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Old Oct 27th, 2013, 01:07 PM
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Episode I: Life's worth Livin'


Ahh, It's Christmas Eve. You haven't been around to fully get used to it, but you know it's some sort of Pagan celebration of overcoming winter, and something about peace and turn the other cheek, nothing you haven't heard from Peace-Raving hippies back at Golarion.

Anyway, the evening's young and you left the freezer open again, there goes your week's supply of fresh ice cream. What a waste. You look over your shoulder to the sights of all your fable friends, but ONE seems to stand out among the crowd.

Snow White.

You've always seen her around, but tonight she's something special. Her red velvet gown sways in the still wind of the balcony where she looks out into the horizon, at the distant city of New York. Sipping her glass of wine. Ever since she got out of her universe, she'd turned to the life of classiness, after all, she was always destined to be noble, even if it's fake nobleness.

but it's alright, all your friends are here. Acquaintances, too!

Most of the OTHER people are just faceless, you've either seen them strolling around or working at certain stores, but other than that you're clueless as to who they are. Who they REALLY are. Like.. Inside.

And speaking of your insides, you're really hungry, possibly because you haven't eaten anything in a while, your stomach starts to growl, luckily there's all sorts of food strewn about, Sausage Rolls, Cupcakes, and all kinds of snacklets.

There's also beer for those looking to quench their thirst. Not as strong as the stuff back home, but it's pretty good.
If you're really not interested though, I guess maybe it's time to get your Social-face on and start making friends.

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Old Oct 27th, 2013, 02:16 PM
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A young man leaned casually against the wall near the bar. He had a plate of food in one hand and a glass in the other. The glass was smoking, the alcohol slowly boiling off, but at least half of it was making it to his lips. He was heavily dressed in black, black hat, long black coat. He'd not taken the opportunity to remove them in coming inside. A pair of sunglasses were tucked into his breast pocket. Over his shoulders was a long grey scarf, unwrapped now that he was inside, but still worn.

Eventually he had to move, the wallpaper had started to smoke.

This Christmas thing was interesting. Incen may not have fit well into this new and flammable world, but having an entire world of art and music and entertainment to experience certainly made up for it. Just recently, he found out about this thing called the 80's. From the sounds of things, it would yield much that he would appreciate. It would certainly bear further investigation.

He had to admit these people knew how to make good music. If the bards back home got it into their heads to play something like this jazz, Incen probably wouldn't have had to throw so many through windows when they refused to stop playing. Stupid bards, all lutes and off-key mewling, they deserved to be thrown out a few windows.

What he didn't enjoy anymore, was work. Work used to be thrilling, exciting. Hunting criminals, taking money in return for a few well placed deaths. Now, everyone wanted everything done without violence. Most people seemed to make their livings playing with paper. Stupid paper, always bursting into flames. Even if he could handle the stuff, Incen could never do something like that for a living. He'd give it a few weeks before he got frustrated and burned the place down. Even more people seemed to make money with those little computer boxes. They sucked too, keyboards and mice, always melting under his touch. He'd managed to get a job bouncing for a rundown dive bar. At least he got to knock a few teeth out once in a while. Manager was a Fable, most of the regulars too, but it still didn't let him bust out his fire as often as he'd like.

This place was swanky. Frankly, Incen was surprised he'd been invited back. Apparently he'd damaged the buzzer awhile ago, when he was doing some deliveries. Their fault, can't build something to stand up to a little heat.

He was glad to get out of his apartment though. It was a barren unfurnished place, he had so much trouble finding consumer goods that would stand up to his heat. He got on the landlord's bad list because the refrigerator gave up the ghost, overworked from heat. It smelled constantly of singed wood and wool, blackened marks on his bedspread and the cheep wooden table and chairs.
The TV got 'basic', still hadn't exactly figured that one out, but it was good for a few hours of mindless entertainment. Sometimes, there were even movies.

Still though, he probably would have preferred the night down at the bar. Might have been some excitement. Why'd he come here in the first place again?

Oh, right, free food.
He had his plate laden with these little sausages. They were a little too springy for his tastes, but a few minutes sizzling in his palm and they were nice and crispy. The booze was good too. There was this other stuff, cheesecake. Didn't taste much like cheese, and it had a habit of melting away into a sad puddle of nothing in the presence of his sweltering heat, but it was tasty while it lasted.

Speaking of melting away, there was Zaon. Good old Zaon. Incen put on his best cheerful smile and meandered over to him.
How are you doing Your Majesty? Incen said with a wide grin. He put his arm around Zaon's shoulders. The glass of steaming gin spilled a few drops on Zaon's arm. Even through the thick wool, the temperature was broiling, near unbearable. Ah! He said with a snap of his fingers. He set down his glass on a table.
Incen reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bundle of leather. He'd cut a square of leather from what was left of his armour when he came here. He used it now to wrap up anything he didn't particularly want burnt.

You should have seen the cashier's face when I asked her to wrap it! He laughed, unrolling the pouch of leather. Inside was a small object done up in festive paper. The little green trees and fat men wearing red on the wrapping were in places scorched black.
Incen took the little parcel in a delicate hold, setting it on the table. It's probably hot. He said. You might want to give it a sec to cool off.

I have one for my best friend Noaz too. He said with a chuckle. But I didn't want to be carrying it around.
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Old Oct 28th, 2013, 04:34 AM
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The atmosphere thickens and wiggles slightly, as a newcomer arrives. It is NIALL, PURVEYOR OF FINE GOODS. On this fine winters night, she is dressed in her very best: a lovely Carmen Sandiego longcoat, her traditional bunny slippers, and one Santa Hat. She has made it her mission to collect more of these odd holiday headwears tonight, but has yet to acquire more than the one. Alas.

Snuffles, alas, had to stay home. The snow was no bueno for a hedgehog such as he, and he much preferred the comfort of the blankets to the liveliness of the party. Speaking of which, this was a night to forget. "It’s booze time now. Boooooze O’clock. I have a present for the first person to bring me something better than the Natty Ice you people insist is real liquor." It's true. She does have a small red box, just dying to be someone's friend. A post-it note falls out of her jacket as she waves the little box around, and even though it is quickly scuffled up, you manage to pick out a few words.
  • Acquire Present. Snuffles needs one too.
  • Boooooze.
  • Santa Hats - Contest with the garden gnome. Most hats wins.
  • Client wants Salvation Army bell for nefarious purposes. Must steal when cops aren't looking.
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Old Oct 28th, 2013, 05:16 AM
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Unfortunately, Marigold left her social-face at home. Or, more appropriately, she never bothered to put it on. Sure, it was a social event, but she'd never really seen eye-to-eye with many of the other fables. Especially that old hag, Snow White - beneath all that glitz, Marigold knew that all which kept that great-grandfable going was hope and prayer. That's what Nonna always told her, anyway. Good, old Maizie.

That said, Marigold had still elected to dress up for the occasion. Sure, it wasn't the same tale as back at 'home' - red, fat men giving presents to unprotected children were, surprisingly, less common back in Golarion - but there wasn't any harm in sticking with the local spirit of the gig. She'd ditched the loose tie-die affair for several layers of warm jackets and pants, just to be on the safe side trudging through all that snow, but now she felt a bit silly with such a toasty fire nearby. She could see some fellows walking around in white fuzz, jangling baubles and red hats, but she'd never bothered to pick up anything like that. Waste of space, yessir.

She could see a few familiar faces, though, amongst the chill crowd of jazzy fablefolk. Sure, a lot of people looked different with Glamours layered on them, but some people still stuck out. Those with snouts, for example, or those who wore heavy, dark clothes that looked the same regardless of whether or not they'd been burnt. Then there were people like her, who looked practically the same regardless of the veil. Most notably, grumpy, and not in the least inclined to go pursuing other fablefolk for chitter-chatter. She'd only come for the food and for the occasion.

So she made her way to the closest counter - or, well, what was left of it. The attached bar didn't seem quite as well-stocked as it once was, but at least there were still snacklets for her perusal. Scoffing being one of her natural talents, she set about filling her belly and avoiding the need to make herself any proper dinner that night.
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Old Oct 28th, 2013, 06:17 AM
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Glamour descriptionWhen hidden under the effect of glamour, Katina looks like a human woman with long blonde hair. She's not sure why that would be her human look, though she suspects that the blonde hair was due to her brown fur...? Okay she can't make any sense of it, but she doesn't really care as long as it gets the job done.
 

Pocus and Milan are likewise blonde in their glamoured form. Pocus has some sort of unrealistic combed-upward-haircut, while Milan has pigtails.
 

 


Christmas Eve is one of the few days where Katina does not wear a business suit, instead she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, as well as a bright red wool jacket to keep warm. Her children, likewise, are wearing jackets. Blue for Pocus, and pink for Milan. It would be nicer if her husband was still with them... but even if one of them is missing, she's nonetheless grateful to spend some time with her family.

Until her children started asking questions.

"Mooom, what is a Natty Ice? Can have one too, mom?" Pocus pointed toward the snazzy girl who was shouting something about trading booze for present-- Katina could swear that the Niall girl is a negative influence sometimes. "No, sweetie. It's a drink for adults, and you won't like its taste." She explained, before noticing that Milan has been dumping her food into Pocus' plate instead while they were looking at Niall. "Honey, you need eat your food, or you'll never grow up healthy!" The mother gave her young girl a stern gaze, which is met by a disappointed face. "But mom, if I eat too much now I won't have room for dessert!" she protested. "But if you only eat sweets you'll get sick, honey." Katina tried to gently explain again, before being interrupted by Pocus once more. "Mom, I'm gonna get some chocolate!" The young boy abruptly declared and ran off, causing his mother to shout and chase after him. "POCUS! COME BACK HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"
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Katina's shout is interrupted by the crowd all simultaneously stopping all the commotion, looking at the man who walked into the room with heavy yet slick footsteps, a naughty smile on his face, as he adjusts the collar on his shirt. "Oh? Please. Don't stop the celebrations on account of me." he says, as he grabs a bottle of wine from the ice bowl and moves through the crowd, the men and women eyeing him, for reasons aplenty, either they're jealous, turned on, or simply annoyed by his smugness, there's no doubt that he's got everyone's attention.

but it doesn't take long for the party to resume, with Prince Charming moving over to chit chat with the other richie richs and whatnot.

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Incen noticed the sudden quiet as the "Prince" entered. Oh. He remarked to Zaon. Now the party can start, the rich ponce is here. I noticed a distinct lack of pompous self-centered asses. But not to worry, I see that deficiency has been corrected.

You're a King aren't you? Doesn't that beat Prince? He asked. Shouldn't you be strutting it up over with him? He looked to Zaon with a conspiratorial grin. What do you think it would take to wipe that smug off his face? Incen asked in whisper. Come on, between your magic and mine, I'm sure we could pull something off.

But there had been something else that caught his attention... What was it? The shout, that was it. Incen looked, spotting the woman. Something about her, and that shrill shout was familiar. He nodded to himself. Of course, she would seem more familiar with a bludgeoning bottle in her hand. Incen smirked. It had been so easy to get a rise out of her. She got a little angry when she'd overhead him talking about one of his jobs. Left a man burning, and found it quite funny. She did not. Somehow it got out that she had lost someone to fire. Then Incen broke out his "flammable cat jokes". He seemed to recall it ended with a full bottle to the back of his skull.

But the smirk faded from his face... She had kids... He looked sorry for a moment. Damn... Now he felt bad about all those "flammable husband" jokes, well, felt worse. He could have lived with it before... But damn, she had kids...

Incen looked back to Zaon, trying to get back his carefree amiable smile. S#!T, it wasn't working. He sighed, rolling his eyes. God-damn-it. Stupid conscience! He set down his drink. Here, give me a sec. I've got to do something. He pointed to the table. Go ahead and open your gift. Keep thinking about how we can wipe that grin off the 'Prince's' face.


Incen wandered up to the boy who'd escaped his mother. Pocus? He asked. He nodded towards the Mother Cat. Come back over to your mother, I have exciting news. He gestured for him to go on.

As he approached, Incen gave Mother Cat a faint smile, also looking a little pensive. He was here to make a peace offering.

He squatted down to be level with the eyes of her children. Here kids. He beckoned. Now, I may not look it, but I'm a genie. And well, I'm getting pretty sick of all this talk about some old fat man who goes about the world granting kid's wishes. I don't want everyone to forget about who it is who first started granting wishes. So I'll tell you what, I'll give you each one wish, just for this Christmas thing... He said with a daring grin. So, what will it be?
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"Wasn't planning on it, Prince," Marigold grumbled, "no, that's too noble. Charming?" She scoffed, then took another piece of snacklet from the display to occupy herself with. It was as though his name had been designed to make him sound like a rich bastard, regardless of whether you used his first or last name. If that was even his name - who knew? Maybe, beneath his fable, he actually had a normal name. Then again, she didn't really care enough to bother finding out.

Now, on the other hand, the catfolk lady and her children? They were certainly something she was familiar with, even guised under a pile of Glamour. With the threat of the farm looming over them daily, it had probably been manageable with another fellow in the house to bring in the cash for Glamours - except she didn't have that anymore, did she? All she had now was two mouths to feed on her own, along with some soul-rending job in the city proper. By comparison, all Marigold had to do was get on some makeup and proper clothes to hide all her scars. It apparently wasn't normal around here to see a young adult walking around who looked like they'd barely escaped a deadly battle against an uncooperative blender.

There was this other guy, too, who Marigold hadn't really seem before. Or, at least, couldn't recognise - either it was a Glamour, or the suit was throwing her off. Shuffling forward through the washed, groomed and well-kept masses of the party, however small, Marigold elected to speak with him. She wasn't too interested in spending her whole time there watching celebrity fablefolk with huge egos strolling around, and meeting someone new could serve as a distraction while she filled her belly.

"It doesn't seem particularly wise to ask children what they want most in the whole world, mister," Marigold proposed in a deadpan, once she'd gotten into earshot. Especially given what these kids had been through, over their short lives. Did they even remember their father? "It's a nice gift and all, but don't you think you might disappoint them?" she queried, adding, "and to you, milady, hello. I'm not sure if we've actually met before." Either she'd left her social face at home, or she'd forgotten to take it off; she'd learned early on that it paid to be savvy.

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Katina of course stopped too when everyone went silent due to the entrance of their prince... what does it take to be rich? She let out an unconscious sigh, before realizing someone else was already leading her child back.

Katina however vaguely recognized the man... wasn't him the person who was making those tasteless jokes about flammable cats? ... and whom she hit with a bottle afterward? She missed the time before she had kids, and where she could drink alone at home without the risk of getting out of control. Katina instead returned the faint smile with an awkward smile.

"Really? I want a PS3!" The other woman's advice immediately sound true. "Hmm... can I wish for more wishes?" The little girl chimed in, obviously aiming for infinity wishes. Their mother frowned at what they're asking, and even if the man is a real genie with unlimited wish granting powers, she still wouldn't let Pocus play those PS3 games. "I afraid not." Katina said in reply to Marigold, and offered her hand. "But I'm Katina, pleased to meet you still!"

If Incen is speechless from the ridiculous requests, or wants an alternative request"Now Pocus, I told you I can't let you have a PS3 until you're old enough, ask the nice man for something... else, please." She didn't say "cheaper", in case the man is a REAL genie, and might take offend at that, but she does wish that her kids would get the hint and ask for something more modest. "Milan, everyone would have wished for more wishes in the fables if that was even an option. Don't trouble the nice man and ask for something more reasonable, okay?"

Both kids were disappointed by their mother's interjection... "I want that Natty Ice thing!" "I want something stronger than Natty Ice, preferably in can or bottle!"

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Incen briefly glanced over he shoulder at the approaching blonde. Yes, hello? I don't seem to remember asking you.

He looked back to the kids. PS3? He smirked to himself. Heh, yeh not going to happen. He felt a little badly for the kids and all, but not near enough to shell out that kind of cash. If the fat man in red was real, he was such a rube. He cracked his fingers. Not to worry, I can talk him out of this.

But then the mother did it for him. Just as well.

The new wish consensus, was "Natty Ice". Not sure what that was, but judging by the name it was alcohol. Now, wanting booze, that was something he could handle. He glanced up at the mother. Probably wouldn't sit back and watch her kids get drunk off their asses.

Incen turned back to the kids and shrugged. Well, if it is really "Natty Ice" you want. He said with a mix of indifference and disgust. But I offer you a wish. If you want a drink, why not wish for the greatest drink of all? I know of hundreds better than this "Natty Ice."

He smirked to himself. That ought to do it.

And please. "I want..." "I want..", I am a genie, aren't I? You have to wish.

Incen waited for the wishes, hopefully something he could work with. Probably would arrive in tandem too, precocious little pukes.

He conjured a force to go mix and fetch the drinks. But in the meantime...

Ah, but I see your mother will not let you have anything as exquisite as something alcoholic. He said, standing up and turning to Mother Cat. No doubt she would take it from you as soon as I provided. So, allow me to correct that too. I shall put her in a spell so she will not be able to protest. He looked down to the children. Plug your ears, these words can drive the untempered mind mad if heard outside of the spell. He leaned into Mother Cat and placed his hand between his mouth and her ear. Shirley Temple. He whispered quietly to her.
There, now it is done. He said turning back to the children. And by now his unseen force had returned with the completed drinks. He made it hand one to each of them. A syrupy red and orange fizzy drink, with a cherry on the top of each. And to bring them hovering through air to the children, That ought to be enough to impress the little brats. Quite without any alcohol, but they didn't need to know that.
Enjoy.

He turned to the blonde with a smug look of self-satisfaction. There, I think that went quite well. He said. So there was no need for any histrionic objections.
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Niall was impressed. A real christmas genie! Hollywood would be pleased. "Ahh, but don't tell the masses. Then everyone would want gifts, and you would have to be Santa Claus. You don't want to be Santa Claus, for he is very fat. I hear that's bad for your blood pressure." Perhaps that was why the elf was always so jolly. The looming threat of a heart attack would imply the need for positive thinking to stem it off, if one was unwilling to change their diet.

Still, this would not do. Niall had a silly present for the beergiver, but she did not have hats for the little kittens. Some improvisation would be needed, but what...?
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Niall reached into her pockets for MAGIC, but only managed to pull out an old pizza coupon. No, they would not be interested in that. Crud. Christmas would have to be cancelled this year.
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Zaon swayed on the spot for a moment, trying to clear his head. Lucky for him, fetchlings don't sweat, but unfortunately they sometimes need to. He weakly addressed his friend's retreating back. "I'm only a rightful king. You need a kingdom to be a real king. I'm still regal as **** though. Obviously."

Once he had his composure back, he did indeed manage to cut a regal figure: Perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect poise, the works. Fine, he was a little on the short side and he wasn't wearing any shoes, but somehow that didn't matter; he still made the average attendee look like they'd crawled out of a dumpster.
Today he was wearing a white t-shirt with a white snowflake printed on it and white 3/4 length pants, with sparkly white tinsel wrapped around his neck like a scarf.
Somewhere behind him, Noaz stalked about the party holding a black straw, sucking down the shadows of people's drinks.

Zaon got to work opening Incen's gift while he tracked down his friends and started handing out his own, all of which were wrapped in white glossy paper. For Niall, three small boxes, one of which could only be a DVD; For Incen, a couple of bottles, one large and one small; For Marigold, a much smaller box, a lumpy thing and a book, and for Katina, an envelope.

Having been Santa, he nibbled on a breadstick. "Merry Christmas, you beautiful mutants. Oh, and Katina? That's for the kids too."
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OoCAssuming Incen used orange soda or some sort of soda in the recipe instead of ginger ale.

Pocus jumped at the opportunity for a better drink, whereas Milan is quite indifferent to the offer. "Okay, I wish for the... um, whatever drink you're offering!" The young boy played along, but the girl, however, is beginning to think that this man isn't really magic. "Well... Okay, I guess I'll wish for the same stuff." Though she did the same in the end.

Katina wasn't too certain where this is going, until Incen whispered the name of that non-alcoholic cocktail. Milan actually tried to listen by not plugging her ears tightly, but fortunately the whisper was too quiet for her to hear... Not that she would recognize the name of the drink.

The two however were quite impressed by the drink hovering in the air, perhaps this man IS magic after all. "Tastes like soda." Was the first thing Milan said after having a little taste using her finger, though she soon went aww... when she saw Niall approaching, now her plan to swipe a real present is completely ruined! Pocus on the other hand is enjoying the drink a lot more. "And you told me it tasted bad!" "That's not Natty Ice, honey. And kids, remember what to say to the nice man...?"

"Thanks mister!" "Thanks mister..." They said almost simultaneously, but it was clear that one of them is happier than the other.

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Katina herself instead was surprised when another man came and handed her an envelope out of nowhere. "Oh... Thank you, Zaon." She said, remembering that she hired him a couple of times to babysit her children. "But I don't have anything to give in return." The mommy cat hesitated in accepting the gift... Did they had a Christmas trade planned? Must have been when she went to work...

OoCWow, that's a lot of information and so many things happening at the same time! Good thing is I probably won't post for 8 hours or so after this. Sleep time!

If Zaon is insist of giving, which I fully expect him to, Katina will just gratefully accept it.

Milan was trying to get an alcoholic drink so that she can go trade it with Niall for a REAL surprise gift when nobody's watching. Too bad Niall approached the party by herself, thus ruining Milan's CUNNING PLAN, since it would be rude to trade the drink right in front of Incen, wouldn't it?

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"You could've handled that a lot worse," Marigold replied, almost smiling. There was something strange about seeing an ifrit walk so well across thin ice, even if he'd been too dim to actually realise the risk involved. Or maybe he didn't care about breaking the kids' hearts if they'd asked for their father back.

Then her smile was snuffed out, and she was back to business - well, as much business as introductions were. "Marigold," she said, "a pleasure, for what it's worth." She neglected to describe herself any further, knowing full well the infamy of her heritage, even if it was clearly visible to even the slightest scrutiny. There weren't many ways for a fablefolk to be humanoid with blond hair, and the claw marks just sealed the deal. She'd learned early on that a bit of mundie make-up could make her seem a bit more normal, since scratch- and gouge-laden young females apparently weren't too common around here.

Marigold felt quite strange, lacking any presents of which to speak, and so remained silent as the conversation turned to sharing any. It reminded her, once again, that she'd only really come to this Christmas dig to scrounge up some easy food and heat for another winter night. Despite a slight twinge of guilt about not really bringing anything with her beyond her own belongings, she was actually kind of fine with that. As far as she was concerned, it was shaping up to be a rather good evening.

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Zaon waves away Katina's concerns with a smile on his face. "Oh, don't worry about that: It isn't about giving, it's about receiving! I didn't know who was doing the Christmas thing anyway, so I didn't particularly expect anything."
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