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Post by melcaroni on May 3, 2016 9:01:20 GMT
Melody's Apartment Of Fun And Bees:
What do I do for a living...?
It dawned on her that she was about to answer that question with the words "i'm an idol". Right then and there, she could feel a piece of her soul shave off, like a chunk from an iceberg, and crash into the sea. Melody couldn't help but shoot a glance forlornly at a bunch of unused scuba gear, cameras and logbooks, still sitting pristine in a box in the corner.
"I'm..." Melody said, motioning to her discarded wig, fan, and idol outfit, sprawled across the floor. She'd still not had time to fully remove it quite yet. "In the idol business. Like you two, I presume."
She glanced around the messy-yet-empty-looking apartment, the bees still buzzing through the air.
"Welcome to my office."
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on May 4, 2016 6:32:42 GMT
Melody's Apartment
Looks like Kawako wasn't going to go down any time soon, which concerned Meiryo a little bit. She'd just have to deal with this, because once Kawako starts talking it's hard to get her to leave. Meiryo could've done something about it, but she didn't want to have to resort to one particular thing...
Then of course, Kawako had to go and tell Melody that they were an idol group, which made Meiryo flinch. Even if Melody was an idol, much like Meiryo had suspected, she didn't have any intention of revealing to her that she was one too, at least not right now. Well, so much for that, huh?
"Uwaaah! K-Kawako-san! We're not supposed to reveal our identities as idols, remember? We're lucky Melody-san's an idol too and that she's our new friend!" said Mei, hitting Kawako's arm with a few extremely weak punches. She then turns to Melody and begins to frown.
"Uuuuuu... I'm really sorry about your table Melody-san. I-I... d-didn't know Kawako-san would come up here... like that."
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Post by melcaroni on May 4, 2016 9:06:17 GMT
Melody's Apartment
Idols... Well, that certainly explained a lot.
Melody bit her lip, not entirely sure whether Mei was being genuine or not. Was she truly sorry about all this mess (she notably hadn't seemed to think stalking along the walls was anything odd or apology-worthy) or was she just trying to lower Melody's guard so she could rip out her soul? Either way, Melody expected to see Mei plenty more when she went to sleep tonight-- She just hoped it would be in her nightmares rather than taped to her ceiling.
But while Melody may have been initially terrified by the Amazing Spider-Mei and her Flubber friend, she would be damned if she let them walk out of this apartment without some form of restitution for her $400 table. She could feel the cash burning away, wasting into nothing now that the product had been destroyed-- It was as if the spirit of money itself was wailing in despair before fading into oblivion.
Not even the Devil himself (AKA Tips) would not be spared from her wrath.
"I'm more than happy to forgive you!" Melody said, her mouth spreading into an unnaturally sweet buck-toothed grin. "So long as you reimburse us for the damages! $400 in all-- I'll just send the bill to... What was it; 'Monster Dust'? That's the least you could do... don't you think?"
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Post by ramenigma on May 4, 2016 10:18:04 GMT
Melody's Apartment
"F-F-FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS?!"
Kawako's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, and her mouth dropped open in horror.
"We don't have that kind of money (Meidowehavethatkindofmoney) Mei, we don't have that kind of money."
Kawako stammered, her eyes bouncing from the remains of the table, to Melody, to Shigeru, to Mei like a high speed game of 4-person table tennis.
"B-Besides! That was an accident! M-Maybe you'd like to pay for my medical bills, considering your apartment threw me around like a ragdoll. A-And, not to mention, all the bee stings. Th-There's no way me and Mei can pay that. We need our money for food and, like, hospital stuff. Probably."
She shook her head intensely, slowly winding to a stop as an idea formed in her brain.
"Uh... That is... We can't just go throwing around money willy-nilly. But, uh, how about we have a little bet. Since we're all idols, if you can beat us in an idol battle, we'll happily pay for your table. Isn't that right, Mei?"
She threw a grin at her compatriot.
ACD48
"That's right, dechunyan~!"
Rin grinned sweetly and stood up, a sudden evil undercurrent flowing through her.
"How about we head back to the school and give them a REAL performance this time? Chu~"
Those shithead brats will either learn to love me, or I'll kill every single one of those fuckers.
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on May 4, 2016 15:16:16 GMT
Melody's Apartment
"U-u-uwaaah!" Mei cries in shock, her voice cracking and causing her to enter into a brief coughing fit. Everything that had transpired today, from her sleep-singing to their unplanned performance to all her sudden outcries, had started to put stress on her vocal cords.
Mei cleared her throat and started to speak in a softer voice. "W-we can't possibly pay that much money, that's already my entire life's savings at this point..." She begins to think of the 425 dollars on her right now, and how that could be enough to pay for all of Melody's charges. It'd leave Mei with little to no money, but it'd solve the problem.
Except being poor was something Meiryo didn't like, what with Kawako's frequent accidents and the hospital bills they were paying off from before, they didn't exactly had money to spare. Kawako suggested that they do a battle to settle the fate of their wallets.
"B-but, Kawako-san," Mei said, her voice being muffled by her hand, "That wouldn't be very nice, fighting friends over m-money. I mean, if Melody-san is fine with it, then... I guess I'm okay with it? Can't we think of another way though?"
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Post by melcaroni on May 5, 2016 0:13:07 GMT
"idol fight, sure yeah." Melody folded her arms. "or i could just. you know. sue you."
But nonetheless, Melody knew what it was like to be in a not-so-great financial state herself. She didn't remotely feel like letting these girls off the hook and she wasn't gonna participate in one of those stupid "idol battles" even if her life depended on it.
"...Alright look," Melody said, "If you don't have the money right now, then you owe me. Don't come stalking around our home, don't come crawling after us on the walls, and DON'T come crashing into and destroying our property, okay?"
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on May 5, 2016 5:35:55 GMT
Melody's Apartment
"Y-Y-Yeshu!" Mei said, nodding her head quickly. "We'll pay you back as soon as we can, Melody-san!" She pumps both her arms as she does a little bounce with her feet, her hair bouncing along with her. She gives off a determined look, one could almost see the glint in her eyes.
"Even if I have to come here everyday to pay you in small amounts, I will do it! Because Mei will be a good friend!"
Looks like she didn't even listen to what Melody just said about staying around the house. Something about the general aura she's giving off right now gives one the feeling that she wouldn't pay attention to words like "stalking", "breaking and entering", "following", "personal space", and "human rights".
"Let's see..." she says, counting on her fingers, even though the glove on her hand was more like a snow mitten. "If I pay you one zen a day, then I get to visit you everyday for 400 days! Yeshu~" She tilts her head to the side, closing her eyes and giving a smile at Melody. The blue streaked lock of hair on her head dangled to the side like a spring.
The way she says that... it's hard to tell whether she's genuinely that friendly or, if she's aware of Melody's feelings regarding the situation, she's saying it as an actual threat.
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Post by melcaroni on May 5, 2016 16:23:28 GMT
...Is that a threat or is she just dense??
Melody had no idea what to make of this girl, but her desire to be paid was greater than her desire to not have to sleep with a shotgun under her pillow.
"...How about $100 per visit." Melody replied. "As I'm sure you know, an idol's time is VERY valuable."
She was being nicer than she should. But she was still probably gonna run down to the store and buy a shotgun just in case.
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on May 5, 2016 17:11:28 GMT
Melody's Apartment
Mei taps her mouth with her hand, giving the counter-offer much thought. If she visited Melody everyday and paid her 100$, then that would mean she would be able to fully pay her debt in 4 days. She and Kawako-san could probably manage that if they split it.
"Okay! But we have a hotpot once a week!" Mei said, bouncing on her feet and clapping her hands together. "We'll bring ingredients and all that. It'll be fun~! Maybe we can help your boyfriend understand human relations better, too!"
She does a little twirl and giggles with pure glee. "Ahuhu~ I'm getting excited just thinking about it. We'll be great friends, Melody-san. Isn't that right, Kawako-san?"
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on May 5, 2016 21:39:16 GMT
Heifer Industries - Dogyo Branch - Marketing Division"Oh, the new one's here? Sure, send her in." the woman sitting at her desk said into her intercom. The door opened, the doorknob twisting a bit before Platypus Empress Lindström entered the office. "Ah! My apologies! I thought it was a push door, you see." she said, smiling nervously. "Ah, no problem, please have a seat. You're already an improvement over our other consultant. Smell-wise, at least." the executive said, relieved. "Now, you're new here, so it's standard procedure to show you this video. We'll get into more specific stuff after, this is just general employee training here at Heifer Industries." The woman stood up and wheeled over a cart with a TV and a VHS player on it, and dimmed the lights with a button on her desk. She proceeded to turn on the TV, configure some buttons, and stick a tape in the player. "If you are viewing this video, you are now part of my global conquest. I am Gerard Heifer. You may refer to me as Mr. Heifer, Grand Emperor, Boss, Dr. Heifer, and Supreme Overlord, amongst other approved names. On the list of outlawed names are Buttface McGee, Fat Cow, Comrade Stalin, Gerry, and Bubbles. If you are caught using one of these names, you shall be sent to my office for a word with me. It will not be fun. But anyway, now to business. We here at Heifer Industries make many products. Gadgets, confections, weaponry, and many more things. You could say we, in a fact, have 'taken over the world', so to speak." said the company president himself, doing air quotes on the last part. "But we here are ambitious! Metaphorically taking over the world isn't enough!" he spun in his office chair. He looked no older than Platypus Empress herself. What was he doing running a company such as this? "We want actual control, dammit! Since you have viewed this and are now an employee, you are a willing conspirator in my world domination plot, and will be willing to take the fall for me if legally this goes downhill. Also, as an employee, you are also now a possible test subject. This is not optional. My products may be tested on you at any and all times. Finally, revealing company secrets may result in assassination or very grave injury. Now then, enough legal stuff. Go! Make your overlord proud! MWAHAHA! MWAHAHAHA! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The video went into static, and the executive rose the lights again. "Sorry about that. The boss requires it. Not a fan of it myself, but don't tell him I said that or I'll be out of a job! Hehe!" the woman giggled nervously. "But please don't actually tell him that. He's not very forgiving. Before I get myself so deep into this hole I'm digging I can't get out, let's move on!" her nervous smile turned to a more serious expression. "I don't believe you introduced yourself. What's your name?" the executive said, sitting back down at her desk. "Platypus Empress Lindström! It's a family name." the girl said. "Ah, no, no, no, that simply won't do. You see, usually with these kinds of things, the unusual name is given afterward. Your name is too unusual, so we need a contrast. From now on, you're Jane Smith!" the executive replied. "The whole look seems fine to me, but if the boss decides you need a new outfit or a haircut, it's out of my control. It's his company, so I guess he decides what image he wants to be associated with. We need a gimmick for you... What do the kids like nowadays? I can never keep track of these things with my niece, she changes interests so fast... Uhh... Something about bees... High-quality rips, whatever the devil that means... Kitchens! The kids love kitchens! Now, we need you to go out there and entertain people, I suppose. If you can advertise the company while doing it, that'd be nice also! You're free to go now!" the executive said. "Alrighty! Off I go then! Good day, miss!" Platypus Empress smiled at the woman, stood up, then walked out of the office. "She seems like a nice enough girl," the executive said after she was gone, "meaning she'll rake in the big ones and possibly a promotion for me! My job just got a whole lot easier than dealing with that other one!"
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Post by Ricer6 on May 6, 2016 0:14:54 GMT
January 8, Moonmilistar Offices (Time is relative, you know?)
It appears Saya doesn't have to spend all of her time concerened over Riho's mysterious self-deprecation-driven absences, because right now, they're just hanging out in the front room of the office.
Riho drops a flat box onto the kotatsu. "Alright, how does this sound for a short board game to play?"
Saya recognized the classic family game. Drabble. Using the Tealish dictionary tile set.
"Alright, but I'll have you know I've passed all my Tealish classes up to now with flying colors," she stated, smirking.
"So have I," replied Riho. "But you can go first." And so they set up the game.
Saya looked over her tiles and furrowed her brow. She then played "LINT" going right from the center star.
"Four points?" Riho questioned. "That's pretty bad, as plays go." Then, without skipping a beat, she played a single '"N" below that "I." "With double letter score, that's three points."
Saya squinted, looking concerned. "How... bad is your hand?" She shrugged it off and placed an "F" and an "E" on either side of the "IN" to make "FINE." "Double letter score on the 'F' there gives me another 12 points!" 4+12=16.
Riho didn't appear to emote. She played an entire "EAT" below the already present "T" to creat "TEAT." "Okay, that's... actually pretty good. 8 points." 3+8=11. She then pulled out some new tiles and audibly sighed when she saw the results.
"It really isn't..." corrected Saya, "but alright." Saya scoped out the board for a moment, and then hesitantly placed a wildcard and a "T" to the right of the "A" in "TEAT." "Not a lot of good places to play on, but sometimes... you have ACT." She grinned at her feat of clever wordplay. "Two points." 16+2=18.
After a few seconds, a short gasp eminated from Riho, and she near instantly put down an "X" before the "ACT..." which just so happened to be after the "E" in "FINE."
"You're kidding me... on a triple letter score??" shouted Saya.
Riho gave a simple affirmative "Yep," followed by "That's 27 points alone." 11+27=38.
Saya leaned back. "Well, I lost, but I guess I can keep playing." Then, just as quickly, she leaned forward, clearly inspired. She placed a "WAI" above the "T" in "EXACT." "12 points. Just you WAIT, I'll win." 18+12=30.
Riho looked over her tiles. Half a minute later, she shrugged and placed "OO" after the "W" in "WAIT." "10 points." 38+10=48.
"That is not a word in Tealish," Saya contested, rage trickling into her voice. "WOO just sounds like gibberish."
"It definitely is," responded Riho with a small smile as she looked Saya right in the eyes. "Means something like 'to flirt.'" Saya hardly even noticed though because she was already rapidly searching the internet on her phone. Very quickly, she slammed it down and groaned.
When Saya started to actually try and play her turn, her frustration only increased. Her hand frequently hit her forehead. Eventually, she lightly placed down tiles to create the word "ALOE" out of the last "O" in "WOO." "At least it's a double word score. 12 points." 30+12=42.
The second Saya finished her turn, Riho couldn't help but once again crack a smile when she put a single "R" right between the "A," "O," and "E" on the right side of the board to simultaneously create "ARE" and "OR." Saya slammed her palms on the kotatsu and stood up as if she were going to start verbally abusing Riho. Instead, she just slowly and reluctantly sat down.
"Why," was all Saya uttered.
"11 points," was all Riho uttered. 48+11=59.
Saya's head raised for a split second and the contempt she possessed slowly drained out as she realized it wasn't actually ALL the good of a play. But it still LOOKED impressive... Either way, she played an "OY" below the wildcard, which both creates "COY" as well as "TO" with the "T" next to it. "Right, that's a good one," Saya mutters, "right... 14 points." 42+14=56. "I'm catching up!"
"Nah," was Riho's response. A while after came a soft, "Eugh, these tiles..." and minutes later, "This is ridiculous, I'm recycling these tiles." She slid five of her seven tiles back into the box and got out another new five. Her eyes widened upon seeing them.
"YEAH," Saya replied, putting some tiles down in front of the "Y" of "COY," "these tiles suck." She grinned again. A lot of grinning was going on in this game. But in actuality, not really. "28 points." 56+28=84. "Wow, that's actually really good!"
"Alright, it is," admitted Riho, "but feast your eyes on this." She put a "KU" before the "WAIT." "14 points." 56+14=80.
"Right, but I'm still winning," insisted Saya.
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Post by hessehl a la marinara on May 6, 2016 5:22:45 GMT
Gretta's apartment/ RBL offices:
Gretta entered her room, as always it was tidy and clean. The rest of the apartment could be a mess,but if her place had the tiniest thing out of order, she would broom, mop and aspirate every corner of it. Her closet was divided in categories, every drawer has a sticker to indicate what it contains. She takes her clothes and goes to take a shower. She gets out of the shower and dresses up in her RBL outfit. It consisted on a top with a heart cleavage, a mini black skirt, her star sunglasses, a ridiculous pair of big black boots and a pair of gloves. After this she is ready to start her make up session. Today she would display her new lipstick and fake eyelashes that she got for free. How did she got them? With solitary men of course. And last but not less important, she would make her hair.
Gretta gets out and her room, Zoie was ready.
"Let's get this over with, already. The less time I have to spend in this dumb outfit, the better." Her protege says.
Gretta lets out an "Aww! You are so cute when you are embarrassed." Zoie didn't look that happy.
"Well let's go to Acidabara,Zoie, I can't wait to sell these!" She tells enthusiastically while holding the container with the bloody chocolate cupcakes.
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Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on May 6, 2016 8:18:12 GMT
RBL Offices:
And out came Gretta in her ridiculous outfit, too. Although she took her... far more revealing outfit with far more stride than Zoie ever could. Maybe it was one of those things Zoie was constantly told she'd understand "when she got older." What she certainly couldn't understand now is how anyone, including Gretta, could think anyone in this outfit was "cute." She gave Gretta a harsh scowl before briskly leaving the apartment Gretta called an office.
It was a decently lengthy car ride over to Acidabara, made all the longer by Zoie's intermittent and candid remarks about the environment around her. Eventually, the sprawling streets of Acidabara with its maid cafes and such were in plain view.
"Alright, let's get to setting up shop so we can make our cash and go home. I think the sun is setting..."
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Also wandering the streets of Acidabara is a quite familiar blonde young woman with dark eyes and... noticeable leggings. Don't ask how Gwendalyn got there so quickly, it's not important. She had a natural sashay to her walk, and she radiated confidence with every step. Every once in a while, she would throw in a twirl. Soaking in the sights, she just kept wandering until she happened upon a... did that even qualify as a kiosk? Either way, there was a delicious smell coming from it.
As soon as Gwendalyn approached where Zoie and Gretta had set up shop, Zoie's face contorted into a look of utter disgust.
"Augh! Lady, you reek!" Zoie was a master of first impressions. But she did have a point. She probably should've done a better job of washing up.
"Oh, really? Guess I didn't notice! Just one of those days, y'know?" Well, at least she seemed to take it in good humor. Zoie rolled her eyes.
"So what are we up to? Smells like something yummy over here!" Gwendalyn turned to the older woman.
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Post by ramenigma on May 9, 2016 8:34:44 GMT
Coolmeyer's Diner
"Oh dear, dechu~! Seems like some f***heads have gotten into a bit of a no-good, naughty scrape, nya nya~!"
Rin sighed as she entered Coolmeyer's, only to find two idols in the middle of some kind of idol battle/philosophical debate. Realizing that they weren't going to finish any time this millennium, she decided to simply walk around the commotion-
"AYANA! What in the name of desu are you doing here?!"
Rin froze, a cold shock shooting it's way up her spine. In the pit of her stomach, a blackhole opened and began emptying her internal organs out into space.
Oh, god no. This isn't the diner where she spends all her time getting high and ruining her family, is it?
With great effort, Rin turned herself around to face where the voice had come from. A middle-aged woman in a tacky idol costume sat at a table at the back of the diner, her face covered in 5 layers of makeup and 2 layers of cocaine, waving at Rin with a sort of glassy eyed stare.
This woman was Shiroban (Shiro) Reika, but most people only knew her as FLAIR. Idol extraordinaire, and attention whore supreme. Though, these days, she was more focused on determining whether her hand had actually turned into a smaller scale replica of her head or not. A resounding maybe, was her usual final verdict, before passing out in either her own sick or a pile of white powder (the former was for mondays through wednesdays, the latter was for the rest. Sundays sometimes had both mixed for a change of pace.)
"Akira-nyan~" Rin forced an uncomfortable smile. "Go up those stairs and ask to speak to Mama Murphy, okay? He'll handle the rest. I need to... go... kill myself, be right back, okay~?"
Before Akira could answer, Rin was making her way over to the former-idol's table. Shiro grinned and held up her cocktail (scotch-absinthe-vodka, shaken and stirred.)
"Hello, Mother."
"Ayana~!" Shiro cooed. "So good to see you again. Can I get you something? A Bloody Mary?"
"I'm not even 18 yet, Mother... And I'm not Ayana."
"It's fine. You're a big girl, Ayana. You... You look just like me when I was your age. Really fu-very kawaii..."
Rin visibly winced with disgust at her mother's "compliment."
"Again, I'm not Ayana. And don't act like you know what age I am."
"Ayana.... Don't talk back to your... dear mother like that..." She slurred the last words, and began mumbling something about finding a good tree branch.
"I'm NOT Ayana! She's dead, remember?!"
"Ayana's dead?!"
Shiro jolted back up in her seat, before oozing back down into her pile of nose candy.
"Yes, Mother. Bleach."
"Oh... Asuna, then?"
"Car 'accident'."
"Yu... Yuriko?"
"Shotgun."
"Sakura?"
"Drowned. I told her not to take on a performance on a cruise ship but, you know..."
"Ah! Miyo!"
"Self-immolation. Come on, Mother, this happened last week!"
"Right... So... Hime-"
"Himeko is still alive actually. She became a tax accountant after her nervous breakdown. But, still, no! I'm not Himeko!"
Shiro silently stared at Rin with a blank expression.
"So, uh... Which one are you, then?"
"...I'm Rin."
"OH!" Shiro clapped her hands, finally recognising her daughter. "My dearest, darling Rin! Yes, I remember now! You're my least favourite!"
"...Yes. That's me."
I can't wait for the day the yakuza finally chops off your hands, Mother.
"So, Rin. Right." Shiro shook her head to clear it. "When is your beloved mother going to see some money flowing in? Surely your idol status is booming, right?"
Melody's Apartment
"Hnnngh..." Kawako murmured. "But I really wanted to fight her..."
Kawako sighed and dejectedly moved over to Mei's side, before perking and cheering back up.
"Oh, well! I DO love hotpot! It's my second most favourite food! Or third... Somewhere in the top 5, though!"
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Post by melcaroni on May 9, 2016 9:47:16 GMT
Melody's Apartment:
"Friends"...? Is that just the idol way of saying 'hostage'?
Well on the one hand, she could keep struggling with the duo-- They'd certainly caused enough strife that she wasn't in any mood to really put up with their nonsense. On the other hand, having idol friends might come in handy; it wasn't like she or Shigeru really knew many people in Dogyo anyways, and if they wound up getting into some kind of trouble again...
That is, if she could trust these girls at all! Maybe they were just gonna poison the pot, or cook up something made out of her own intestines, or--
No, don't be ridiculous. They're idols, not murderers. Entertainers. At the end of the day, they were all professionals. And if their manager was anything like hers, they'd at least be kept in check so long as it wasn't profitable to have them get implicated in a murder case.
Also, a glance at the barren spot where their refrigerator had once been and the instant ramen that would be this night's dinner suddenly made the hot pot sound much more appealing.
"...If you don't mind providing the pot yourself, then fine." Melody answered, relieved to have SOME kind of solution to this whole scenario. "We just ran out of groceries and we're going to need to go table-shopping tomorrow. But... fine. And next time, Miss Meiryo..."
Melody put a hand to her forehead. "If you want to make friends with someone, please just ask."
Hopefully, she wasn't going to have to be a social mentor for two more people.
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