hit off her smoke."
Jose Figueroa looks at Elan like he didn't get that.
Piddles wrinkles his nose and nods at Elan.
Pete Barlow says after a bit, "I told him if they got booted from the Sept that they could hang with us on the sly." Barlow says it more of a statement of fact than a suggestion.
Elan looks to Jose. "Toke," then looks to Pete. "Yeah. Sorta need to, takin' in the dispossessed and all that. Not like damn Fiannaboy could find 'em, even if he wanted to."
Piddles nods at Chugs and sighs. "Yung an' stoopid."
Jose Figueroa looks distastefully at Pete, then turns to Elan. "Pot? Wha's wrong with a little smoke?"
Elan's eye twitches a little. "Just seen too much killin' over that shit," he mutters.
Pete Barlow gives a nod to Elan. "Ain't no point killin' 'em over fuckin'. She didn't get pregnant or somethin' did she?"
Jose Figueroa purses his lips and gives Elan a hard stare. "That stuff saves a lot of peoples' lives, like every one I ever fought near the big moon."
Piddles ducks his head and returns to pacing in a tight circle, chomping on the last of the licorice.
Elan gives the ahroun back stare for stare. "Like how, huh?" The moon must be working on him, too, since he comes off the pillar, and falls into a more relaxed stance.
Pete Barlow frowns. "You two shits back it off ten steps right now or I'll tear you both new ones," grumbles Barlow, moon all over his expression.
Jose Figueroa tosses his head to Elan and winks at him. "'S cool. Elan saw different shit than I did in his life."
Pete Barlow stands up. "Come on, Jose, I've got a patrol to run. You can zip it with me."
Piddles sighs. "Pidza gonna head out. De moon iz de moon iz de moon, an' he gonna go checkin' oot da guttas an' de junkyards."
From afar, to Collin, Piddles, Elan, and Jose Figueroa, Pete Barlow needs to scoot too. Anyone else wanna offline some killin', come along.
Piddles pages all: Oh, sure, send the three ahrouns out together. ;)
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