Here's what happened on the game session which took place on August the 21st, 2010.
Game Play!
The morning in Ranstoc proceeds as usual. Though for one pugilist the morning has snuck up on him. The early morning victory has been stretched for Bruno as his pet bear, admirers, groupies, and trainer sit around a table at the Ocean View Bar at the Fish Market. After checking on his bear, Oscar, Bruno goes up to the bar and orders a martini with a umbrella skewered through the olive. Apparently, Bruno thinks this makes the drink fancier. Despite the fanciness of the drink it gets Bruno just as drunk, and already being very dimwitted the drinks do not take long to get to his head.
The feeling of invincibility bubbles inside Bruno as he downs another martini. With this feeling, the urge to dance over comes him and he jumps up on the bar as the crowd starts to sing a lively drinking song. Bruno starts doing a rendition of tap dancing, but ultimately has no taps on his shoes so a lot of stomping and knocking over of drinks pursues.
Soon, the shouting and singing crowd gets replaced by the Authority. They start to shout at Bruno but to no avail. He is too drunk and too stupid to know what is going on. Then, out of the blue, Bruno thinks it would be a grand idea to pull someone up on the counter with him, which happens to be an Authority Officer. The Authority tries to apprehend and stop Bruno. The Authority ends up swinging his fists and hitting Bruno square in the jar. Bruno becomes enraged and starts to wildly swing. He hits the Authority after a few attempts, and knocks him off the counter. Though Bruno throws off his balance and falls behind the counter.
The feeling of invincibility bubbles inside Bruno as he downs another martini. With this feeling, the urge to dance over comes him and he jumps up on the bar as the crowd starts to sing a lively drinking song. Bruno starts doing a rendition of tap dancing, but ultimately has no taps on his shoes so a lot of stomping and knocking over of drinks pursues.
Soon, the shouting and singing crowd gets replaced by the Authority. They start to shout at Bruno but to no avail. He is too drunk and too stupid to know what is going on. Then, out of the blue, Bruno thinks it would be a grand idea to pull someone up on the counter with him, which happens to be an Authority Officer. The Authority tries to apprehend and stop Bruno. The Authority ends up swinging his fists and hitting Bruno square in the jar. Bruno becomes enraged and starts to wildly swing. He hits the Authority after a few attempts, and knocks him off the counter. Though Bruno throws off his balance and falls behind the counter.
Dieter's morning is also moving along. As he goes past the graveyard and sets foot on the grounds of the Night Lamp Auto and Airship Factory, he notices that there are many cars driving out of there quickly. He notes that they are too nice looking to be the common worker or even the higher paid office workers. These vehicles in fact belong to the stock holders. The sight of the robust and esteemed Quail Sefun, a philanthropist and wealthy land owner, verifies the theory. He also sees the front man and co-owner of the company, Neil Fiply, drive away from the company quickly. Though, all is not hectic as he can see the workers through the large panned windows of the factories. They are going about their business like nothing has happened. Along the wall is a group of security guards for the Night Lamp Auto and Airship company. These guards are nothing like the Authority. They wear clothes of the common man because they are workers at the plant. They're weapons are not guns, but wrenches and other tools of the trade which they use on a daily basis.
Dieter, armed with a friendly smile and a pack of cigarettes, approaches the group of security guards. Dieter offers one cigarettes and the guards takes it suspiciously. Unfortunately for Dieter they all know who he is and what his occupation is.
"Eh, you're that Dieter guy aren't ya'?" Says the guard with the cigarette.
"That I am. Looks like you are having a busy day," replies Dieter as he looks around the guards. He notes that security is a little bit higher than usual.
"Yeah, something about the offices," he takes a puff of his cigarette and thinks. "I am not sure what is going on but something in the offices has spooked all the big wigs."
"I saw them leave like a bat out of hell."
The guard nods in agreement, "For some reason they called an emergency meeting and got all us security here. It's kind of weird."
As continues to smoke his cigarette, he points toward the offices of the Night Lamp factory. The office building isn't like all the other buildings. All the factory buildings are large, square, and have large thickly panned windows. The office is ornate and slightly an odd shape, too bumpy and curved to be a rectangle or a box. And on each of the corners spires rise up, though not higher then the factories' roofs, so it seems like a hidden castle in an industrial landscape. The sculptures on the building depict workers, airships, parts of engines, and clockwork.
In the front of the office there is a parking lot for all the autos. Despite the capacity it can fit, there's only a few personnel autos which sit in it. Dieter determines that the only people who are left in the offices are the people who push papers and keep the company afloat. Dieter realized one auto stands out. It must belong to other owner of the company, Theodore Nobstic.
Surprisingly enough, Dieter gets into the offices easily without being stopped by security. Inside there is a receptionist who is barely paying attention to those who go through. Also, Dieter can see that down one of the long hallways are janitors who are mopping up something. Dieter approaches the receptionist first.
The receptionist looks up with a dull look and drones, "Welcome to the Offices of the Night Lamp Auto and Airship company."
"I have a meeting with Theodore Nobstick," he says with determination.
She blinks and looks down at the large scheduling book in front of her, "There's no appointments today. Why are you really here?"
Dieter grimaces because he was caught in a lie, "The truth is that I saw all the ruckus. Do you know what that is about?"
"They're cleaning up something down that hallway," Dully says the receptionist. Apparently no on clued her in what was going on.
Dieter goes past the receptionist and does down the hallway where the Janitors are. He can tell just from the blood splatter that is being cleaned up that no projectile weapons were used, but the weapon was something large and heavy which was used repeatedly to bludgeon someone to death. And since the janitors are cleaning up, Dieter cannot tell if there had been a struggle or not.
Naturally Dieter asks the Janitor about the what has happened. The old man in coveralls, named Abbot which is indicated by a name tag, stops for a moment and looks at Dieter.
"It was poor old Rollin Billings. He apparently was working here on the weekends. He never made it five steps from his office," Abbot points toward a door with a freshly polished plaque which had the name of the victim on it. "It looked like someone club him on the head."
Dieter goes into Mr. Billings office. The scene inside is an office of a genius. The room is plastered in blue prints, schematics, and technical drawings of machines, parts, and vehicles. On his desk a shiny name plate announces that the desk belongs to the late Rollin Billings, who also happened to be the lead designer at the factory. There are two wired baskets on the desk with the tags of "in" and "out" on them, and of course the "in" pile is bigger than the "out" pile. Also, on his desk there are perpetual motion sculptures slowly moving and ticking. By the desk there is a trash can with crumpled up pieces of paper in it. The room also has a abundance of tall file cabinets and on top of all the cabinets are what seem to be heavy brass sculptures of the vehicles which Night Lamp has made over the years.
Dieter first goes for the trash cans and takes out a few pieces of paper. The one which catches his attention the most is one which has a listing of several strange machines, such as "Linguistic Sound Wave Converter" and a "Automatic Multiphase Electric Pulse Input Amplifier". With each name there is a long list of voltage readings and schematics. But the thing which most amazes Dieter is there is blood on the very edge of the paper.
He keeps looking around the office. All the large sculptures of the vehicles look very dusty and unmoved for years, except for one. This particular model looks like it had not only been moved but cleaned recently. But who ever cleaned it missed a piece of material on the very edge, which with further inspection turned out to be blood and hair.
Also, in the office there is a cabinet open. This particular drawer, marked advanced research, looks like it has been unlocked and open. A file from this drawer looks like it had been taken out.
Meanwhile, back at the Fish Market Jesay has found her booze to put her weeds, which she found beach combing, in. Even though she does not like to stay in one place for long, the sights and sounds of the Fish Market pull her in like many other visitors and tourists. As her eyes gaze toward a shop which seems to sell knives of all shapes and sizes (though not of high quality), she sees an imposing and tall figure walk out. His face can tell a tale of displeasure and wasted time. Though how he dresses and holds himself tells a different story. Ezekeal, like anyone who has served on the Authority, holds himself in a strong and determined manner.
Intrigued by Ezekeal and in the interest of sociability, Jesay goes up the him and asks, "Are you here for the fights?"
"I may check them out," Ezekeal says as the ever present smirk climbs back on his face. "I am mostly here for some work."
"Do you know who the best pick is?"
"Well, I do know my pick is a boxer named Bruno. There might be boxers who are more skilled, but he would be the best bet."
She looks over his strong but wiry frame, "Do you do any fighting yourself?"
"I have," Ezekeal pauses fro a moment. "I mostly keep that for my profession. For my job it is necessary, but most of the time I just like to have a good time on my days off."
"Would you be interested in a certain... business deal. Assuming that you're not already working, of course," Jesay slyly chirps.
"Oh, I have a bit of time, what did you have in mind?"
"I do not think this is the best place to talk," She says as she motions him to follow her. "How about a walk by the beach?"
Ezekeal follows Jesay past all the shops at the fish market and around where the tourists dare not to tread. The surroundings are not as crowded, loud, or gaudy as in front of all the shops.
As they view the sea and the beach, Ezekeal decides to quote a little witty piece of poetry about the sea. Jesay is amused as they keep walking down to the beach to discuss business matters.
They get there and there's a moment of silence. Jesay looks into Ezekeal's eyes and says, "I don't know if you're a betting man, but there's money to be made."
"By doing what?"
"Athletes; they're always looking for that advantage. The one thing that will put them over the edge, Right?"
"Correct..."
"So what would happen if we supplied them with that advantage? or at least make them think that we supplied them with that advantage?" She slips a bottle of alcohol out of her bag and shows it to Ezekeal, "I have purchased this booze and picked some weeds by the water. I am going to combine the two to make a beverage that looks like something unique and smells like something unique. Then I am going to sell to athletes, and of course since it is alcohol so it will not enhance their performance but detract it. Then it is our job to bet on the sober athlete."
She waits for a moment and tries to read his face. Then shoots him a sly little smile, "But I need someone to make this a little more convincing. And that's where you come in. You would claim that you have seen this happen in a different town and it was amazing how this worked."
"When are you going to be doing this?"
"To be honest I do not know the schedules of the fights, but as soon as possible."
"I do have a meeting with someone to be a bodyguard, but if we can work around that then it would be a deal... for a good percentage."
"Naturally," Says Jesay as she puts back the bottle of alcohol. "I am in town for a while, I could help out with your venture too."
Evelyn is outside the Authority Office after dealing with her own business transaction. With the bounty in her pocket, she leaves the town square in hopes not to talk to any Cizinec. In a change of heart, she abandons the plan to go to the bar by the docks and decides instead to go to the Fish Mongrel by the Fish Market. She mounts her wolf and rides through the streets.
She arrives at the fish market and sees that there is a little bit of a ruckus in the market. Though, she cannot see any way to benefit from financially from that and the sight of a small crowd Authority further discourages her, so she heads toward her destination.
She heads into the Fish Mongrel. The bar looks like a well loved pair of shoes and smells about the same. The bar counter is worn and no amount of wood polish would make it look any better. Old worn paintings of sea scenes hang crooked on the scuffed up wood panel wall. The patrons are all older men who look like they have spent their time on the sea fishing. The bartender is behind the bar sitting on the stool and whittling a piece of wood.
Evelyn walks up to the bar and gets the bartenders attention, "Do you have any jobs?"
The Bartender shakes his head, "Yeah, there are." He takes from under the counter a dingy leather pouch and opens it up, "Well I guess I could..."
Suddenly, through the door an Authority marches through. He has a crumpled up piece of paper and hands it to the bartender. The Authority looks at Evelyn, and mumbles something about Cizinec underneath his breath. Evelyn, though annoyed, ignores it and lets the man leave unharmed.
"Oh my, something must have happened at the Night Lamp," Says the bartender as he puts the paper away in the leather pouch. "I don't think a little lady like you would be interested in anything like that."
"Let me see it anyway," Evelyn says with determination.
He rolls his eyes and hands the crumpled up piece of paper to Evelyn. It describes, in very little detail, a job which would pay 10,000 Pres to anyone who is willing to guard the offices of the Night Lamp Auto and Airship factory. All she needs to accept the job is to meet Theodore Nobstic at the funeral of Rollin Billings which will take part during the Mid-Afternoon.
Meanwhile, Professor Augustus Biere is riding through the streets of Ranstoc on his self-invented walker. He decides that staying with his cousin and his family for the duration of the Grand Exhibition would be more enjoyable than any inn. He first, out of good taste, picks up wine.
He navigates through his cousin's neighborhood. All the houses look the same, though most have little quirks which the owners have installed, painted, or placed themselves. Each one squarely sits behind a small brick wall and a black rod iron fence. Each yard has a garden, a porch, and a stone way path which leads from the gate to the house. In front of his cousin's house, the picturesque scene of Augustus's nephews and niece are playing in the front yard as his wife admires and tends the flowers. As for his cousin, he is on a porch swing drinking an alcoholic beverage.
Augustus's Cousin, Earnest, comes up to Augustus very enthusiastically. "Oh my!" He exclaims after looking at the white wine, "Let's go to the Fish Market! We can look at tourists, buy fish, and come back home! Then Anny the Nanny can cook the fish!"
Augustus doesn't bound off straight away for he greets Ernest's family. Igor Xavier, Augustus's faithful ape companion, climbs out of the vehicle and starts to "mingle" (or as well as a gorilla can mingle) with Cousin Ernest's family. Meanwhile Ernest climbs into the walking contraption. They start bounding off over autos and people toward the Fish Market.
When they get there, they see that the Authority is trying to stop a bar fight at the Ocean View Bar. Of course, Cousin Ernest jumps into the action. But Augustus, being a gentleman, goes up to the Authority who looks like the one in charge and asks if he could do something to stop the fight.
"Do you mind if I go into the bar and shoot off some blanks? I will not damage anything and I just hope to get their attention."
The Lead Authority thinks for a moment, "That's probably better then what we're doing right now which is beating up the civilians."
The Ocean View Bar is not like the bar Augustus remembers from previous trips to Ranstoc. It is like someone took a fine lady and replaced her fine silken clothes with a potato sack and then drug her through mud. Everyone is fighting everyone else and he even sees a bear in the midst of the chaos. Augustus raises his gun to the air and shoots. The room doesn't stop. Those who are closest to Augustus stop though and turn their mad glares and violent attentions toward him. He tries it one more time, but with no avail and more people wanting to cause him harm.
Meanwhile, Ernest is trying out his new feeling of indestructibility and is trying to fight Oscar the Bear. Finally, Ernest hits Oscar on the nose and really angers the bear. Though, Bruno notices his companion in pain and immediately comes to his aid. At this point, Augustus grabs his cousin and runs back toward the walking vehicle. Augustus has no problems getting into the contraption, but Ernest, as he is drunk, can't quite make it. August with one great pull, lifts Ernest mostly inside, though leaving his feet dangling out of the vehicle and pants starting to lower.
In a frenzy both pugilist and bear companion chase after the Professor and his cousin down the street.
Surprisingly enough, Dieter gets into the offices easily without being stopped by security. Inside there is a receptionist who is barely paying attention to those who go through. Also, Dieter can see that down one of the long hallways are janitors who are mopping up something. Dieter approaches the receptionist first.
The receptionist looks up with a dull look and drones, "Welcome to the Offices of the Night Lamp Auto and Airship company."
"I have a meeting with Theodore Nobstick," he says with determination.
She blinks and looks down at the large scheduling book in front of her, "There's no appointments today. Why are you really here?"
Dieter grimaces because he was caught in a lie, "The truth is that I saw all the ruckus. Do you know what that is about?"
"They're cleaning up something down that hallway," Dully says the receptionist. Apparently no on clued her in what was going on.
Dieter goes past the receptionist and does down the hallway where the Janitors are. He can tell just from the blood splatter that is being cleaned up that no projectile weapons were used, but the weapon was something large and heavy which was used repeatedly to bludgeon someone to death. And since the janitors are cleaning up, Dieter cannot tell if there had been a struggle or not.
Naturally Dieter asks the Janitor about the what has happened. The old man in coveralls, named Abbot which is indicated by a name tag, stops for a moment and looks at Dieter.
"It was poor old Rollin Billings. He apparently was working here on the weekends. He never made it five steps from his office," Abbot points toward a door with a freshly polished plaque which had the name of the victim on it. "It looked like someone club him on the head."
Dieter goes into Mr. Billings office. The scene inside is an office of a genius. The room is plastered in blue prints, schematics, and technical drawings of machines, parts, and vehicles. On his desk a shiny name plate announces that the desk belongs to the late Rollin Billings, who also happened to be the lead designer at the factory. There are two wired baskets on the desk with the tags of "in" and "out" on them, and of course the "in" pile is bigger than the "out" pile. Also, on his desk there are perpetual motion sculptures slowly moving and ticking. By the desk there is a trash can with crumpled up pieces of paper in it. The room also has a abundance of tall file cabinets and on top of all the cabinets are what seem to be heavy brass sculptures of the vehicles which Night Lamp has made over the years.
Dieter first goes for the trash cans and takes out a few pieces of paper. The one which catches his attention the most is one which has a listing of several strange machines, such as "Linguistic Sound Wave Converter" and a "Automatic Multiphase Electric Pulse Input Amplifier". With each name there is a long list of voltage readings and schematics. But the thing which most amazes Dieter is there is blood on the very edge of the paper.
He keeps looking around the office. All the large sculptures of the vehicles look very dusty and unmoved for years, except for one. This particular model looks like it had not only been moved but cleaned recently. But who ever cleaned it missed a piece of material on the very edge, which with further inspection turned out to be blood and hair.
Also, in the office there is a cabinet open. This particular drawer, marked advanced research, looks like it has been unlocked and open. A file from this drawer looks like it had been taken out.
Meanwhile, back at the Fish Market Jesay has found her booze to put her weeds, which she found beach combing, in. Even though she does not like to stay in one place for long, the sights and sounds of the Fish Market pull her in like many other visitors and tourists. As her eyes gaze toward a shop which seems to sell knives of all shapes and sizes (though not of high quality), she sees an imposing and tall figure walk out. His face can tell a tale of displeasure and wasted time. Though how he dresses and holds himself tells a different story. Ezekeal, like anyone who has served on the Authority, holds himself in a strong and determined manner.
Intrigued by Ezekeal and in the interest of sociability, Jesay goes up the him and asks, "Are you here for the fights?"
"I may check them out," Ezekeal says as the ever present smirk climbs back on his face. "I am mostly here for some work."
"Do you know who the best pick is?"
"Well, I do know my pick is a boxer named Bruno. There might be boxers who are more skilled, but he would be the best bet."
She looks over his strong but wiry frame, "Do you do any fighting yourself?"
"I have," Ezekeal pauses fro a moment. "I mostly keep that for my profession. For my job it is necessary, but most of the time I just like to have a good time on my days off."
"Would you be interested in a certain... business deal. Assuming that you're not already working, of course," Jesay slyly chirps.
"Oh, I have a bit of time, what did you have in mind?"
"I do not think this is the best place to talk," She says as she motions him to follow her. "How about a walk by the beach?"
Ezekeal follows Jesay past all the shops at the fish market and around where the tourists dare not to tread. The surroundings are not as crowded, loud, or gaudy as in front of all the shops.
As they view the sea and the beach, Ezekeal decides to quote a little witty piece of poetry about the sea. Jesay is amused as they keep walking down to the beach to discuss business matters.
They get there and there's a moment of silence. Jesay looks into Ezekeal's eyes and says, "I don't know if you're a betting man, but there's money to be made."
"By doing what?"
"Athletes; they're always looking for that advantage. The one thing that will put them over the edge, Right?"
"Correct..."
"So what would happen if we supplied them with that advantage? or at least make them think that we supplied them with that advantage?" She slips a bottle of alcohol out of her bag and shows it to Ezekeal, "I have purchased this booze and picked some weeds by the water. I am going to combine the two to make a beverage that looks like something unique and smells like something unique. Then I am going to sell to athletes, and of course since it is alcohol so it will not enhance their performance but detract it. Then it is our job to bet on the sober athlete."
She waits for a moment and tries to read his face. Then shoots him a sly little smile, "But I need someone to make this a little more convincing. And that's where you come in. You would claim that you have seen this happen in a different town and it was amazing how this worked."
"When are you going to be doing this?"
"To be honest I do not know the schedules of the fights, but as soon as possible."
"I do have a meeting with someone to be a bodyguard, but if we can work around that then it would be a deal... for a good percentage."
"Naturally," Says Jesay as she puts back the bottle of alcohol. "I am in town for a while, I could help out with your venture too."
Evelyn is outside the Authority Office after dealing with her own business transaction. With the bounty in her pocket, she leaves the town square in hopes not to talk to any Cizinec. In a change of heart, she abandons the plan to go to the bar by the docks and decides instead to go to the Fish Mongrel by the Fish Market. She mounts her wolf and rides through the streets.
She arrives at the fish market and sees that there is a little bit of a ruckus in the market. Though, she cannot see any way to benefit from financially from that and the sight of a small crowd Authority further discourages her, so she heads toward her destination.
She heads into the Fish Mongrel. The bar looks like a well loved pair of shoes and smells about the same. The bar counter is worn and no amount of wood polish would make it look any better. Old worn paintings of sea scenes hang crooked on the scuffed up wood panel wall. The patrons are all older men who look like they have spent their time on the sea fishing. The bartender is behind the bar sitting on the stool and whittling a piece of wood.
Evelyn walks up to the bar and gets the bartenders attention, "Do you have any jobs?"
The Bartender shakes his head, "Yeah, there are." He takes from under the counter a dingy leather pouch and opens it up, "Well I guess I could..."
Suddenly, through the door an Authority marches through. He has a crumpled up piece of paper and hands it to the bartender. The Authority looks at Evelyn, and mumbles something about Cizinec underneath his breath. Evelyn, though annoyed, ignores it and lets the man leave unharmed.
"Oh my, something must have happened at the Night Lamp," Says the bartender as he puts the paper away in the leather pouch. "I don't think a little lady like you would be interested in anything like that."
"Let me see it anyway," Evelyn says with determination.
He rolls his eyes and hands the crumpled up piece of paper to Evelyn. It describes, in very little detail, a job which would pay 10,000 Pres to anyone who is willing to guard the offices of the Night Lamp Auto and Airship factory. All she needs to accept the job is to meet Theodore Nobstic at the funeral of Rollin Billings which will take part during the Mid-Afternoon.
Meanwhile, Professor Augustus Biere is riding through the streets of Ranstoc on his self-invented walker. He decides that staying with his cousin and his family for the duration of the Grand Exhibition would be more enjoyable than any inn. He first, out of good taste, picks up wine.
He navigates through his cousin's neighborhood. All the houses look the same, though most have little quirks which the owners have installed, painted, or placed themselves. Each one squarely sits behind a small brick wall and a black rod iron fence. Each yard has a garden, a porch, and a stone way path which leads from the gate to the house. In front of his cousin's house, the picturesque scene of Augustus's nephews and niece are playing in the front yard as his wife admires and tends the flowers. As for his cousin, he is on a porch swing drinking an alcoholic beverage.
Augustus's Cousin, Earnest, comes up to Augustus very enthusiastically. "Oh my!" He exclaims after looking at the white wine, "Let's go to the Fish Market! We can look at tourists, buy fish, and come back home! Then Anny the Nanny can cook the fish!"
Augustus doesn't bound off straight away for he greets Ernest's family. Igor Xavier, Augustus's faithful ape companion, climbs out of the vehicle and starts to "mingle" (or as well as a gorilla can mingle) with Cousin Ernest's family. Meanwhile Ernest climbs into the walking contraption. They start bounding off over autos and people toward the Fish Market.
When they get there, they see that the Authority is trying to stop a bar fight at the Ocean View Bar. Of course, Cousin Ernest jumps into the action. But Augustus, being a gentleman, goes up to the Authority who looks like the one in charge and asks if he could do something to stop the fight.
"Do you mind if I go into the bar and shoot off some blanks? I will not damage anything and I just hope to get their attention."
The Lead Authority thinks for a moment, "That's probably better then what we're doing right now which is beating up the civilians."
The Ocean View Bar is not like the bar Augustus remembers from previous trips to Ranstoc. It is like someone took a fine lady and replaced her fine silken clothes with a potato sack and then drug her through mud. Everyone is fighting everyone else and he even sees a bear in the midst of the chaos. Augustus raises his gun to the air and shoots. The room doesn't stop. Those who are closest to Augustus stop though and turn their mad glares and violent attentions toward him. He tries it one more time, but with no avail and more people wanting to cause him harm.
Meanwhile, Ernest is trying out his new feeling of indestructibility and is trying to fight Oscar the Bear. Finally, Ernest hits Oscar on the nose and really angers the bear. Though, Bruno notices his companion in pain and immediately comes to his aid. At this point, Augustus grabs his cousin and runs back toward the walking vehicle. Augustus has no problems getting into the contraption, but Ernest, as he is drunk, can't quite make it. August with one great pull, lifts Ernest mostly inside, though leaving his feet dangling out of the vehicle and pants starting to lower.
In a frenzy both pugilist and bear companion chase after the Professor and his cousin down the street.
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