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HAS THIS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?!

Your mind is a car, a car in the vastness of the universe, slowly going down the road which connects thought upon thought and you glance at your hands as they grasp the steering wheel, wondering if you are fit to master the curves of creativity, to weather the rocky roads of prose, to order a cool glass of beer at the roadhouse of inspiration no wait a second you can't order a beer you're driving you're test driving your mind car drunk what have you done WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THIS IS THE MIND POLICE SLOW DOWN AND PULL OVER IMMEDIATELY YOU ARE UNDER ARREST I SAID SLOW DOWN THIS IS--

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[Sloane is in the bar drinking a cocktail that tastes like arsenic, but she isn't letting that bother her. Everything tastes like arsenic when she's this worked up, and if she's poisoning herself, at least she's not poisoning anyone else, something that is also tempting when she's this worked up. And she can't even shop to soothe her nerves. Getting stuff from those extremely suspicious closets is not the same.

There are so many stories here, weaving into a tangled mass that should not be possible, but when has the Narrative ever made sense? Sloane's better at understanding it than most people, but there is nothing here. It's stupid, it's impossible, and she doesn't even have her team here to help her fight it.

She does have the alcohol, though. Delicious, delicious alcohol. That'll have to do until she can find the center of this awful narrative knot and punch it in the face.]

Kitchen
One thing everyone who's spent time around Grey Wardens knows is that they have a very... healthy appetite. And so, stomach rumbling, Alistair has found his way to the kitchens. The generously sized, slightly rustic room was oddly empty given he was accustomed to kitchens staffed with an assortment of cooks and kitchen-hands and other servants. He wasn't going to let that stop him though.

An assortment of cheeses and other foods - but mostly cheese - are scattered across one of the counter-tops while Alistair himself is half inside the strange cold box filled with food. He's examining everything in there and pulling out anything that seems interesting to set aside for a taste test.

"I don't think I even know what this is." He sticks his head out, grinning at the other person in the kitchen with him and holds up a container for inspection. "Do you? I've never seen anything like it before."

The Forest
The forest is a more familiar setting and almost a relief at first. Until he realises he can't hear any birds or other animals moving about. From then on he keeps his hand on the hilt of his sword as he presses on, looking for... anything really. He's half-way convinced he's trapped in a Fade nightmare again and if he finds and kills the demon responsible he'll wake up back at camp, safe and sound.

As he hears someone - or something - approaching he turns, drawing his sword and unslinging his shield. His eyes flick over the thick vegetation, searching for movement, shield raised and blade at the ready. When nothing appears he calls out warily, "Is anyone there?"

He won't just attack without provocation if someone does appear but he has no reason to assume everything here is friendly or harmless.

All around AKA do what you want
Alistair can be found exploring the grounds and the mansion with a mixture of wonder and suspicion. He keeps his sword and shield with him everywhere he goes but he'll approach anyone he sees with a smile and a friendly greeting. It doesn't work so well on the vendors out in the grounds but maybe this time he'll meet someone who will actually talk to him?

[ Mansion-dwellers beware, you're in for a scare... STAY OUT OF THE BASEMENT.

Okay, nah, not really. Soos certainly starts in the basement-- wanders around for a few hours, finds a boiler. You know, pretty cool stuff. But after a lot of trial and error, he finds his way to the entrance of the caves. And it's kind of a matter of wandering around some basement area completely unknown to him versus wandering towards some cave area completely unknown to him.

Normally, he'd probably just stick to the basement and let it be what it's gonna be, but there's only so much a handyman can do down there with a boiler that doesn't need fixing and a way upstairs that he can't find?? Anyway, after god only knows how long wandering around a cave (presumably both finding and conquering a crisis of whether or not he'll have to become a mole person, and what that would mean for his life), Soos emerges on the grounds proper.

This clearly comes as a pleasant surprise to him. Weird basement, weird caves, weird giant mansion with illustrious landscaping. He can sort of dig it, if he lets the sudden, unplanned displacement roll off his back. Laugh shit off: the lifestyle. ]

Sweet mansion! For a while there I was like 'they could probably use some signs telling me where I'm going'? [ sorry if you didn't ask for this conversation, person in the vicinity. truly. ] But it totally would've ruined the surprise, dude!

[ GUESS HE'LL MEANDER ABOUT AND OFFER HIS HELP TO PEOPLE WHO... LOOK LIKE THEY NEED HELP? (Which is actually pretty much the usual for him tbh, for anyone seeking something less intro-thread. Soos is chill, he's all about the helping hand gig.) Ask where the nearest bus station is. Something. ]

[ Though it can be frankly said that much of his experience is in the 'strictly hypothetical' or 'yet to be explained satisfactorily' categories, Cooper is a man well-versed in things both strange and unfeasible. An investigator, at heart.

And Wonderland, he finds, manages to appeal greatly to his heart in that regard. Not only that: it lives up to its name. Wondrous, for better or for worse. If he didn't have quite so much unfinished business on the path behind him, Cooper's enthusiasm would perhaps be truly boundless. The tangled mass of Twin Peaks slightly dulls the sharpest edges of his curiosity, however.

Perhaps a man can't truly feel homesick for a town that was never his home. Perhaps that town, those people, and those magnificent trees were an unusual step towards a greater journey-- a place where the possible and the impossible crossed paths. Damn if he doesn't wish he'd had time to fill a thermos at the diner before making this nebulous and improbable leap.

Still, Cooper does what he does best when faced with a mystery. He keeps his priorities straight and questions everything. Featured are:

1 - Long hours logged in the entrance hall, where he can be found staring intently into the scented candles (and possibly making some notes, at least until he's found a more tape-recorder-shaped method) because they never burn out??? And he wants to know what the hell that's all about.

2 - Sitting cross-legged on the floor of any given room with an accessible closet, contemplating the closet in question (and its apparent functionality) in grave silence. Or at least temporarily. Heads up, whoever just walked near or into the doorway, he's talking to you. Don't let the fact that he's still looking at the door fool you. ]

Moment of your time, sir or madam?

[ 3 - plus who has two thumbs and is on the roof, looking for the foyer's skylight regardless of the fact that he'll literally never find it? This guy. But hey, you know, at least the view is worth the trip.

or basically any other kind of situation that isn't listed tbh, possibilities are limitless. ]

[ While she's not exactly used to waking up somewhere she didn't go to sleep, winding up in places she doesn't expect to isn't entirely out of Selina's comfort zone. Although she knows basically every inch of the city, and this certainly isn't Gotham. But that's an easy one to realize.

She's cautious at first, worried that whoever dragged her here might be around and be less than friendly, but when it proves pretty obvious that she's the only one around, at least outside, she relaxes some. Starts exploring. Peering around hedges and staring at the checkerboard hills. ...Who on earth thought that was a good idea. She must be at some rich jerk's place, considering the impeccable garden and, well, the gigantic mansion ahead of her, but just how she got there is still a mystery to her.

Assuming that this is someone's property, she's not about to go walking in the front door. Nor is she planning to knock. She wants to inspect this place a little more, and maybe grab a few things from inside before she heads back home. ...Whichever way that is.

...What? So she's a thief, it's not like rich people notice their stuff going missing.

Instead of using the door though, Selina makes her way to one of the walls, one where she sees an open window, and she begins to climb. She climbs with ease, like she's done this a hundred times or more--probably because she has. Maybe not this building, but others very like it. It's not long before she reaches the window sill and slips into the room.

Looks like a bedroom, she realizes, glancing around from her crouched position on the floor. ...Oh, and she's not alone. Damn. ]

Oh. Hey.

[ She plays it cool, offering a smile and a wave like she didn't just climb in through their window and this is all somehow a big mistake, like she walked in the wrong door instead. ]

[For someone who knows damn well that the vendors aren't going to take anything but memories, Stan sure spends a lot of time trying. He's already tried to pawn off a ~~fake~~ gold watch on them, and one day he turned up with a briefcase full of ~~counterfeit~~ hundreds. There was another time when he poured out an entire twenty-five pound bag of salt onto the counter, and another when he turned up with cartons of cigarettes, since this place is basically a prison anyway, but they wouldn't take any of it.

Today's attempt, continuing the prison currency theme, is about a hundred cans of mackerel. It goes about as well as you might imagine, and it leaves Stan storming away from the booths empty-handed (aside from the dozen or so cans he has stashed away, because you never pay everything you've got if you can help it). He's about to head back in when he catches sight of someone wandering around, and his mood turns around completely.]

...Soos? Soos! Over here! You gonna wander around all day or what?

[Despite the harshness, Stan grins and waves to flag him down like he hasn't seen the guy in ages...which, he hasn't. It's been a long few Soos-less months and it's frankly a miracle he's gotten by this long without his handyman around. (...Alright, maybe not a miracle, since it's a magic mansion and all, but he's definitely missed the guy and that's enough.)]

[Alistair stares down at the young woman who'd just casually climbed in his window in open-mouthed shock.]

Haven't you heard of doors? And knocking?

[As he speaks he shifts a bit closer to the sword and shield propped against the side of the closet, just in case. Yes, she looks small and young and harmless but she did just climb in his window for no apparent reason. She could be an assassin, trying to catch him off-guard. Or she could be a demon, if this weird estate really was some Fade dream he was trapped in. He still hadn't worked out if it was all real or not yet so he wasn't discounting demons showing up.]

I could have been naked you know!

[In fact he'd been half-way through stripping off his heavy plate armour, the pieces forming a neat pile on the floor at his feet and making him rattle slightly less than otherwise as he crosses his arms over his chest and frowns primly at her.]

[The good news for Soos is that Dipper actually loves the caves. They're one of his favorite places to explore, or even just hang out in and think when he wants to be alone (or at least unmonitored by the Mirrors.)

He's sitting in one of the caves, writing in a notebook, and he only barely glances up when Soos comes in. It's not the first time Soos has shown up somewhere weird. And he's in the middle of making a particularly interesting code.]

Oh, hey, Soos.

[......

Wait. Wonderland. Soos isn't here. Or wasn't here. He hasn't seen Soos in months. He jumps up, notebook falling to the floor, and grins.]

Soos!

[He runs in to hug him. He's missed Soos.]

Hello.

[ Natasha blinks, once, in surprise, and then her expression turns wry. A stranger — a child — with such quiet movements and easy grace. She didn't climb up completely unnoticed: there's a .22 in the folds of the blanket, hidden expertly once Natasha realised the soft, almost silent sounds against the wall didn't ring right for an adult's. ]

Something I can help you with?

[ The room is bare of character. Natasha doesn't believe in keeping many possessions and this isn't a place to make a home. The only telltale objects are two Glocks, loaded, safety off, on the table out of both their reach, and the red hourglass belt Natasha wears. ]

[ forest/grounds. With the sounds of twigs snapping and a hearty "oh jeez," a confused, nervous teenager comes out of the trees. Nature sure is amazing and oddly void of wild animals today. Not that he's complaining, generally, it's pretty cool not getting attacked in the wilderness.

Morty has no idea what the fuck is going on. He can only assume that waking up in a weird new place is directly related to his grandpa. They were due for an old fashioned just-Rick-and-Morty adventure, but you know. Damn, Rick. There are acceptable ways to start those out??? He has school in the morning.

He'll be making his way through the grounds for a while, holding his network device up like he fully expects to have to throw it and/or hit something with it in self-defense. Eventually, he'll ease up on that in favor of the proactive approach. ]

Excuse me. [ His posture is oH GOD PLEASE SPEAK ENGLISH AND DON'T TRY TO EAT HIM, but his tone is sort of half-anxious, half-oddly casual about this rigmarole. ] Uh, so I woke up out in those trees. [ Have a corresponding point towards the forest. ] And I thought, I should r-really try to find my grandpa or a ship home once I'm out. I don't wake up in the woods all the time or anything, it's-- I mean, i-it's a weird situation for me, you know? I could probably use some directions. Or a pamphlet. I don't know if this is a place with pamphlets. Pretty... pretty uninformative trees, you know?

[ mansion.

Okay so 'dangerous magical mansion' explanations aside, and Morty being Morty, he's gonna buckle down and probably find some kind of simple life enjoyment during his downtime. Or try to find it, at the very least. With his typical lifestyle comes a certain measure of naive belief that Rick will simply sort shit out and they'll get home one way or another.

In the meantime, it's like, wow what a nice view from that hall window, right? Check out that... that normal breakfast selection and that nice swimming pool. It's an improvement from the last time he got stuck somewhere for an unknown amount of time. Tree people are overrated. Maybe one of these days he'll ask the closet for a pet goldfish and see what happens. Maybe he'll walk into the library and, uh. Never actually read anything tbh, he just wants to check it out.

Wherever he goes, whatever he does, he's here to repress his discomfort with being stuck in the first place for as long as possible and to have conversations that are 99.9% awkward. ]

[How did Rick know there was a Morty in da hizouse? Does he have Morty senses? A Morty detector (like a metal detector but shitty)? Did someone just tell him?]

[Actually none of these are true but there's still a Rick kicking down the nearest door, flask in one hand and some kind of tentacle monster in the other. Only technically the tentacle monster is actually trying to eat his arm and Rick is screaming bloody Rick-murder.]

MOTHERFUCKING GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKER DIE YOU STUPID MAGICAL SHITLORD--

[Slamming his arm/tentacle monster into the nearest wall repeatedly. Oh hey, a convenient Morty. Rick waves the now hissing and shrieking tentacle monster at him.]

Morty, it's TRYING TO EAT ME MORTY IT T-TURNED ON ITS CREATOR LIKE SOME KIND OF SHITTY FRANKENSTEIN METAPHOR MORTY DON'T JUST S-STAND THERE FUCKING KILL IT!!

[ !!!!!!

Once again, wandering around and doing things that feel like the right thing to do has put Soos exactly where he needs to go. Let no one question the power of going with the flow. ]

Mr. Pines! [ He is making an instant beeline. Wherever there's a World's Best Boss on the horizon????? HE'S THERE AND HE MISSED HIM. Plus there's something about seeing a Pines in a weird situation that makes it less weird. Go figure. ] Haha, wandering around kinda was the plan. Like, a mysterious otherworldly mansion that defies all reason? Who knows what's up with that?

[ It is almost 2 spooky 2 be believed. ]

[ That is straight up quality pterodactyl bro greeting and Soos is down for it. Get in here bro get in the hug. ]

Hey, Dipper! [ He's like 80% less convinced he has to become a cave-dwelling subspecies now, because Dipper seems way too calm and bathed to be in the same boat. That's cool. ] I'd say it's funny running into you here, buuut I dunno, dude. Kinda makes sense.

[ He's laughing with you, not at you. ]

Pretty rad caves, right? Check it out!

[ PICKS UP SOME POINTY ROCKS TO USE AS WALRUS TUSKS. THIS IS FINE. ]

Good thing I turned up now and not a few minutes later then, huh?

[ She smirks, nodding to the armour on the floor. That certainly would have been more awkward, no lies there, but she's more amused with his reaction. Granted, most reactions that you get from climbing in through someone's window are pretty golden.

Standing up, she takes a glance around the room as though considering it. More like searching it for anything that might be valuable. But casually, you know, more like she's just admiring his tastes before nodding belatedly. ]

Heard of it. Knocking. Not really my style, though.

[ Looking back at him, she grins. ]

To be fair, I didn't think there was anyone in here.

Uh...

[ She's not really sure how to deal with the situation. It feels almost like she was expected, and that's a weird one for Selina. Usually she's better at surprising people. --Not that that had been the intention here, but still. ]

Not really. You know, I totally thought this mansion belonged to someone else--thought I'd surprise him, but...

[ She shrugs after trying to backpedal, like that's going to help her situation much. But looking around the room--the bareness with the exception of a pair of guns on a tabletop--makes her a little uncomfortable about the room she's just entered. And the person who's already in here with her. ]

[ Once upon a time a kid named Morty was just kind of standing in the middle of a room doing nothing because he realized he actually has nothing to do right now and also no friends and no TV and no idea where anything is.

Everything changed when the Rick nation attacked, yet also remained exactly the same.

Yeah anyway he definitely screams and puts his hands on his head, that's a thing that happens. RICK AND MORTY, chaos and tentacle monsters, the doors in Wonderland are easy to forget to lock???? That seems to him to merit some volume. ]

Rick! Wh- what is-- oh god, what is that?! I-- it's like- uhhhhhh-- [ It's like a WHAT THE FUCK, RICK, THAT THING IS TRYING TO EAT YOU AND THERE ARE NO WEAPONS IN HERE.

So step one is to panic and utilize the nearest object without even thinking about it, a la the Morty Special. The object is a pillow. Sometimes there's just- you know, there's just a lot of confusion out there and sometimes all you can do is grab a pillow. ]

[The room is pretty bare of personality to be honest. Alistair is a fairly new arrival himself and has spent too much time on the road to just make himself at home. Everything seems to be contained to a pack in the corner which spills out an assortment of clothes and personal items including several old carved stone statuettes and runestones. Of greater interest might be his coin pouch, tossed carelessly onto the bed and spilling out silver and copper pieces along with the glint of a lone gold sovereign.

And of course the increasingly annoyed warrior scowling at her. He might be called intimidating if he didn't look so petulant.]

Well there is someone here. And I don't like people sneaking in on me!

[Her grin is met with an irritated huff and he points a finger at her accusingly.]

So are you here to kill someone or steal something?

[He couldn't think of any other reason for anyone to be climbing in windows she thought led to empty rooms. Well, maybe she could be here to see someone she wasn't supposed to or rescue a prisoner. But that sort of thing only happened in stories. Mostly.]

They really are! The rocks in here are nothing like anything I've seen before. [He bounces on his heels, grinning.]

This whole places is amazing. And Mabel and Stan are here too!

[And Bill Cipher. That part is... less good.]

Stay in the place long enough, and you get used to the silence. You hear a rustle in the bushes, and you know it's not just any old forest song. It's got to be something, somebody, it's-- Yep, there we go, probably... probably a more recent arrival and of course (Christ, of course) he's got a sword, no, that figures, can't go jogging in peace one bleeding day.

At least Philip sees the guy before the guy sees him, so there's that, and how about he'll just step behind those trees here and stay hidden, or at least as hidden as anyone can be in a glaringly red tracksuit come on vegetation, do your job properly now.

...Though he could probably risk a hello. Of sorts.

"That depends. On a scale from one to ten, how urgently are you currently looking to stab other people?"

[[ OOC: Mute telepath, hi! Long post short, Philip 1.) can't speak and 2.) uses creepy telepathy to make up for that, so 3.) everything Alistair hears from him is live and colour mind-to-mind transmission, hooray! ]]

The Inquisitor had wandered in for an afternoon snack, not really surprised to find someone else there, but the head that pops out of the icebox has him startling a little in surprise. Even though the man showed no recognition of him, his encounter with the ruler of Ferelden in Recliffe had left quite an impression.

"...King Alistair?"

Brennan hadn't even known the man was here. Did Robyn know?

[ She knows the second he arrives. In her room, still trying to make it more like... well, not home, exactly, but more like what might be a semi-permanent dwelling, Robyn feels it. The Warden sits up very straight like a dog, keeps still, stares straight ahead. The mabari, Oren, mirrors her, though he's peering at Robyn as if wondering what his master is reacting to.

Like a hound with a scent, she scrambles to her feet. There's another Warden in Wonderland. The hive mind they all are linked to after the Joining has been completely silent since her arrival; there are no other Grey Wardens, no darkspawn, no Archdemons. It's nice, but not as nice as the feeling of one of them, now, not when it can be one in particular...

The brunette speeds through the halls; she's on the first floor so it doesn't take long before she's bursting through the doors, pup at her heels. She looks back and forth, breathing hard, but doesn't see anyone out in the open. The feeling persists, like a faint buzzing in her ear, and she crouches and scratches Oren under the chin. ]

Do you recognize it? Can you smell them? [ The dog can't feel the taint like she can, but he's very smart and knows the scents of those who had been in her camp. It's a good sign, one that has her heart leap in her chest when he bounds off, ushering her on. He tears across the grass and into the tree, followed closely by his owner, the bright-eyed Robyn Cousland. Close. Close. Closer. The signal feels stronger each moment and her heart almost stops when she hears the voice.

"Is anyone there?" ]

Alistair! [ She can't help it, throws caution to the wind and calls back out. It isn't much longer before she stumbles through the brush and there he is, weapon drawn, which barely fazes her.

Robyn almost (almost) just closes the distance with an exuberant hug, the same way she might have done if any of the others had arrived. Well, almost the same way. Except, she remembers too well how Morrigan hadn't known her at all, how "her Warden" had been a completely different person. The worlds didn't always match up; he might not have the same feelings as when they'd last met, or worse, might not remember her at all.

It has her stomach flipping painfully, her heart pounding in her ears. ]

Alistair? [ She repeats lightly, a wary question.

[ This is definitely a more disappointing room to have entered with how barren it is. She catches sight of the things that might be of some value, but truth be told, most of her interest is in the coin pouch once she spots it. Bingo. Probably the most valuable thing in the room.

Now to just figure out how to snag it while he's standing there, staring at her like that. ]

Like I said, man, I didn't mean to sneak up on you.

[ She holds her hands up in an attempt to look innocent. But sneaking in through a window rarely looks innocent at all, no matter what you do afterwards. But she hasn't done anything else yet, so he can't pin anything on her! ]

Me? Steal or kill? Come on, I'm just a kid...

[ There's still amusement in her expression, but she tries to hide it and really feign that innocence. But lots of people fall for the kid thing no matter what she's done prior, so hey, worth a shot, right? ]

I just don't like doors is all.

[ the mansion ]

[ so this can't be the weirdest thing that ever happened to him but it has to rank somewhere in the top 5, the other four including a very big meta-gorilla and a very real meta-shark, thank you very much. so hello, wonderland, meet barry allen who seemed to have sped into your world.

so while traveling across the multiverse is not even a matter of a maybe but rather the matter of a when, arriving here does still seem to confuse him. after all, last he'd seen, it was grodd that was sucked into a breach, not himself and he's seriously doubtful that this is what dr.wells meant when he talked of a home for grodd.

somehow, tea rooms don't really seem to scream, 'giant meta-gorilla' even if they seem to be creating cakes.

wait, do they actually do that?

have one young man who stares at those plates mattering a small, 'whoa' ]

[ the network]

so on the scale from 1 to weirdest, this absolutely ranks in the top 3.

is there any way to make my wardrobe stop producing tortillas?

Alistair doesn't yelp or jump at the voice in his head - he's better trained than that- but it's a near thing. He does flinch back, shield coming up despite there being nothing to block, his eyes widening in shock. The closest he's ever come to voices in his head is sensing the darkspawn and the archdemon. That's always been a more abstract sense though, never actual words in his actual head.

It's some kind of magic, of that he's certain. The problem is that the only kind of magic he's ever heard of that can do things to people's minds is blood magic. Or a demon. Neither of which is known for being friendly. The only thing that stops him from immediately lashing out with his templar abilities to disrupt whatever magic this is is the fact that the words themselves aren't threatening. They might be trying to get him off-guard though. So, weapons raised, he edges towards the flash of red he can see peeking out from the copse of trees up ahead.

"That depends on what you are. And what you want."

Alistair freezes in place for a moment before shaking his head frantically. "No? No. Nope, definitely not. Not me, no. Not at all." He steps away from the open door of the icebox to get a better look at the other man, still babbling.

"I mean, it's been discussed but that doesn't mean- How do you even know that?" He sets the package he's holding down on the nearest counter so he has both hands free, just in case. After spending the last few months being hunted by Loghain's forces he's a little suspicious of strange people recognising him out of nowhere. And while there's been plenty of talk about him maybe, maybe becoming king it's not exactly common knowledge.

"Who are you?"

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Alistair | Dragon Age Origins

soos ramirez | gravity falls

dale cooper | twin peaks

Selina "Cat" Kyle | Gotham

I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY

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Morty Smith | Rick and Morty

[mansion] the sound i made was not human

SMOOSHES STAN'S OLD GUY FACE TBH

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[mansion] that tag was everything i could have hoped

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Forest

Kitchen because YAY FOOD. >.>

the forest but also i do what i want (also, screeching)

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barry allen ⚡ the flash

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