Jorvik: A Land of Snow & Ice

Game Master DSXMachina

A dark mystery in the ancient city of York.


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Evil GM

Sal

Rasping the palm of his stocky hand against a days worth of stubble; "Aye, we've got a load of cars, not sure about how many Citroën's. There's a nice FIAT that someone rolled, should be fairly compatible. You do have a panel beater?"

"Me Dad's a good 'un, if not. Course he ain't here now. And for wheels, well..." His eyes light up; "We've got a sporty one, Colin Turkington from the Touring Cars, well he was up at Tockwith racing and went into the gravel. So we have some spare stuff from the wreck." He adds with genuine enthusiasm.


Male Warrior-Bard of Old; Herald of Brigid Stress: P: OOOO M:OOOO S:OOO; Fate Points: 2;

Kenneth

Kenneth laughs, "Aye, I may ken the lad ye're describing. A touch taller than 1.9 meters, 'bout a hundred kilos, auburn hair, sprinkling ay freckles, inhumanly handsome... I'm thinking he might be interested, though I'm nae quite sure what you're suggesting... should that investigator be having a wee chat with your partner? Seems the sort ay thing that could be get a Scot in trouble... especially here in England."


Evil GM

Kenneth

There's a sharp intake of breath from Laura as she nearly interrupts, her demeanour changing from amused to concerned; "NO! I was thinking of giving such a person information to investigate. I don't know he knows any other investigators? My colleague is my concern & I wouldn't want any trouble."


Evil GM

Danny

Danny walks into the office building, more like a Site Office from a construction site, it would have a temporary and unfinished feel if it wasn't so cluttered. Papers are piled up everywhere in slipshod stacks that seem ready to loose their contents upon the gritty floor at a moments notice. The dusty blinds let in enough light to see by, though it takes a few moments to adjust.

Behind a high desk facing the door there's a lady in her early 20's with dusty blonde hair pulled back in a severe ponytail biting at her finger nails as she looks off into the distance distractedly. "What?" she says in a bored and very common accent.


Male Warrior-Bard of Old; Herald of Brigid Stress: P: OOOO M:OOOO S:OOO; Fate Points: 2;

Kenneth

Kenneth says, "Ach, so then ye're asking if I can pass along your info tae the nearest Herald ay the Tuatha Dé Danann tae have him look intae this? I can probably handle that, though I warn you, he's like tae share your information with some ay the unsavoury bodies he associates with. Is this information you'd like tae share o'er the phone, or are you looking for an excuse tae stare intae my eyes again?"


Changling Spellsinger Physical: [] [] [] Mental: [] [] [] [] Social: [] [] [] [] FP:10
DSXMachina wrote:

Danny

Danny walks into the office building, ...

Behind a high desk facing the door there's a lady in her early 20's with dusty blonde hair pulled back in a severe ponytail biting at her finger nails as she looks off into the distance distractedly. "What?" she says in a bored and very common accent.

Danny dredges up a smile that doesn't come close to entering his eyes.

"Yeah. Hi. How ya' doin'?" Danny says with artificial enthusiasm.
He bobs his head towards the door.

"My sister is lookin' for parts. Her biker-boyfriend said that you had a help wanted sign. And, well, I'm looking for a job." He adds, smiling with all of the joy of a goldfish staring at a sushi bar.

deciet: 4d3 - 8 + 4 ⇒ (3, 2, 3, 3) - 8 + 4 = 7

It is PAINFULLY obvious that this young man is only 'in need of a job' because his sister is obviously tired of his deadbeat ways.
That, and/or his sister's 'biker-boyfriend' has threatened him with physical harm if he doesn't get his act in gear.
Or both.

"So,... uh,... Do I fill out an application? Or something?" He says, his smile still in place. (And looks very likely to be hoping that the position has been filled.)


P: 0000, M: 000, S: 00, FP: 5, C: N/A

Mentioning the Fomor attack did not so much as faze him, Edwyn notes to himself, quietly coming to the conclusion that his benefactor knows a great deal more than he is letting on. As though that were not painfully obvious already. Never particularly fond of being spoonfed information on a need-to-know basis, a frown tugs at his mouth. That's all right. Two can play at that game.

"No kidding. She looked pretty... hale for someone who is supposed to be dead," he agrees, settling for the most appropriate of the few choice adjectives he has for her. Just the memory of the vigor she momentarily imbued him with is almost enough to make him shudder. "Incidentally, she gave me her contact information. I do not suppose you want me to just ask her what she is, do you?"


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Sal

DSXMachina wrote:


Rasping the palm of his stocky hand against a days worth of stubble; "Aye, we've got a load of cars, not sure about how many Citroën's. There's a nice FIAT that someone rolled, should be fairly compatible. You do have a panel beater?"

"Me Dad's a good 'un, if not. Course he ain't here now. And for wheels, well..." His eyes light up; "We've got a sporty one, Colin Turkington from the Touring Cars, well he was up at Tockwith racing and went into the gravel. So we have some spare stuff from the wreck." He adds with genuine enthusiasm.

Relieved that she's not going to have to start shooting or stabbing, Sal grins at the guy. "Your dad's a body man? I can manage, but it's not my favorite thing, and I only have weekends to work on it. Right now, the engine's pulled because I'm rebuilding it, but once it's running again, I'd love to have him look. A good body man is a real artist," she enthuses.

She looks around the yard and decides to work on establishing her gearhead creds. "Can you show me the Fiat? I wouldn't mind seeing the sporty car, too - the car shows always wreck the beauties, don't they? I don't know that the wheel will do me any good, though. I've got a DS Break - the Estate kind, but the converted ambulance - and it has 4-on-the-tree, so I think the steering column is going to have to remain original. I'm not a good enough mechanic to move the shifter."

She continues chattering at the poor guy, slowly steering the conversation to her real interest. "Hey, you got a boathouse, too? I might know someone looking to rent a slip. Do you rent slips and store boats? How about dry dock and repair?"

Let me know if you want rolls.


Evil GM

Kenneth

"Maybe not a meeting, I'll drop a message off at that bar we met up in that time." Kenneth can almost her a soft chuckle down the line as she remembers what happened. "It'll contain what the Herald needs to know."

I can let you describe the 'bar scene' (it should only be a short one) or I can?


Male Warrior-Bard of Old; Herald of Brigid Stress: P: OOOO M:OOOO S:OOO; Fate Points: 2;

Kenneth chuckles then says, "Aye, lass, ye remember who you're speaking tae? You might need tae be a little more specific."

He laughs again, then adds, "And, nae, 'tisnae that I dinnae recall fun times, in a pub with you. 'Tis more that I can think ay quite a few times that a body could call 'that time'."

He raises and eyebrow, then with a grin, starts on a list, "Just off the top ay my head, mind... Dae ye mean the one where we scandalized the owner intae thinking that our date was a paid transaction? -- Incidentally, by the by, ye'd still be a bargain at twice the agreed price -- Or mayhap the one where you were vexed about the barmaid's extra attention and her flirting, only tae have her slip both ay us her number when we settled up? -- Still say ye should ay called her, she looked quite energetic --- Or, if you'd prefer, there's the time I got intae a fight with those football hooligans that couldn't keep a mindful tone tae any woman in the place? -- Wait, no, it cannae be that one, I'm nae allowed tae go back there -- Oh, what about the one where I was playing that night and you almost got intae a fight with that lass who kept trying tae rush the stage? -- I still think she was trying tae get at the bass player, incidentally -- Or the one where the house band was so terrible that I tried tae use the Flame of Inspiration tae help them -- which only made things worse because they still hadnae any talent, but now were trying tae be creative with fills and solos..."

He trails off and then snaps his fingers and says, "Wait, no... I think I ken which one... where we met for a nice lunch, had a pair ay pints more than we should have, and then talked our way intae the back tae borrow the cot where they normally let folk 'sleep it off'... and then didnae sleep all afternoon. Would that be where I should be sending the Herald tae find his dossier?"


Evil GM

Edwyn

There's a wry rasping chuckle from the other end of the phone, the smooth plastic feels heavy in your hands; "You are the Investigator, not I. What I want to know is how she came back, what limitations are upon her, if the process is repeatable. As you may guess this could be beneficial to thyself..."

There's a pause from the other end; "Certainly other questions could be useful, the question of religion and so forth - however I don't believe that is as easy to gain answers to. She must have Power or knowledge, that is why the Formor attacked... punish them for their transgressions."

"York may not be under Vampire control anymore, but it is not open ground. Find them too and show no mercy." He says with a dark fanaticism of the old religions.


Evil GM

Danny

Nice roll

She stands slowly from behind the desk, with a friendly smile on her face and a hand on her heavily rounded belly - demonstrating why she will soon be on leave. "Oh, what I pity! A nice chap like you, I'd love to work with you. Well the boss is out at the moment, Jack his lad is about somewhere."

With a smile she adds; "Oh, it's Kelly, bee-tee-dubs. How's about I get you a tea? Or coffee, instant alright?" She pauses for a moment and looks to a side area; "Why don't you get me a tea, think of it as a trying for a recommendation." She smiles, craftily and points to a small room next to the 'managers' office.


Evil GM

Sal

He looks with some trepidation to the boathouse, it's battered and rusted sides meet the painted blockwork base. "Oh, that. Yeah, we do a bit of stuff in there."

"Here's the Fiat, it's pretty good for a 'write-off' but you know how insurance geezers are. Now, I'm pretty good with body-work. Maybe not as experienced as Da', but I can work some magic especially for someone with your sort of knowledge." He moves in front of a decent looking Fiat, with a heavily dented roof and no windows.

Opening it up and popping the hood for inspection; "Sounds like you've a bit of work to do, now we can do just parts or give you a bit of a hand. Then again, part of the beauty of it is trying to fix it theesenth."

Deceit (or similar) TN3:
He quickly moved on from the boathouse, he knows something about the place - but isn't willing to talk to easily to strangers. However, it doesn't seem like he had direct contact with the people (Formor), he definitely didn't seem to be afraid of them or the 'supernatural'.

And another roll of some social sort to get more info out of him please.


Evil GM

Kenneth

As Kenneth starts his recollections, from the other end of the phone Laura seems to rapidly move into an even more private location. "Good time, you Crazy Celt. The latter, although they'll be no 'sleeping it off' - I'm on duty." She very quickly adds in a soft tone; "No-that-doesn't-mean-I'll-have-my-hand-cuffs-with-me. Not-after-that-time-at-the-park...." She then hangs up.

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A small time later

The pub, cresting on the "real ale meets saturday evening" popularity, with the range of a dozen brews both cask and keg. Lays open before Kenneth, the dozen or so people in there mainly students, a couple of locals and a pair of obviously American tourists comprise the afternoon clientèle.

Laura stands at the bar, in an informal version of her work uniform. White shirt with a couple of buttons open, a black skirt and a light jacket over the seat of a barstool - making her seem like a typical office worker who's gotten off early. With a gin & tonic in her hand she salutes Kenneth and beckons him over by pushing a pint of ruddy beer towards the chair next to her.


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DSXMachina wrote:


With a smile she adds; "Oh, it's Kelly, bee-tee-dubs. How's about I get you a tea? Or coffee, instant alright?" She pauses for a moment and looks to a side area; "Why don't you get me a tea, think of it as a trying for a recommendation." She smiles, craftily and points to a small room next to the 'managers' office.

Danny looks from 'Kelly', to her belly, and to the side area, seeming to take a moment to put the pieces together. In reality he is just taking a slow breath, not wanting to jump the gun and seem to eager.

'Finally' Danny seems to get all the parts into place, and he turns his charming slacker-smile on Kelly.

"Oh, OH! Of course! Sorry! Sit right back down, I'll get'cha a cuppa." Danny slides easily into the 'British-always-politeness' that he found so charming and yet so annoying at the same time.

"Congrats by the way. How far along are ya? Is this your first?" Danny asks chatting politely. (In that unfortunately annoying way that ALL people with OUT kids speak to the obviously pregnant. Like being pregnant makes your life story suddenly public domain. At least he resisted the urge to try and touch the belly.)

He speaks slowly (compared to his usual hi-speed chatter) enough that he easily keeps his accent nondescript as he clumsily putters around the tiny kitchenette-area, taking stock of whats there.

"I luv kids me. Sis says I'd make a terrible role model. Mebbe she's right. But I think I'd be a brilliant Uncle." Danny continues chatting as he finds his way around and manages to get the water going.

"Not like THAT'S gonna happen anytime soon. She's too busy puttering around with her cars and motorbikes to 'settle down'. How do you take it?" Danny asks, popping his head back out and looking around. he makes sure his gaze doesn't linger on the 'MANAGER' door as he wonders if its open and how he could take a swift peek around.

THEN he wonders, what exactly would he be looking for?
It's highly unlikely that anyone in cahoots with the Fomor would leave convenient, easy clues to find. Like paperwork lying about with something easily spotable like,... 'Rental contract for Boat Slip. FOmor. For use of transportation of kidnapped people with magical abilities. Paid up through hostile takeover or end of the world. Whichever comes first'.

Nope. Probably not. SO it's back to the old standby. Getting info out the nice lady that she possibly doesn't even realize that she has. Or at least Danny HOPES she doesn't realize,.. he would be very unhappy to find that she was in cahoots with the fomor on purpose. She seems nice enough.
(Of course, Danny once dated two insane redheads. At the same time. So he's NOT always the best judge of character. He's also a slow learner sometimes.)


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Deceit: 4d3 - 4 + 1 ⇒ (3, 3, 2, 3) - 4 + 1 = 8 Not fond of the boathouse, are you, hijo? Sal thinks.

Sal lets out a soft but genuine oooooh, a connoisseur's appreciation of the sight of the high-powered engine. "Such a shame. These rich guys get a car they can't handle OR appreciate and wreck a work of art like this. And you're so right. I do as much as I can myself, though I'm not afraid to ask for help on things I don't like or am not good at, like body work." She looks at the mechanic appraisingly. "I'm surprised you don't fix this Fiat up yourself. Might be able to sell it for a pretty penny! Or drive it around, impress the girls." She grins up at him.

She looks around a bit, thinking. "I'm not sure I can use these parts for my own car, but if you have a place to fix it up, we could go halves on it and work on it together, split the proceeds? If you don't have a shop, we'd just need a shelter, like that boathouse. Might be a good use of it if it's not already full."

Deceit: 4d3 - 4 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1, 3, 2) - 4 + 1 = 4


Male Warrior-Bard of Old; Herald of Brigid Stress: P: OOOO M:OOOO S:OOO; Fate Points: 2;

Me (Kenneth)

Kenneth looks around the place, scanning for supernatural threats... and beautiful women.... automatically, 'Tis a mite bit busier than last time we were here... His gaze lingers on a spot of empty wall, I reckon the wee drunk tank's just about there... might be fun tae a look for auild time's sake... After noting the cute new barmaid explaining to the tourist that the keg's not off, but that he'd ordered a pint of the extra-hoppy bitter, his eyes settle on Laura. Aye, and just the person tae spend a mite ay time with...

He considers sneaking up on her to say something completely inappropriate, hoping to make her blush, or giggle, or both.. Aye, she hates that, says it isnae professional, but the wee bit ay flush makes her even more beautiful.... As does the deeper, whole body flush... ach, she's seen me and is looking serious..

He slides into the offered chair and says with a wink, "Aye, ye look just like your picture online. Good, good. I was worried when all the photos were out ay date that I'd be needing a mate tae call me and rescue me, but it's looking more like you're just tae active tae be wasting all your time with selfies."

He reaches for the beer, "Dae I need tae ask the bartender if he's kept an eye on this? I'm told ye should nae take drinks in a pub that you didnae see them pour." He winks again, then says, "A'course, a bonnie lass like yourself likely wouldnae need tae drug a chap."

He starts to lean forward for a kiss, then holds, "Ach, you're nae on the clock, right? That's actually a G&T and nae just a tonic tae throw a body off? Wouldnae want tae cause any trouble with ye if you're on duty... but, if you arenae, then I'm like tae have a few things tae say about your legs in that skirt... and maybe a few whispers tae remind you about how much fun we had last time we were here.."

He holds up a hand and smiles, "I ken, I ken, there's nae time. In fact, I agree... I just thought it was worth building up a wee bit ay anticipation for later... A'sides, it nae hurts tae be a mite on edge when there's scary things in the dark. Keeps a body on its toes... So, is there a dossier I need tae be reading, or will this be an oral debrief -- and get your mind out ay the gutter, young lady."


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For lack of a proper reflex, Edwyn shudders voluntarily. He was really starting to regret making this phone call, but the professional in him just couldn't help it. I've had some creepy clients before, but this guy really takes the cake. Once this is over, I should really look into raising my rates...

"...Understood," he says finally, unable to deny his personal stake in the matter. That he is being given so little in the way of direction merely means that he has more freedom to act as he pleases. Ordinarily that would do wonders for his work ethic, but nothing about this case was ordinary. Including his job, apparently. He did not like the idea of asking favors of someone he is already indebted to, but he was out of his depth here.

"Before I set out to punish the Fomor, I don't suppose you have anything I can use against them, do you? I'm a detective, not a crusader. Just one of those things was able to toss me around like a rag-doll."


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Evil GM

Danny

She smiles at Danny's practised patter; "Oh yeah, it's my first. I'm very excited, you know." There's a hint of nervousness to her attitude however; "Good cuppa this, boss like at least 3 sugars in his. Which is much too sweet for me, speaking of sweet did you see "Love ISland" last night that was so romantic. Man I'd love someone to sweep me off to a desert island."

"Much better than the lousy barge we have outside, once went down that with Dennis, my lad at the time before he cheated on me with Shirleen, she's a cow if ever I saw one, although Dennis's mate Jaden was trying it on with me so I shouldn't say anything; anyway we were going on the river - Dennis and me - not me and Jaden, he wouldn't stump up for a cinema ticket let alone borrow the bosses boat to travel to Selby. It were well romantic!" she concludes her verbose and winding story.

"Oh you have a sister? Cool." Kelly finally remembers, giving Danny a run for his money in the overly-talkative stakes.


Evil GM

Sal

Flattered by the American's knowledge and praise, smiles back. "Yeah, wish I could. Da' has his boat in there, and...." with a quick glance around to check that no-one is listening; "....he's rented to out for a few days to one of his mates from the boozer. I ain't supposed to go in there, maybe after they've moved the stuff out." He gives a shrug, clearly used to doing what his father wants.


Evil GM

Edwyn

"Look in the old roll-top desk, the top right-hand draw is a vial. That'll ensure you cannot be thrown around anymore, it's dust from the summit of the great mountains. Drab a spot on your fore-head and you'll be protected - however I'd advise against swimming." Your mentor says with a wry tone, avoiding explaining exactly what the substance will do; "If you require offense, well I know a friend of friend who can help or there is a stave I can courier to you."


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Danny grins.

"Oi yeah! Well,... Part of it anyways. Enough to know I wuz right about that one fellow. He's a jerk. But the OTHER guy, sorry I'm turrible wit' names, I admit I wouldn'a mind losin out on the island if it wuz to him. He's just so,... Dang,... classy. Ya know?" Danny shrugs.

"Leastwise, Sis seems to agree, judgin' by the way she wuz eyeballin' the telly when she weren't fussin at me fer watchin' it." Danny adds with a knowing brotherly smirk.

'Wow. This lady can talk. I wonder if that's what I sound like to the others? Most of the time? Naw,... Wait, 'barge'?!?'

"Waitaminute. Yer boss has his own boat? THAT is so wicked. Me friend's Dad had a boat when I was little. He'd let me ride along some times. I always thought that would be the coolest thing ever, havin' yer own boat, gettin' ta ride free on the waves whenever yah wanted. Granted I never got to try being romantic on one. Now THAT makes it sound ever better!" Danny grins, not having to fake his enthusiasm.

"Do yah think I could take a peek at it? I haven't been on a boat in years. Never gave up on dreaming the dream though, you know?"

'Oh, sis? Yah she's outside, lookin' for her bits and parts. Don' git me wrong, she's not as bad as all that, nevermind my complainin'. She just wants whats 'best' fer me I guess. But she doesn't GET me, ya know?" Danny leans closer to the pregnant woman, clearly confiding something he would never tell his 'sister'.


Evil GM

Kenneth

"Oh as much as I'd like a verbal briefing, or debriefing, it'll have to be quick." she purrs into her gin, from a small bag - an eminently sensible business choice rather than Laura's usual going out clutches. Carefully to avoid any liquid from the base of the drinks, she puts a card on the counter-top.

"I've heard rumours that he may be connected with this mornings' troubles, however he is connected. Not sure your type of connections or more mundane - or if they are different anymore..." There's a hint of melancholy to her words, but she pushes past them in a professional way; "This is his offices, I've not got a name, just a business and a warning to stay away - lest there be legal repercussions." She smiles a trifle viciously; "Hence I thought I might sick you on them, especially because you'll owe me one - or maybe more than one."


Male Warrior-Bard of Old; Herald of Brigid Stress: P: OOOO M:OOOO S:OOO; Fate Points: 2;

Kenneth nods, "Aye, the degree tae which there's overlap between worlds ay late is a mite disconcerting. Some self-important vanilla dobber went and signed hisself ontae the Unseelie Accords, things ain't been right since. A'course, there was also the wee matter ay the wizard-vampire war... Ach, the bloody world sounds like a bad set ay episodes ay some show Danny'd like tae make me watch."

He takes a pull of his drink, shakes his head, and then taps the card, "In any case, thanks for this. I'll head over a take a quick look - and try nae tae mess up anything if there's something that's more actionnable on your side ay thing than mine. A'course, if ye've heard anything else about what a body might expect, I'd be more than pleased tae hear it."

He takes the opportunity to lift the pint glass to his lips, finishing the drink and giving Laura a chance to respond before putting it down, sighing and saying, "Duty calls... Though I'm right certain that's your line and nae mine." He stands, then leans in for a kiss, whispering, "Guess this'll be a downpayment, then...", but blinks as he pulls away, adding, "Though, as I think on it, if you're siccing me on them, then it's me doing you the favour... So, by my count, it'd be you owing me one? Or many, as the case may be?"


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"Bummer," Sal sighs. "Looks like there's nothing here that I need right now, and I have to wait for my ex-boyfriend to try for that job you've got open. I made it clear he wasn't staying with me for free, so he sweet-talked me into giving him a ride looking for jobs." She makes a rueful face, rolling her eyes at her own gullibility.

"Will you keep that Fiat rebuild in mind? When will your dad's buddy be done with the boathouse? I'll check back in after that if you really want to restore that beauty. Maybe I'll drive my rebuild so you can see it!" Sal smiles brightly at her new mechanic friend. "In the meantime, you okay with me wandering around out here? Never know what kind of buried treasure you can find in a place like this." She looks around the rusty junkyard as if it's a small piece of gear head heaven.

At least there aren't junkyard dogs in this one, she muses. Come to think of it, when was my last tetanus shot?


Evil GM

Sal

'Ex-boyfriend?' The young man looks to the big corrugated steel building; "Well, I think Da' said that they'd be done with it by noon. I certainly haven't seen any figures in there today, although there were a bit of noise as I opened up early in the morning."

He motions to the building and produces a key from his pocket, "We could check it out and see if there's space clear for you."


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Sal mentally jumps up and down and rubs her hands with glee.

In real life, she just smiles. "Awesome! That'll save me another trip out here. Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

Louis is, naturally, pronounced Loo-eee.

The phone in her pocket beeps and vibrates its 30 minute timer. "Woops, gotta check in with Mom. Never shoulda bought her a phone, but I didn't think she'd learn how to use it." Sal laughs, quickly texts Kenneth making progress 30 more minutes to next checkin, and sets the timer for another half-hour. She nods to her fellow. "Done. I'm Sal, by the way. Don't tell me your name is really Louis?"

She chats with the mechanic while they walk, keeping the phone in her hand and her hands in her jacket pockets, ready to pull it out for quick photos.

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