| Bonding Time; Fi/Hunter/anyone not angry | |
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| Seraphina Grant | Apr 25 2010, 02:39 PM Post #1 |
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Fi ignored the few people she saw on her mission for the booze. Time for her and Hunter to bond and it would be quiet in the meeting room, though there was a lot more to get them in trouble .... but then again they had just made friends. She limped into her room, holding her arm tight to her side to encourage easier breathing. She had things stashed all over in her wall crates and the good stuff tucked here and there in extra compartments she'd made herself with the permission of Miss Mina. The little blond grabbed an empty bucket she used to haul things around and pulled up a panel on her floor, snagging two bottles of whiskey and setting them gently in the bucket before closing the panel to hide the rest of the liquor. Next went her Field Med Kit which had the sutures she'd need for Hunter's arm and some bandages. It took a couple more minutes of digging but she found more bandaging and some more straight alcohol to clean their wounds. There was also some bruise balm which she was willing to share with him this time. Next went a handful of shot glasses and then off she hobbled to the meeting room, where she'd told the much taller man to meet her. When she got there he wasn't there yet so Fi set down her bucket and tried to take stock of her injuries. To do so she required a drink. She cracked the seal on the Whiskey and poured a bit into the shot glass, downing it quickly and smiling. Bruised thigh where the mans bony knee had attacked her, he'd slammed the damn book into her still not fully operational right ribs making her wheeze a bit, and her back was pretty much a solid bruise. Her knuckles were bloody and bruised, her lip was split and she still had a right shiny headache from where her head had bounced on the damned table. Her hand went to the back of her head and found a good sized lump, but no blood. At least there was that. As irritated as the Doc had been he would ignored her wishes and lop off half her hair to give her a couple stitches. Also her neck hurt, likely bruises from his damned arm. Not that she could really talk, he'd been as messed up as she had. She chuckled a bit and sat back to wait for him to show up as she reached up to touch the yellow flower she hadn't bothered taking out of her hair. Edited by Seraphina Grant, Apr 25 2010, 02:49 PM.
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| Hunter Williams | Apr 25 2010, 04:55 PM Post #2 |
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Oh god he hurt. His arm still leaking blood, his shirt now adorned with a widening patch of it too from where she had lodged a scalpel in him. Even trickles on his brow and cheek from when he had broken the glass vase with his face along with a good rake from her nails. Bruises and batterings by the dozen. When Fi lost her temper she snapped all the way with no reservation. He had taken a detour, checking to make sure Rosalee was all right off with the captain and to reassure her it all looked a whole lot worse than it was. He'd pawned most of the injuries off on a 'sparring match' with Fi, the blood onto an accident in the engine room. He had no way of explaining away the punch from Doctor Drew, so he didn't mention it. Hopefully her sometimes short attention span would take effect here. She certainly seemed much more chipper now that Rora was making cookies with her. For once he had nothing bad to say about that woman, he appreciated it a lot. He was limping tenderly toward the meeting room, a two bags of ice in hand; one for himself and one for this sparring partner of his who was apparently bringing the rest of the supplies they needed. They would be doing the patching up in here without the angry glares from the medical staff or the captain. Better that way really, everyone needed to just chill out. His left thigh screamed at him with every step, making very sure he remembered the corner of that book; followed immediately by a similar outcry from his right knee. And in between? His junk had been nearly twisted right off! Walking in general was not in any way his friend right now, it wasn't a wonder he was moving slowly. His back, gut and sides ached from knuckles and elbows raining down in a righteous fury; her bony knees having caught him hard enough to knock out the wind once or twice. And yet? NONE of that hurt half as bad as the way his head was swimming around, making him nauseous and a little off balance. There was a large lump on the side of his head from that light fixture too. Seraphina Grant was already in the room a bottle of heaven out on the table in front of her, half leaning on the doorway he took a heavy breath before breaking for the table when he might finally be able to sit down proper. "Hmm, I'm gonna need you to be sharing that or another fight might break out. I'm not sure the room'll survive this one either." He held out a bag to her as he pulled out a chair and gingerly sat down, sure she'd need it for something or another. |
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| Seraphina Grant | Apr 25 2010, 05:05 PM Post #3 |
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Fi smirked at Hunter as he sat down gingerly, it was always nice to see the other person looked a lot worse than you did. "Well seein' as you brought me ice I figure I have to share now," She put the ice on the back of her head, figuring that was the best place for it. It was there or her throat, but the whiskey was taking care of that at the moment. She passed him a shot glass and shoved the alcohol closer to the middle between them. "Gimme your arm," She gestured imperiously as she pulled out rubbing alcohol and the extra bandages. The thicker bandages were actually for her, they were gonna have to re-wrap her ribs for a bit. The constant battering she was putting them through was really not good for her lung capacity, but she'd live. She set out little bag of sutures and the wickedly curved needle she was gonna need for Hunters arm before pouring herself another shot and tossing it back. "I figure we can take turns tending to our wounds, though if you want the ice back for your lap I'll understand," She offered him the bag with a smirk. She couldn't hold it to the back of her head while stitching the gash on his arm shut, she didn't have enough hands for it. Though it could be interesting to try. |
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| Hunter Williams | Apr 25 2010, 07:08 PM Post #4 |
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He eyed the menacing needle with a touch of a scowl. She'd already done this whole song and dance once! And look where it had ended them. Still, he reached out and grabbed the shot, dumping it back without a blink before forgoing the glass and reaching for the bottle; his own bag of ice shown off. "Every once in a while I do something smart." And back tipped the bottle before he held it out. Glasses were for civilized drinking; they were way past civilized. Plopping the bag in his hand into his lap as the woman had recommended Hunter took the second one to press against the side of his head as she worked on his outstretched arm. He wasn't going to watch her maul his flesh with a needle and thread so instead dark eyes busied themselves taking stock of the damage he'd done to her. He'd done a fair number on her, which was at least a little satisfying from the limp he'd be sporting for a while to come. "You got a mean jab for such a scrawny chick. But yellow's your color. Should wear flowers more often! Might make you seem nice every once in a while" A smirk was twisting onto his lips as he said it, barely keeping the urge to stick out his tongue like a child in check. "but the, guess you're not as tiny as I thought, dented that table real good." |
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| Seraphina Grant | Apr 25 2010, 08:29 PM Post #5 |
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Fi took the whiskey, drinking out of the bottle as encouraged, and then pulling her chair up a little closer. Grabbing the needle and expertly threading it she set it aside and ripped off the bandage on Hunters arm. She had learned first aid on the field and there is no time to coddle soldiers, even if you were a tiny blue eyed cherub that was giving men hope for the future, reminding people of their sisters and daughters. She poured some of the rubbing alcohol over the cut and grabbed a tiny pair of tweezers, pulling out the ruined stitches and eyeballing the injury, he hadn't ripped all of them. She took hold of the needle and swiftly went to putting even stitches through his arm, making them a little looser this time. She jabbed a little harder than she normally would have at his scrawny comment. "I'm not scrawny, I'm petite," She realized that she was sensitive about her weight, she knew she needed to gain some. She also liked flowers, not that she ever mentioned it to people, and yellow actually was her favorite color. Another thing she didn't share. Although, considering she and Hunter had come to some kind of camaraderie she might need to. "I'm a mean person, makes sense my jab would be that way too." She set aside the needle and taped a thick piece of gauze over the stitches before wrapping a bandage over that. With that finished she stole the whiskey from the man, taking a long pull and the stripping off her vest and removing a vast and then pulling out hidden knives from holster all over her person. After that came the t-shirt, leaving her in a black and white striped bra with a tiny bit of black lace detail. "You're gonna have to wrap me up," She informed him, setting the wide roll of bandage beside him. She glanced down and saw dark patches blooming over the almost healed green and yellow and the dull brown where her ribs were still not fully mended. Damn things took forever to fix. |
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| Jean Howlett | Apr 25 2010, 10:35 PM Post #6 |
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[blockquote]As he usually seemed to do these days, the boy had been wandering around the ship without any thought of what he should do. Well, there was cookie making going on in the galley, but Jean wasn’t really sure if they wanted him there or if he even wanted to be there, considering he had no idea how to go about making said cookies. Anyway, Rosalee and Rora were probably enjoying their bonding time in the galley so he didn’t want to interrupt that. He would just wait until the cookies were done to go there. The meeting room. He always managed to pass by it when he had nothing better to do. Sometimes it was empty, sometimes it wasn’t. But this time… he heard voices in there. ”Hmm?” the preteen hummed quietly to himself as he paused and peered in through the doorway. Just two people, Fi and Hunter. And… they didn’t look too great, he could tell all the way from where he was standing. Wait... when did that happen? Shouldn't he have known if there was some sort of huge fight? He hadn’t a clue what had happened to them, somehow having missed out entirely on the fight that everyone else knew about, and was downright confused now. After only a brief moment of hesitation, for he was becoming a little less shy around the crew almost every day, he entered the room, wondering what the two were doing. ”Hey! What’re you guys doin’ in—“ suddenly his mouth snapped shut and he froze entirely. ”Gah…” was the surprised sound that came from his mouth as the woman removed her shirt, leaving nothing on her chest but her bra. Jean quickly halted all his movements as his cheeks turned a little red. Bad timing. Really bad timing. ”Uhh… nevermind…” forget that, the nervous feelings that he was oh so used to came rushing back and he swiftly turned on his heel and started back to the doorway. Reconsidering his previous thoughts, maybe he should go see what's happening in the kitchen! [/blockquote] |
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| Hunter Williams | Apr 26 2010, 01:23 AM Post #7 |
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He gritted his teeth slightly at the jab, but couldn't really say he hadn't seen it coming, or that he didn't deserve it. But Hunter thought it was worthwhile all the same. "Shit you got more bruise on you than you do pink woman! Those ribs look nasty." He shoved a bag of ice back into her hand before standing up and reaching for the wide gauze. Just about anyone that fought a war knew the basics of first aid. Especially ones that had such extended campaigns with few supplies. If you survived that you certainly knew how to wrap up ribs or joints, clean a wound and stitch up a person. He tried to be gentle, reaching around her tiny form without hesitation and began to wrap firmly, knowing full well just how much that was going to hurt. Sure Hunter was handling a half naked woman, but he honestly didn't view this situation like that. Simply patching up battle wounds. He was tempted however to shoot another crass little comment her way about being surprised she even needed a bra, but the ragged white scar on her side caught his attention instead. Drawing his eyes back up to make sure the rolls were placing properly his expression was one of almost academic interest. Not snarky as he was often known to be, the man was genuinely interested. "Where'd you get that one? Looks like it was a bitch to heal up." Before she had a chance to answer a sound came from the doorway and the man glanced over, fully expecting someone to rampage in and start screaming at them over something or another. At this point did they really need a reason? Instead there was quite the taken a back form of a shy young teen. Apparently Jean had not meant to walk in on such a sight at all. "Just doing some first aid kid, nothing to get all shy over. Good thing to know out here too. You ever stitched a cut before?" Hunter had taken a liking to the boy, even if he had yet to really show it. Jean's heart was in the right place and with a little bit of training he'd do alright for himself. Just as soon as things settled a little Hunter meant to tour the kid around the job of mechanic for a while, see if he picked up on it. But while things were still hectic, Jean could certainly benefit from learning a thing or two about field aid right? |
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| Seraphina Grant | Apr 26 2010, 01:57 AM Post #8 |
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Fi placed the bag of ice on the back of her head and lifted the other arm up as well. It wasn't even her 20th time getting her ribs wrapped, she had a tendency to get kicked after she went down. Jay had once mentioned that if she'd learn to fight like a girl that might stop beating on her like she was a man. For that he'd gotten a bruised arm. The little blond sucked in a breath and pressed her lips tightly together as he began to wrap, it always hurt like a bitch. She glanced at his face when he questioned the scar, checking for some sort of malicious look. She thought for a moment about how to answer, something not normal for her, when she had to stop and grin at a thoroughly embarrassed Jean. "It's not like I'm gonna be the last woman you see half naked. Especially on this ship," Fi grinned wickedly at the kid as she snagged the bottle and gulped down some more of the burning liquid, smacking her lips loudly as she set it down again. "Besides, you'll want to hear my story," She added, coaxing him into the room with her words. She lowered a hand to point a dainty finger at a wicked look scar that stretched and meandered from her right hip bone in up and around her belly button. "I got this when I was 15, at a place called Saint Albans. Mostly mining folk there, good sorts. Tough as nails cuz it's always snowing. Have I ever mentioned I hate the cold? Especially snow, it's really cold and freezes your skin before melting into your clothes and turning you funny shades of blue. I hadn't really learned much yet about fighting. We were trying to hold it against the Purple Bellies, and I was sitting in one of the safe zones, watching the path just in case though it was doubtful that anyone would go that way. Too dangerous for more than single file and the steps too treacherous for anyone but the insane to use. unfortunately for me, I met someone insane and he tried to gut me. I slit his throat while he was trying to slice my intestines. Couldn't leave my post, so I had to call backup and stay there near half an hour before anyone could be spared from the front siege that was going on. We didn't lose anyone that day though," She gave them both a brittle smile as her eyes gazed back at a blood soaked, body filled field that she had seen only days later as she was removed in the evacuation. They'd lost Saint Albons. Fi shook her head to dispell the ugly images and picked up the whiskey, taking another long pull before patting the bandages that Hunter had finished wrapping her in. 15 year olds didn't belong in the midst of battle. Most kids her age had been sent to one of the green zone planets, pacifists by nature and unwilling to be involved in the war. They would simply accept the finished outcome without comment and keep the kids safe. Her mother had been different though, wanting her daughter with her, wanting to make sure she wasn't brain washed by the Pro-Alliance dictatorship. Instead she'd learned to survive the harshest climates possible, both literal and figurative. "Here's hoping you never get one that matches kid," She poured the whiskey into two shot glasses and passed them to each of the males before pouring the liquid straight into her own mouth. Memories weren't always easy. That had been the first time she'd really thought she might die. |
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| Jean Howlett | Apr 26 2010, 11:55 AM Post #9 |
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[blockquote]Jean paused once more before he had made it to the doorway and out of the room, turning around as the others spoke to him. ”I uh… okay,” the boy said quietly, looking down at his feet for a second and then back up at the man. They were just doing some first aid? Oh, well that made sense... he guessed. ”I haven’t, no,” he answered in response to Hunter’s question. No, there had never been anyone to teach him anything like that. And when he was on his own he had just let any cuts that he received heal naturally, well, none of the cuts he had managed to get had probably ever been bad enough to have to be stitched anyway. ”Is first aid easy…?” he asked, stepping in their direction a few steps. Raising a confused eyebrow at the woman, yet still with some reddish blush on his cheeks, Jean couldn’t help but wonder why she was grinning at him that way. Didn’t she find it uncomfortable to have some kid see her half naked? Well he sure did, it wasn’t… right. From where he stood, he could see that Fi was pointing at something on her abdomen now. Hear a story about what, he wondered, and moved even further toward them until he was fairly close to the two adults. The preteen glanced at the scar as she told them her war story. She was only fifteen in the story? She had been just a few years older than him at the time! He couldn’t imagine a place where it was always snowing, if Persephone had been that way, well he probably wouldn’t be there right now. Suddenly the boy was taken aback, she killed someone when she was fifteen!? Yeah, it all made perfect sense now, that’s why he was always so frightened of her. Man, she must’ve been tough at that age, a lot tougher than him, he sighed. ”Heh… yeeaah…” the preteen spoke awkwardly when Fi poured the whiskey. He took the shot glass cautiously, was he supposed to drink it? Wasn’t there something about kids not being able to drink this stuff? ”Uhh…” Jean’s eyes looked to Fi and then to Hunter, then back down at the shot glass in his hand. Would it be alright? Did it... even taste good?[/blockquote] |
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| Hunter Williams | Apr 26 2010, 03:53 PM Post #10 |
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"Just gonna have to get that changed up real quick then Jean. Good thing to know, 'specially if you're coming out on the field." Motioning the child in closer with a toss of his head because his hands were busy with the bandage, Hunter instantly regretted the action. Everything did a good little spin before settling back into proper position. He wouldn't be doing that again anytime soon. He worked silently, eyes distant growing distant as Fi spoke. Fifteen, she'd been young and in the war, Hunter knew that; but killing at fifteen? Hunter hadn't ended someone else's life until he had two years added onto that. In the beginning each face haunted you, the number weighing on your shoulders and waking you drenched in cold sweats during your slim hours of sleep in the trenches. Over time a soldier lost count, learning to separate it from themselves and keep the faces at bay. But you couldn't escape those first ones; they always stayed with you. Her story came to a close shortly after Hunter had finish with her ribs. "Younger'n you aught to have been for that." He took the shot gratefully, knocking it back before glancing to Jean. "And agreed. Try and keep your head low halfpint. Leave that crap to us and you just make sure to stay out of the line of fire and in the shadows." He could tell the kid didn't know what to do with the glass in his hand and it made the man laugh deep. "The stuff's good for a lot of things, but it's best for drinking. Bottoms up! Make this next part seem easier too!" Grabbing the bottle before Fi could down another third of the contents (it might be hers, but Hunter wasn't about to let her drown away the day without him) Hunter took a second drink before reaching down to peel off his own shirt. The large man settled into the chair, for the first time getting a good look at the pancake sized bruises forming all over his abdomen as well as that stab wound in his chest. Hunter wasn't without his own battle wounds. The largest of them were a paired set of long diagonal rips down his back; nasty looking things, but they were turned away from the others in the room. On his front there wasn't anything too special, one or two stretching beyond three inches, graze marks and a few bullet wounds. If anything, the worst scars on his body were displayed nearly everyday; the burns he had received years before the war that discolored and rippled the flesh from fingertips all the way up the majority of his forearms. He was lucky that the scar tissue hadn't formed in taught chorded skin, that would have cut away all the dexterity he needed to work as a mechanic. Hunter had done a number by pulling out the scalpel so roughly, ripping the cut wider than he needed to be; but he had been mad so logic had taken a bit of a hike. It would be clean enough, scalpels weren't dirty sort of things, but a few stitches would greatly help the healing process. Thumbing at the needle on the table dark eyes set an even look at the boy. "Your turn. Come on over here and let Fi show you how to use that thing. And don't worry about jabbin' me none. She's makin' it hurt on purpose so I'd rather you gave it a go." |
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| Seraphina Grant | May 5 2010, 12:27 AM Post #11 |
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Fi raised a single eyebrow, the rest of her face blank as he commented about her being too young to kill. It was a matter of necessity and she had no problem with the woman that she'd become. She was smart and she was strong and she could protect the people and things she needed to protect. Then Hunter was stripping his shirt and taking the bottle. She snagged his shot glass and set it closer to her. If he was drinking out of the bottle he was the one pouring the shots. She had an extra bottle for when that one ran out, because with the day they'd had, the bottle would run out before they were done drinking. "First aid's easier than it looks kid, you just put the thread in here like so," She threaded the curved needle with the suture thread and made sure Jean was watching. She had no problem smacking him upside the head to keep him focused. It was a method that had worked rather well on herself, not that she'd needed it often. If it meant keeping someone alive she was as studious as could be. "And for future reference it's better not to pull a blade out of a wound unless you have a doctor nearby. The knife keeps the wound sealed while it's still in there, and unless you're very careful you usually do at least as much damage pulling it out as you did putting it in," This time she made sure to give Hunter a pointed smirk as she used her wiry fingers to pull the two sides of the cut together and then jabbed the needle through the skin without care for his personal comfort. "You can't do them too tight because they'll rip the skin or pop off and you can't do them too loose because then there isn't any point to having done them in the first place. The trick is to not let the skin overlap, but make sure the edges of the wound are as close as they can get. Sometimes you can't get them to touch and that's alright. We aren't doctors, this is first aid. If it's that bad someone else will redo it later anyway," She shrugged a little as she ended on a bright note, taking the boy by the collar and dragging him forward, placing the needle in his palm. "You're turn kid," |
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| Jean Howlett | May 12 2010, 11:23 PM Post #12 |
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[blockquote]”Yeah, okay. If it means I can help,” he nodded, moving closer yet again as Hunter motioned for him to do so. He wanted to ‘come out on the field’ and help however he could, that was a given. As long as he could make himself useful somehow to these people, then he wouldn’t have to feel awful for not doing much else in terms of work around the ship. Stay out of the line of fire. Right. Got it. Though his only actual response to what was being said was a slight nod of his head that was supposed to mean he completely understood. Jean was well aware he wouldn’t be able to handle himself in any sort of battle, and he wasn’t in much of a hurry to get a scar like Fi’s any time soon. Hunter seemed to be giving him the go ahead to drink... whatever liquid this was that she had poured into the glass, but the boy still wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to. But... they sure seemed to like it a lot so maybe it wasn’t so bad... He slowly raised the glass up to his lips all the while staring at it closely. ”Gahh!” was more or less the sound that he called out after taking a sip of the alcohol. His arm lashed away from his body quickly as he just wanted to get the gross stuff away from him. Ah, the table. With some haste, the child set the shot glass on the table without another thought and then turned back to refocus his attention on the first aid lesson. Oh! Fi was showing him what to do now. He coughed a few times thanks to the awful taste that still seemed to be left in his mouth and then watched intently as she instructed him on how one was supposed to put the thread through the needle, and it seemed easy enough to remember. ”Oh, okay. Got it,” he nodded slowly in response to her telling him that he shouldn’t remove a knife if someone’s got one stuck inside them. Jean winced himself when the woman jabbed the needle into Hunter’s skin. He nodded slowly one last time as he tried to take in all the information. Not too close... not too far... or something like that. Ugh, he didn’t want to do it wrong. Well, okay, at least he knew not to overlap the skin when he stitched someone up. A slight uneasy feeling came to him as she tugged him forward and placed the needle in his hand. Ooookay... The boy took in a deep breath and moved slightly closer to Hunter as he eyed the wound that needed to be stitched. ”Uhm. So...” he mumbled quietly and then gulped, taking the needle into his hand in the same way – he hoped – that Fi had been holding it. It was kind of awkward but... he pulled the two sides of the cut together as best he could and then threaded the needle through with gentle, though slightly nervous, hands. He didn’t think the nerves were making his hand shake too much though, he wanted to do this right. After sticking the needle in and pulling it out a good couple of times, he thought, or more like he hoped, he was starting to get the hang of it. This... well this wasn’t so bad. Hoping he was doing this first aid stuff the right way, Jean figured he would he would keep going with this one cut unless one of them told him to stop. ... It wasn’t like he knew what to do once he was done with stitching the first cut. Did you have to tie the thread or something at the end...? [/blockquote] Edited by Jean Howlett, May 12 2010, 11:29 PM.
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