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Post by Sarah Jane on Jun 20, 2011 0:11:07 GMT -5
He was a loner. To what degree the happy people around him could not guess. He was a man forced to live his life wearing a mask, even if it only existed in his mind. Once a year, he could be himself and drop that mask. Freedom. Burning Man. Black Rock City. The biggest party on Earth He wore quite a costume that reflected his true self, and he had spent months designing and constructing. Long stilts were attached to both arms and legs so he could run on all fours, but up high, looming over the people. He had a gas mask and goggles to protect him from the occasional dust storms. He could move through the blowing sands with almost Astronaut like protection from the high-tech thick black material that covered him and his extended limbs like an animal hide. Best of all were the series of ridges down his back that were pipes of just the right metal and size that drew air up through and around him to keep him cool. It was perfectly engineered so that his own body heat started the air draw like a good siphon. The man, who thought of himself as the Strider for these few days was appreciated and accepted for himself. For his beauty for his strangeness. He spoke to no one, but he went everywhere. ((Cameo post, please do not engage)) ((No pressure to include a video. If you find one you wish to work with, go ahead, but watch the PG-13 rating, and original characters most welcome. Surfing for Burning Man videos is not recommended for those under 18.)) |
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Post by izzysmith on Sept 13, 2011 0:02:36 GMT -5
Izzy recied the distress call From Sarah Jane and parked the Tarids that he "Barrowed" right in the middle of the salt flats where the festival stood. he had decide to disguise the Tardis as a sort of Jackson Pollock painted box. inside he had the materials that Sarah Jane requested.
he sat back kicking his feet up listing to Sinatra. the music brought him Back to the time He and Sarah Jane and the Doctor Met him "Good Times..."
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Post by The Master on Sept 13, 2011 11:33:12 GMT -5
In a sea of outlandish costumes and counterculture behavior, he did not stand out much. He drifted through the crowd, allowing blank stares and words of appreciation alike to wash over him without comment.
Finally, a figure in outlandish clothing of tire rubber and pvc pipe stopped him. "That is amazing!" the figure said. "How long did it take you to make that costume?"
He regarded the coolly. "Cos-tume?" his electronic voice shrilled.
The figure laughed. "Yeah, alright. That's cool, man. But I tell you what, you oughta drop back by here this evening. I've got some of the good stuff, you know what I mean, and I know some people who'll wanna party with you!"
"Par-ty?" he asked in his shrill electronic voice.
"Oh, yeah, my man." He leaned in close, draping an arm around the carapace. "But confidentially, bring the plunger arm. There's a couple that'll be there that will be all over that."
"I... will think about it."
"Great! I'll see you here, then."
Irkk watched him leave. He was visiting here to try to understand humanoid culture. This? This was not helping.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 26, 2011 20:58:41 GMT -5
They drove through the wild edges of the worlds biggest party, the girls reacting predictably in the back of the car. Sarah Jane started to feel safe again, here in the swarms of very uncontrolled humanity. Izzy, she saw, had not waited for them to arrive. She was rather pleased, not thinking he would take such initiative when there was dancing to be had. There it was. Nearly six stories tall. A huge, inflatable Police Call Box. A big bouncy one. It was like the castles and such they had at childrens parties, but this one was special made to stand the heat of the desert, and the attention of a bunch of wild adults. She bet it was already hitting Youtube and Twitter. Surely, they could come. She hoped all the Doctor's friends would come. She hoped they came quickly.  OOC -To find out what is brewing, check out this page. To keep an eye on the latest developments, go to the end of the thread. Choose your side, and come for a wild ride. No need to read this part though if you don't wish. Clearly, you're pro-Doctor or not. Mostly. whoniverse-rp.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=doctorten&action=display&thread=5092&page=7 |
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Post by The Master on Sept 26, 2011 21:38:30 GMT -5
Irkk still did not understand what the purpose of this event was, although he had it narrowed down to a few possibilities. The first was a kaledoid mating ritual of some sort, as procreative activities were certainly taking place. The second was some sort of technological trade show, although many of the constructs in evidence were of limited functionality.
The third option was that the sentients of Sol-III banished their mental defectives to this desert. That was seeming more and more likely, although it didn't quite match with what he knew of their cultures. Also, it would have been more efficient to reprocess them for nutrients and fertilizers, so he decided that the third option was unlikely.
And then he saw it. Twenty-five meters tall and attracting the attention of every kaledoid at the event.
A representation of the time capsule of Ka Faraq Gatri.
He pushed a button within the travel machine, opening a communications channel to the Slyther. "Ahuur," he said, "Have Chovek standing for an assault operation. Tell him to choose four Daleks and a dozen of the non-Dalek crew, and have them ready to go at a moment's notice starting in ten rells."
He swiveled his optical turret to stare at the enormous blue box with its enigmatic "HELP HERE" sign. "Tell him,' Irkk continued, "Tell him that the storm is coming."
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Post by Alec Harrison on Sept 26, 2011 22:59:50 GMT -5
The sound of three Tardises materializing erupted throughout Black Rock City. One was different. One was a blue box. The others were the same. On the inside. On the outside, very much different. Much like their owners...
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The younger Alec Harrison- the Dark Lord, trudged out of his Tardis. Why was he here? Was it important? He was here, he couldn't deny that. Sort of an undeniable thing. Undeniable things were dangerous. He of all people would know that. Like the undeniable fact that he was bound to die soon if he continued his pattern and habits, or that he was irrevocably, undoubtedly at an expressionist festival. This was insane. If he expressed himself it would be a mixture of a stabbing sound and ear-popping sonic opera. And no one wanted to hear that.
The Dark Lord reached into his multidimensional pack of fun things, which included a six-shooter somewhere, and pulled out a large, thin, cyliderical object. He opened it, turned it upside down, and out slid a collapsable lawn chair, which popped open on impact. He found a less ostentatiously populated area, and a bit of shade. Sliding a large pair of head-phones/earmuffs over his head, he closed his eyes and later back. Maybe he could fall asleep. That would be great. He felt the warm sun across his face, and drifted off.
Nearly fifty feet away, the blue box appeared. Out stepped a kindly-looking old man with raven hair and a smile tinted with a Chesire grin. Immediately he was shoved, by a gangly-looking man, who gave him a cross look.
"Ye' theenk tha's foolin' us all, doesn't tha? I know how's it be done, with mirrors and dust!" a hefty "Yorkshire" man assumed.
The Doctor grinned.
"You're a smart one. Had I been in your position, I never would've guessed. Props to you." he said, trying and succeeding to complete the sentence without sounding sarcastic. It was necessary to let him think he was right.
The Timelord thought hard. His companions were on vacation, and he had decided against telling them he was going to Black Rock City. But what conquered his mind was not that, it was his lack of extreme self-expression. He estimated the crime to fashion of an outfit was expression enough in this time of humanity. He mentally shrugged. These clothes looked great back in the nineties. And the 3000s, what was up with that? He gazed out into the crowd, and noticed a man sitting down, asleep. He found this to be a particularly curious way to express oneself. The Doctor had heard much about Black Rock, but he couldn't help wondering if he'd have a good time.
About ten yards away, at this exact time, another Tardis materialized. Out tumbled Alec Harrison, in his next incarnation. Smoke rose from the doors of the "R.V." and it scared the Timelord in a way he couldn't imagine. First the failure to go where he wanted, now this...
He happened to glance over at a young man sitting in a chair. He gaped, shocked to the core. He remembered this now. Just as he realized who he was looking at, time caught up, and he fell backwards, unconscious...
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Ten minutes ago, Black Rock City
Malcolm Asutian had made a quiet appearance, deciding to "pop" into the Burning Man in a store-room. He looked around, finally locking his eyes on a dummy. He chuckled. This was to be used as the "burning man" for this year. He reached forward when the most terrifying thing happened. Time fought back. The vortex manipulator malfunctioned, and the nearest entity with vortex cell structure signs was affected. That is to say, Malcolm.
Technically, just about anything could've happened. But by Asutian's luck, something special happened. He felt a strange paralysis, almost comatose, but of the flesh. He fell forward, and his skin developed an almost plastic texture. Luckily, a man opened the door in a matter of seconds.
"Hey Arnold, which dummy should we use?"
"Definately that one, it's so life like!"
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Post by The Inventor on Sept 27, 2011 16:57:48 GMT -5
The Inventor, in his usual short sleeve collared shirt, which was blue today, blue jeans, his pair of steel-toed boots, and leather jacket stepped out of his TARDIS, which was disguised as a sculpture of sorts that looked like a door. He decided to lock the door, wouldn't want someone to just walk in, although here it would be easier to explain. He started to walk around and watch in fascination at some of the marvels, sculptures, and indescribable things.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 27, 2011 17:57:58 GMT -5
She and the girls got out of the car and got to work taking taking pictures and video to upload them. In the next 20 minutes, it should be viral. Izzy she greeted with grave gratitude. He had the crate. He'd gotten it. Somehow. She owed him everything now. Sarah Jane knelt in the desert and started using a crow bar on a large crate. It was a gifting society, and she had a gift for them all. She and Lutessa had barely slept, ever brainstorming on how to spread the Word. People were already jumping around inside the huge inflatable TARDIS mock up. It was cool in there, and would stay cool even in the mid day sun. Sometimes gadgets made all the difference. Lights spun around and blinked inside. Soon they would even have music. There was more than one way to use gold to fight Cybermen. It also made good money. What was in these crates now could not be had on Earth, or be bought with anything found on Earth. Luckily, she still had connections from back in her days on the Eyes of Zeus. |
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Post by The Master on Sept 28, 2011 21:28:11 GMT -5
 The ship drifted beyond the Kuiper Belt, subsisting, as it had done for long milennia, on minimum power gleaned from cosmic radiation. But now it was beginning to awaken. Figures in flexible mesh began to stir as onboard systems booted to sluggish life. Self-repair systems initiated, beginning the laborious work of repairing age-worn components. Probes were launched. Passive and active scanners went into operation. "whEre Are wE?" asked a black-helmeted figure, speaking in an odd, sing-song voice. "sPECtRal ANalYSis inDICaTE wE arE iN oUr oRIgiN sYSteM," answered another figure. "wE hAVe tELeMEtrY fROm tHE tHIRd pLAnET," announced a third. "sHOw mE," ordered the black-helmeted figure. It was the scene from the Burning Man festival, showing the giant inflatable TARDIS. "tHE dOCTor?" asked the black-helmeted figure. "tHE wrITinG oN tHE icON sAYs aS mUCh," confirmed the third figure. There was silence for several heartbeats. "pLOt a cOURse fOr tHE tHIrD pLANet." |
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Post by Blue on Sept 29, 2011 23:57:48 GMT -5
He didn't actually remember why he had decided to grace this festival with his amazing presence, but obviously the Frenchman had deemed it important enough to travel. It wasn't as though Rio needed an excuse, but traveling to the Americas was slightly different than hitchhiking across Europe and Asia. But he'd managed it – a mixture of using his French charm and maybe a few morally questionable methods – and now? Now he was under the blazing sun, grumbling to himself about how nobody had told him America was a desert. Yeah. Amber waves of grain? Majestic mountains? He was seeing none of it.
Oh well.
Rio stretched his arms out, observing everyone around him. There were people walking around on stilts, people dressed like Daleks, and inflatable... police boxes? He quirked an eyebrow, wondering about just how many the Doctor spread himself around for. Sure, he'd only met two of the Doctors (it still threw the simple man that they were the same person when they were so different) – the irritating one in the fez (with the cute Scottish woman) and the kind old one with the recorder (with the cute Scottish man).
To make up for his lack of spectacular appearance, Rio had broken into his bag, removing anything at all that could constitute as something. What resulted was Rio covered from his cheeks to abdomen with paint – the shape of various flowers, rainbows, peace signs, and Daleks. He did love Daleks – and those weirdo statues, but he couldn't draw that. The Dalek looked more like a jar with a stick coming out, but he knew what it meant. He'd long since abandoned his shirt in a desperate attempt to cool off, stuffing it in the depths of his messenger bag.
Blue was not such a big fan of festivals of any kind. When the Doctor had announced they'd be going off – after Zoe and Jamie had left – he'd been... well, neutral. Sure, maybe he was unsettled by a large group of humans (which festivals usually implied) but he did enjoy the Doctor's company. Except when he played the recorder. And then the Doctor's company was tolerable at best. Blue was in the form of a short-haired kitten, following the Doctor dutifully. As the man began to speak to his owner, Blue felt his fur begin to rise.
He managed to keep his temper. The man moved away fairly quickly – probably due to the alien's dismissive manner and not due to the nonthreatening kitty.
The Djinn sighed and pressed against his owner, glancing casually around to see if anyone was watching. He turned into a small dove and fluttered to the Doctor's shoulder. “The first time I went to a festival,” he said quietly, “it was to celebrate someone's death.” The bird cooed and switched shoulders restlessly. “Humans are very strange. Does your species have festivals?”
He looked around distrustfully. “Most of these people aren't even human,” he said, merely to keep talking. He tried to avoid the Doctor's other companions; the girl was far too... too... well. There was just something about her that made Blue skittish. And he couldn't understand a word that came out of the Scot's mouth. So, when it was just the Doctor and Blue, the Djinn was unnaturally chatty.
For better or for worst.
She hated the heat. Susan growled quietly and put her hat back on, grumbling under her breath. “'Come to Nevada,' they said,” she groused, hurrying underneath a giant – well, who the hell knew what it was? – for the shade. “'It's almost like the Bahamas', they said. Pah! Like the Bahamas my grumpy hat. I don't see the water. Do you?” she demanded, glowering over to the nearest person. The man blinked and walked off. “Neither do I!” she called. “Hmph. And I especially don't see the cute pool boys.”
She unruffled her dress, stepping back into the sun's rays.
Anyway, the whole adventure was going fantastic. She hadn't come to 'express herself', but she supposed that placing a weird hat on her head was enough. She had come to watch the humans in their natural habitat.
And then she saw the giant TARDIS.
Susan growled and turned around roughly, slamming into some guy with stilts. The man stumbled away, knocking over a few other groups in the process. The Time Lady winced and hurried off, making a mental note to avoid men with stilts in the future.
Her eyes drifted over to a man napping in the shade. A dormant part of her telepathy stirred; recognizing another Time Lord. She stepped closer hesitantly, obnoxiously putting her hand in front of the sun, casting a shadow of his face. “Alec? What are you doing here?” she chirped brightly. It was an earlier version of the one she knew; but he was still her friend. She removed her hand, allowing the sun to hit him once more.
Well. She couldn't find cute pool boys, but she decided that Alec Harrison was just as good.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 30, 2011 0:53:20 GMT -5
Denatus Lux:
Denatus had been on earth for several years now, learning the place of every canyon, every sea and every desert by simply traveling and listening.
And he had never forgotten his first encounter with a human.
The most resilliant and wonderfull species he had ever met.
Nearly as beautiful as the Lux he belonged to.
Earth had become like a second home to him, so much glass that welcomed his skin.
And far more exiting as Lucis, he had been shot at, stabbed and several times he had been attacked by other species.
His skin was already riddled in thin cracks, nothing serious.
And he wouldn't die anytime soon, he just appeared to be older and less formal.
It had taken him a full day to single out his favorite mind, his most familiar mind. But he had heard her thoughts very clearly the last time he honed in on her mind.
Sarah Jane, the first human he met needed help. And he would gladly help her with anything.
Sand whipped up from underneath the sudden blast of golden light.
The portal appearing in mid air before the figure stepped through.
She was somewhere in this desert, and he would find her.
The lux appeared right next to one of the many space crafts and could clearly pick up their alien feel.
Leaving strange heat in the air as he dragged his fingertips along the machine.
It took him a few seconds to notice the trapped air near him, a large inflatible thing smack in the middle of the desert.
It had to be her work.
Knowing she was close by Denatus slipped his hands from his pockets and leaned his head forward a tad bit.
Zeroing in on the mind link he had made 'Sarah Jane?...I believe you asked for help?'
It had been years since he had last seen her. He just hoped she would still remember him.
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Post by Archetype2 on Sept 30, 2011 18:01:12 GMT -5
Both girls stared at the area around them, so many people. Tess smiled and suck near Sarah Jane...just in case something happened. A light breeze blowing her red hair around herself, the hair having fallen from its little hair style from earlier. There was no point in keeping it that way...no point at all really since they weren't anywhere that required fancy hair styles. She watched them, all the people around their area...there were so many of them here. A thought dawned on the girl as she realized, with a bit of annoyance that she was dressed in a professional manner in a place that was far from professional. -------- Kenzi followed the other redhead and the women who had effectively saved her ars from being held in that stupid facility. Careful to keep track of everything around her; vortex manipulator strapped onto her wrist as she stared wide eyed at the place they now stood within. It was EPIC, she'd heard of this festival before and now she was there. Ice blue eyes scanned the area, finding whatever they could of interest as her dark hair swirled around with the wind. She'd removed the wig as soon as they'd gotten out of the sight line of the military men, it was her disguise and if it wasn't needed then why keep it on. There would probably be questions if it had been noticed but the slightly younger girl had kept her mouth shut thus far. -------- A small light emanated for only a second within a dark section of the festival. From this light stepped a women with long red hair and somewhat cold emerald eyes. The figured dressed in dark clothing and focused in on the small ground of women consisting of the Journalist slash alien fighting world saver, the young Time Lady who didn't know at that time that she was a Time Lady and..to her unshowing joy, a younger version of herself all wide eyed and interested. "Such a child, so innocent." she mused as she watched with interest. As she watched, a very tanked man half walked half stumbled over toward the group she'd been observing. He grinned at the two teenagers, breath reeking of alcohol as he spoke. "Hey....whatchya doin' here dressed like that?" he inquired with some what of a mocking tone. A sly look spread on his face...he was not a good person, the very meaning of creeper. Raising his hand to the small redheads shoulder he spun her around to face him, a very disturbing look in his eyes as he stared at her. She'd ignored him, thinking he'd go away, thats what teachers told children in school right? ignore the person whose bugging you and they'll go away? She'd read about that and so far...it wasn't working. To her credit, the older redhead, looking to be somewhere in her twenties remember this and remember that seh would have to intervene. Stepping forward quickly she grabbed the man's hands off her younger self's shoulders and shoved them behind his back forcefully, no doubt causing the man a hefty amount of pain as she did so. "Keep your hands off the kid." she warned, venom practically dripping from her voice as she did. The man was a time Traveler like her but he was a horrible person, she had her not-no nice vises of course but that was on rare occasions. She knew him and he knew her. Seeing the women from the corner of his eye, the man grinned and looked at the kid. "Heya Lucy." he greeted through his drunkinness. He looked then, at the redhead he had just come in unwanted contact with and back to his currently pain causing contact before grinning. "Oh Luce...Lucy Lucy Lucy...wasn't there some kinda rule 'bout crossing your own time line? " he asked, using the nickname he had always used for her. He'd said it...given away her little secret, she didn't remember that part then again maybe that was because the younger her was a bit shocked...or to many things had happened after that? She hadn't been able to stop him from saying what he had so instead, she kicked him in the back of the leg but not hard enough to knock him over. "Malachi...shut up and for the last time stop calling me Lucy." the women commanded as she released the man's arms so he could leave. Maybe they wouldn't get it, maybe it would fly over their heads, he'd called her Lucy and no one ever did that at this point in her time line, no one called her Lucy and no one called her Mercy except this man and her contacts but the teenage redhead hadn't met them yet. As he left however, he solidified any doubt that may have been in teh minds of Sarah Jane, Kenzi and the women's younger self. "Hey, see you in 2014 mini-Luce." he said, waving his hand at the teenage Lutessa. The older redhead mentally kicked herself for like the seventyeth time that week as Malachi spoke, annoyance clear on her face for several seconds. "Oh and don't worry I'll tell the others you say hi Lucy...or mercy or whatever they call you that I don't." the rather drunk man exclaimed as he wandered off away from the group of women. Maybe they didn't notice that, maybe everyone is to captivated with the awesomeness that I remember this trip being? Perhaps Sarah Jane didn't notice or....god damnit Malachi!! the future Tess thought, she knew these thoughts were futile, Sarah Jane Smith was nothing if not thurough and protective of her younger self. She was her mother, no matter what so fat chance the conversation and attempted assault on her past-person went unseen and thought about. She was screwed....plane and simple. (long post, yay. Ok so I don't know how to describe this outfit so feel free to do that if you want.  [/color]) |
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Post by Alec Harrison on Oct 1, 2011 12:28:55 GMT -5
The Doctor smiled as a dove, which he didn't realize was Blue until he spoke, landed on his shoulder.
"The first time I went to a festival,” he said quietly, “it was to celebrate someone's death.”
"That sounds like a lively occasion." he responded, turning his head to glance around the desert.
The bird cooed and switched shoulders restlessly. “Humans are very strange. Does your species have festivals?”
The Doctor sucked in his cheeks slightly.
"Sometimes."
Blue looked around distrustfully. “Most of these people aren't even human,” he said.
"I wouldn't be so quick to judge the inhuman, my friend." he reminded the Djinn.
He spotted a large blue inflatable, and was musing at it's resemblance to the Tardis, when he noticed the lettering. Signed SJ. He thought back to meeting another time traveler, one who traveled with a person named... Sarah Jane? Indeed, Sarah Jane Smith.
"Blue? I think I know why we're here."
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"Alec? What are you doing here?"
The Timelord sighed. He recognized the voice. He'd heard it so many times, indeed. Alec stood up, pulling the sunglasses and headphones off.
"I guess I should ask you the same thing."
He spotted a man lying in the sand about fifty feet away and suddenly felt very ill. He promptly fell to the ground. Alec, the good one, awoke, spotting himself fall and Susan standing beside that incarnation. He waved, forgetting himself for a moment in happiness to see Susan again. He walked over slowly, carefully and a crooked smile floating on his lips.
"This is going to be complicated." Alec's smile turned sad and apologetic.
He didn't want to drag her into what would surely be a "personal" war, but he could refuse help... If she offered.
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Post by The First Doctor on Oct 1, 2011 21:00:07 GMT -5
Ben was 23, a bass guitarist in a modestly successful Nightwish tribute band, and a gearhead. He'd also spent a month hitchhiking across the country to get to Burning Man. A month of trying to catch rides, of doing odd jobs for meals, and of excruciating boredom (and discomfort - sleeping rough also meant sleeping badly).
It had all been worth it. The costumes, the bands, the sights...
The giant blue box.
Ben had no idea what that was about, or who the help it was appealing for was, but it was bad-a**!
So, with two six-packs of Bud and half of some mushroom that had been passed around in him, Ben came to a decision. He was now standing in front of the giant inflatable box, naked and painted blue.
"I am your help!" he was shouting, shaking his fists (and much of the rest of his anatomy) as the crowed roared and cheered, "I will help you!"
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Post by Sarah Jane on Oct 2, 2011 12:55:23 GMT -5
((Scott, I have saved your work and sent you a PM. It was my turn. Please, everyone, hold on for a moment while I finish compiling the half dozen things that just happened at Camp Big Inflatable TARDIS! It's a lot. I think I can tie it together, but give me a moment, please. I'd like to be up next.))
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