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Néo and Pippi are dressed for spring, by the standards of their world. Which is to say, ( not 'dressed' as such. )
Néo seems to be nerving hirself to ask the requisite question, a process of several minutes' duration. Eventually, just as Pippi is opening her mouth to preempt her husband, Néo blurts it out:
"Is it outdoor sex season in your world? If so, is it public sex?"
(Crossposted from DW.)You are feeling:  curious Melodious Accompaniment: Biz Markie, "Spring Again" |
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Does "cute lizard billy" mean anything to any of you?You are feeling:  blank Melodious Accompaniment: Bones |
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::Schuldig is sitting on the couch of his Nexus living room, eating a Cadbury Creme Egg in a way that'd be suggestive only if you have a perverted mind. Candy dishes on nearby tables featuring Peeps, chocolate eggs, jellybeans, Cadbury Creme Eggs, and chocolate-covered marshmallow bunnies.::
I'm celebrating St. Marks Down Day, a feast day for the patron saint of marked-down holiday candy, so I'm feeling generous. And I'm on a sugar high. What's bothering you, Nexus? I'll listen and offer my opinion on how to get through it.
Also, feel free to take some candy. I went overboard as usual. Have a seat and eat!You are feeling:  bouncy |
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Mar. 20th, 2012 @ 12:27 am
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"Do you bite your tongue if your thought, though rational and only a thought, is cruel?" |
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[A human in her early thirties finds her way into the Nexus. She's a bit worn-looking, and has that look in her eyes that sort of says may have mental illness or maybe it's just low blood sugar. No fancy clothing, just jeans and t-shirt from late 20th-Century Earth. The one where people like Batman and Wolverine exist only in comic books. She carries a small backpack as though she doesn't recall what's in it but that its contents are important. She sits at a small table with her back to the wall with backpack in front of her and begins fiddling with its fasteners.]
"Um. How does one remember?"
[OOC: Currently revamping Gemini because I miss playing her. Any fandom is welcome, as she is homeless at the moment.]You are feeling:  anxious |
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What could you never accept? What would it take for you to shut the door to someone?
Can you truly be friends with someone you're obligated to act against? |
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So, there's this face.
( face in question )
I can't for the life of me remember who that is. Slightly related, this past weekend I couldn't remember who Robert De Niro was.
He's a model or some such thing like that.
Anybody recognize this guy?You are feeling: curious Melodious Accompaniment: Justified |
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When I was a kid I knew about a couple dozen of my friends' phone numbers but nowadays I can't even think of one cuz I never dial as they're all programmed into my phone.
Off the top of your head, how many of your friends' phone numbers do you know?You are feeling: blank Melodious Accompaniment: The Vampire Diaries |
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Humus
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Feb. 8th, 2012 @ 08:08 pm
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If Martians come from Mars, Romulans come from Romulus, Kryptonians come from Krypton: where do Humans come from?
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The following arrives at as a text message, in an attempt to be anonymous and not worry people at home who are more than worried enough about other things. If anyone with hacking skills gives it a try, though, it wouldn't be too hard to find the message is being sent from inside the Nexus.
Anyone here have any ideas on how to survive being at ground zero for an explosion that can take out a space station?
Or for how to survive free-falling from orbit after that? |
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It's an unusually tall Transformer that makes his way along with a slow, measured stride. His expression, even with the mask on his face, is clearly pensive. He pauses at the sign, kneeling quite low to read it, then looks up. He sighs heavily.
"Is it right to keep knowledge from your own child, even if you feel it's for his protection?" he wonders. His tone makes it clear this is something that has weighed on his mind for a good while.You are feeling:  pensive |
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Class warefare has been an ongoing popular phrase to toss around in recent times. However, it seems limited as it's largely only being used in one particular direction. The rich want their taxes cut while the not so rich they'd rather pay more taxes. The rich accuse class warfare to any who tell them this is wrong, or suggests that they need to pay more taxes as they can afford it.
What seems to be missed, the reversal, leads to my question: Isn't it also class warfare when the rich expect to be more exempt from paying taxes than those that don't have as much money as they? To have the not so rich and poor pay more than the rich, I mean.You are feeling: curious Melodious Accompaniment: PotC marathon |
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Similar to the 'Kiss the Bride' tradition, is not the kissing under the mistletoe XMAS tradition appropriate as it only happens that one time, in this case once a year, despite any given relationship status?You are feeling:  flirty Melodious Accompaniment: Las Vegas |
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Néo and Pippi
announce the birth of
Moé
Mother and baby are doing fine
Visiting to follow when things settle down a littleYou are feeling:  exhausted |
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Dec. 18th, 2011 @ 10:12 pm
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((Ok, this is an OOC question about an LJ issue. I'm just using this login because it's convenient at the moment and I haven't recovered the password for my OOC one after the last bad computer crash I had. I haven't contacted support (yet) because I'm pretty certain it's on my end and only occurs on this computer.
LJ's captcha doesn't show for me. Not just the image of the two words, but the whole thing. As far as I can tell images and java are not disabled. When I tried disabling java I got text for typing in the two words but still no image. I'm running Ubuntu Linux (Natty Narwhal version), and Firefox. I tried disabling ad-blockers and that didn't work either. From what I've read Ubuntu does not have a default on firewall and I haven't enabled one. I've tried telling Firefox not to use a proxy. So far nothing at all has worked. What could I be missing that's causing this? It's seriously starting to drive me nuts.)) |
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Dec. 19th, 2011 @ 12:01 am
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Issek’s out of hiking gear and back in the Nexus, tweaking the settings on some kind of scanner. And occasionally tugging at the sleeves of his white lab coat, which he’s wearing over his more casual clothes but isn’t really comfortable with.
“I am a neuroscientist with some curiosity about this place. Which of you would be interested in participating in a momentary scan of your nervous systems?”A brief reflection on the peculiarities of humanoids, and he adds, “For science.”
“Additionally, if Samus Aran is in the area I would appreciate knowing her location.” This last draws him a hard (if pointedly neutral) look from Telrim, who’s seated at a Nexus console within earshot of screams for help.You are feeling: curious |
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The truck is here, sitting pretty in the light of the sign after arriving sometime in what passes for the night around here. It's another white one, this time with candy cane stripe accents, and the elf that accompanies it is busy setting up shop. A tall and lanky young fellow with brown hair and frank green eyes, he's singing a Christmas song to himself softly as he gets the door open and the first presents sorted to the front of the pile. This done, he dusts off his nicely embroidered red cowboy shirt, checks on his dark green jeans and his spotless cowboy boots, and then grins at the Nexus in general as a pretty little burgundy coloured ferret climbs up onto his shoulder and pips softly.
"Okay, folks. Who wants a Christmas gift? I've read the list, and I have yours here."
((He's got one gift for each character who replies. Please put some inkling of who/what your character is/likes somewhere in your reply if it's not on their bio. Coal is also available. Feel free to bring more than one of your characters to the Elf. And this post will be open and active till Ukrainian Christmas, in January.))You are feeling: busy Melodious Accompaniment: Paul Brandt 'Christmas Convoy' |
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Dec. 8th, 2011 @ 06:17 am
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"Suggestions for getting my best friend to not push himself right into a breakdown? The only way we're getting him to sleep is if someone literally knocks him out."You are feeling: worried |
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Oct. 28th, 2011 @ 09:55 pm
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Niss – aka June, for the moment - is perched on a Nexus armchair, the biggest, comfiest one she could find. She’s sitting on the arm, hands clasped in her lap and head cocked. “What do you think makes a good scary story?”
And then, as if the thought’s only just occurred, “Oh- or makes a reassuring one? We could use more of those…” |
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Oct. 7th, 2011 @ 11:16 pm
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It's getting close to Halloween in Lichtenstein's world which means the days are closing up earlier and the nighttime freeze is working extra shifts. The colder it gets, the more tempting it is to move into the Nexus permanently. Like last time, he's sitting with a book in his lap. Except this time it has his own writing in it. He spins a worn down pencil between his fingers as he thinks.
"Do you ever encourage stereotypes or misconceptions that are linked to you? Why do you do it? Or else, why do you refuse to?" |
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Sep. 27th, 2011 @ 12:59 am
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Telrim is dressed for the great outdoors today, in rather expensive-looking hiking gear that happens to be left over from Yeerk antics past. She’s looking rather satisfied as she sips a hard-earned coffee. A little distance away, a man in similar clothes has just stumbled over his own feet. That winded cursing? Music to a best friend’s ears.
“Which is the best way to get the measure of someone?” she asks. Absently she nudges the bulging rucksack propped against her legs. She’s a bit excited, really. Maybe more than a bit. But she’s not letting that show even to her host. “Watching them in their own home, or when they’re facing the strange and unfamiliar?” |
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Sep. 24th, 2011 @ 09:20 pm
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"How much faith would you place in the word of the Devil?" |
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I love you
You love me
Won't you sing & dance with me?You are feeling: bouncy |
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Aug. 31st, 2011 @ 12:22 am
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There’s a girl in a t-shirt and jeans, rucksack slung over her shoulder, snapping photos of the Nexus sign (poor camera). Eventually she looks over her shoulder and turns around, apparently unperturbed by the Nexus in general. She goes ‘hmmm’ for another few minutes, looking around with wide, interested eyes. Get close enough for her to notice you and you'll be flashed a warm smile.
“OK,” she says suddenly, “OK, I’ve got one: what’s the best way to ask a question?” |
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( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. )You are feeling: curious Melodious Accompaniment: I am not your señorita / I am not from your tribe.... |
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Aug. 13th, 2011 @ 02:26 am
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In old bluejeans, black boots, a leather biker's jacket and purple hair down to there, and with a flask of rum (and quite possibly a Glock or Beretta) hidden in her jacket pocket, along with a pair of silver-coated brass knuckles) and Leela's sauntering into the nexus with a somewhat old, familiar grin.
"So, what kind of trouble have you been up to lately?" She asks with a smirk. "And before you ask? I'm wasn't there, didn't do it, and I don't know your husband, son, or nephew. In short? I'm innocent."You are feeling:  cheerful Melodious Accompaniment: Monster Magnet: Gimme Danger |
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Aug. 11th, 2011 @ 09:51 pm
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Lichtenstein has set himself up on a couch with a book that looks like heavy reading to say the least. He's practically cradling it as he reads but, eventually, he has to look up and take a break. While he doesn't completely stop sheltering the book, he does look sit back a bit and look around and the people nearby.
Might as well ask a question or else he'll read until his eyes go dry. "What unlikely places do you get inspiration from?" |
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How many communities are you a member of and do you actually pay attention to them all?You are feeling: bored Melodious Accompaniment: TMZ |
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Every so often, when not even touching the mouse, I notice the cursor/pointer slowly sliding either across the screen or up or down.
What's causing this?You are feeling: uncomfortable Melodious Accompaniment: Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves |
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Supposedly tofu comes from beans but that's just what THEY want you to think.
Where do you think tofu actually comes from?You are feeling: blank Melodious Accompaniment: DaVinci's Inquest |
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Where were you at 2:35am Saturday morning and what were you doing?You are feeling: awake Melodious Accompaniment: the voices in my head have a band |
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Everybody has that one question. Something they always hoped someone would ask them because they have the perfect answer prepared for it.
What's the question you always wanted somebody to ask you?You are feeling: mischievous |
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Aug. 4th, 2011 @ 07:13 am
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A strange little someone has come into the Nexus, and will only sit and stare for a long, long time. He's all covered up; oversized hoodie, scarf, boots, and sunglasses! The most important thing of all, to him.
He's quiet and could be easily missed, but eventually he has a question.
"What's it feel like when somebody says 'I love you' to you?" |
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Toasty
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Aug. 3rd, 2011 @ 04:47 pm
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What've you been doing to beat the heat this Spring/Summer?You are feeling: hot |
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What's on your bucket list?You are feeling: exanimate |
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1) If you could choose one of your friends, based on the criteria they're the only available food you'll have, who among them would help you survive the longest?
2) Livejournal was essentially down for 5 days last weekend and it's still a bit quirky now. Whatever did you do with all of that time you'd normally spend here?You are feeling: crazy Melodious Accompaniment: White Collar |
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What's the longest you've spent in the same clothes without bathing, and slept in them?You are feeling: dirty |
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Aug. 1st, 2011 @ 05:58 pm
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“How good are you at making choices for other people?” Bit of a thorny question there, but Telrim’s checking through a shopping list and stuffing it into her pocket. So maybe the Controller has an innocuous excuse.
“What difference does it make if they’re a friend or…” She tilts her head thoughtfully, holds back a smile. “Not?” |
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Jul. 16th, 2011 @ 10:37 pm
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Tea, strawberries, sugar, extra plates and cups.
Yes, please stare.
"Would you like any magical protection?" |
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PAC: :33 < okay, so i s33 that this is some kind of multipurrsal thing.
PAC: :33 < thats kinda weird, I don't think ive ever purred of anything like that before.
PAC: :33 < (purred=heard X33)
( PAC: :33 < more inside ) |
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There’s a chalk circle marked out on the Nexus floor, with runes and sigils inside and out. It’s been half-heartedly rubbed out by a certain necromancer, but the outlines are still perfectly visible... which makes it an irresistible opportunity.
A small pack of minions set down a massive block of stone in the centre, straining with the effort. There’s a yelp from one as it lands on his toes; then the sigils carved into the stone flare with blue-white light. The Blue marking out the border shakes his cowled head and keeps inking, adding a few marks of his own.
The aforementioned necromancer takes his time returning to finish his cleaning. He even has a worn-out looking brush with him! When Lichtenstein finds his work being redone he takes a moment to stand aghast. “What are you doing?” He flails and waves his arms to get them off of his work. “Get off! Do you know what you’re doing?!” By the time he shoos the last creature away, he’s growling through his teeth, “Get off my wards!”
It shuffles off reluctantly, and Lichtenstein tries to scuff out the marking with his toe. “Gah! How am I going to clean this up?”
((LOL alert! Mortis hasn’t bothered to restore most of the warding symbols. Characters getting too close will find the circle trying to contact people from beyond the veil for them. It's up to the mun’s discretion whether the person contacted is dead or unconscious, a zombie or a ghost… or a more malevolent entity.)) |
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Goodbye, me am not seeking questions. No tell me how you am not spending Halloween today?
Your welcome.You are feeling: giddy |
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Jun. 30th, 2011 @ 11:13 pm
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Jun. 30th, 2011 @ 05:24 pm
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Mikoto is irritated as she walks into the main part of the Nexus. Not that it's too easy to tell... the outfit she's currently wearing hides her tail, so the way the fur has fluffed can't be seen.
But anyone would be annoyed after having a sopping wet and near-dead person fall on them from a random portal. The person in question, a dark-haired boy of about eighteen, is soon deposited on a Nexus couch. He's already in better health than when he arrived, and is in no immediate danger of dying. Mikoto had used a float spell to move him, her arms still full of the few sodden belongings that had arrived in his company - a wand, and the remains of the boy's clothing.
"I have had my day interrupted by an injured stranger. Is there a simple way to identify people in this Nexus, or will I have to wait until he wakes up?" Her tone implies that if he has any friends or relatives here, she'd like him off her hands. Altruism does not suit her.
"What would you do if you found someone injured?" she adds, as an afterthought, for those who can't help with identification.
((Edit/Note: I forgot to mention it when I posted, but she has wrapped him in a Convenient Nexus Blanket, so even though she's removed his wet clothes there is no blatant nudity here))You are feeling:  irritated |
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Jun. 28th, 2011 @ 12:51 pm
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Cronus has a leaflet in his hand as he steps out of his portal, and the ring of orange light collapses behind him. “’Wonders of the ancient world’. Pah! More obsolete junk and abandoned toys.” He gives the leaflet a very unimpressed look. It vanishes in a ball of flame, and he steps closer to the sign, the flexible time of the Nexus rippling and then stabilising around him.
“Hmph. A simple question, mortals. I’m getting curious. What do you really think of museums?” |
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Jun. 15th, 2011 @ 10:18 pm
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It's not that Alistair is feeling down, oh no, Alistair would never feel down. Instead, he is simply a little tired, a little thoughtful, which still sit unnaturally on his features. He sits on a couch in robes, because he hasn't had the chance to wrestle with anyone today. Besides, today he doesn't come into the Nexus with the primary reason to help and meet new people. No, today he has something on his mind. Something which almost, almost, makes him frown.
Alistair draws a breath, then looks up to the crowd. "What are the hardest questions your loved ones ever ask you?" |
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May. 22nd, 2011 @ 09:37 pm
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The table in front of Lichtenstein is slowly getting covered with chalk dust as he fidgets listlessly with a chalk stick. For a while, he watches the masses go past. Though it soon becomes as monotonous as every day life back home. Best ask a question before he dies of boredom.
Still, he manages to sound relatively interested when he asks, "If you could speak with the dead, what would you say? What would you ask? Would you care who you spoke to?" |
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{L-sama appears in the Nexus with a deafening peal of silence and a quizzical expression}
Oh great sages of the multi-verse hear my plea and answer this humble supplicant. Okay well it's not actually my plea (I know someone, who knows someone who wants the question answered on grounds of anonymity) and I'm not feeling all that humble at the moment but I digress.
Before I get to the question I need to set a bit of scenario so bear with me a bit. Point is you are (hypothetically) in a relationship of a romantic and/or sexual nature with... let's call them Person A. You have met Person A relatively recently but you found out at a later point that your parents knew each other. And (here's the tricky bit) you know for certain that you and Person A are NOT related however you find that one of your parents and one of Person A's parents had a relationship that might best be described as 'friends with benefits' (ie a friendship that included a sexual component but wasn't necessarily romantic in nature for those unfamiliar with the idiom).
The question is 'What should you and Person A do when finding out?'You are feeling: gossipy |
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May. 10th, 2011 @ 01:53 pm
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What can’t you learn from reading? What can’t be understood until you’ve been there, done that?
Or an unrelated question: how squeamish are you?
Telrim is currently peeling bits of protective glove off her host’s chemical-burned hands and keeping an anaesthetic tool in easy reach. If she and her host were present, that might give away how very related it is. |
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