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SEPTEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME!

SEPTEMBER 2022 TDM
Another month, another test drive meme! Our test drive memes are open to anyone interested - regardless of whether or not you join our game!

All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.

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IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE

Prompt One
[Image One: Bread Cornucopia filled with fruits and veggies]
[Image Two: Creepy glass eye embedded in sand]

Prompt Two
[Image One: A Lone Lighthouse by night]
[Image Two: Ghost Ship in dilapidated condition]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Wasps, Wasp Nest made from human Mask screaming terror, swirling eddies in wasp Nest]
[Image Two: Horribly mutilated Cenobite in Latex gear with exposed teeth]

STANDARD ARRIVAL
WHEN: First Week of September
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk, Koz's Orphanage
CONTENT WARNINGS: Creepy Prosthetics buried in the sand


On some level, you are one of the fortunate ones. The storms of August are now a distant memory. It is the waning of the Blood Moon and the tempestuous state of the Beast Moon this year is fading finally while the harvest is being collected. Sleepers arriving find no particular difficulty in actually reaching the shores for the most part, and transformations back into their natural state of being are relatively easy. They are met by happy Trenchies and fellow Sleepers with robes of white and their bags as normal, and motioned towards the waiting tents set up along the

What is strange, however, is that when Sleepers arrive, they may find their eyes drawn to something disturbing amongst the sand. Water washes with the waves and tide, and reveals a body part! They are always prosthetics of some variety, and many are glass eyes that eerily stare at the person. They can be retrieved with some ease, though they're in bad need of cleaning. Perhaps they belong to someone in town? If not, however, asking around will get a suggestion to bring those to Koz's Orphange in Crenshaw. They have a Lost and Found there, and it is the season of finding what and who is lost. If they do, they might catch a glimpse of Koz floating mournfully through the area, and one of the children will gratefully take the item, saying that they will add it to the rest of the Lost and Found, before coming back with a photo in hand. "Here, I found this, and I think it might be yours?" The photo is, indeed, of the giver and someone from their past. Perhaps it is an actual photo taken, or one they cannot remember having been taken. Regardless, it is offered to them in a cheap wooden frame. How it got there, the orphan does not know. It was probably there when they arrived.

SEASONAL DETAILS ON THE BOARDWALK

The Boardwalk is quite the spectacle this time of year, and those who were here the prior year will remember many of the decorations and festivities. Pumpkins have been stacked on spikes lining the Boardwalk with grotesquely realistic carvings of faces decorated on them. Massive white linen has been hung in the air to look like ghosts floating back and forth against the ocean wind.

Delicious smells waft from the Boardwalk as fresh donuts, candied apples, and hot apple cider are sold at every other booth, along with complementary cornucopias given to each new Sleeper made out of bread that has fruits of all varieties but always seems to have a small jar of the favorite fruit, seed, vegetable (or even meat) of the person receiving it. If asked where it is from, the Sleepers shrug and say "The Orphans took up a collection to give a welcoming gift to new arrivals." If what is in the jar is eaten by the person given it, it will help to ease their mind and give them a calm that can last up to a week as they acclimate.

Preparations are in order for this year's Black Parade. An annual celebration, it is promoted among the excited locals as something that people can participate in. Face Painting booths and costumes are available to those who wish them, with the statement by the Trenchies, "We do it to disguise ourselves from roaming spirits and hungry beasts."
A FADED MEMORY
WHEN: Mid October
WHERE: In Swimming distance (Barely) of the Farther Shores
CONTENT WARNINGS: Ghostly Ship & Lighthouse, Threat of Corruption, Remains of Ghastly Murder and Dismembered Corpse


It is by accident that your eyes chance to look towards the Farther Shores. There, you happen to see a lighthouse, but you know for certain that it cannot be the lighthouse that is normally there and manned by the fishermen. You can't usually see that from this angle. The moment that you see it, a feeling of mounting dread falls upon you, and you realize that there is no light in the lighthouse. Though the compulsion to investigate can be resisted, there is an almost overwhelming urge to go, to investigate, to re-ignite the flame before it is too late!

The question is getting out there. The fishermen, when the lighthouse is mentioned, will make warding gestures and look terrified. All will resolutely refuse to sail out, muttering incomprehensible curses and lashing their boats securely to the shore. There will be no fishing tonight. The lighthouse, from the docks and shores, is out in the water on a rocky outcrop that nobody remembers being there, though any Trenchy asked will pale at the mention. The only way to get out there is to swim. It is a hard, dangerous swim, but the tide is coming in, rather than going out, so the riptide is not pulling down. It can be done, or a raft can be hastily made. When clambering up the stone steps to the lone lighthouse, it is apparent its door is ajar. And within? Horror awaits.

The insides of the tower are caked in viscuous, green blood. The Lighthouse itself is barely standing. It looks as if a thunderous, colossal fist has battered it repeatedly, the building nearly collapsing at every step. It does not actually break apart, but those who ascend the steps find themselves fighting not to slip on old, caked and thick blood that smells of roses. The contact with the blood isn't doing anything good to the person's sanity and hallucinations of the screams of the dying can be heard, along with shrieks of "What is it?" at the top of someone's voice. An increase in corruption is possible here, though not required. The more one contacts the blood, the greater the risk is. In the top of the lighthouse, dismembered, skeletal remains lay in gobs of what may once have been flesh. One of them holds desperately a torch in their hand, and there is a lighter present. One look out into the night will see a great vessel approaching, broken, its sails tattered and ruined. there is little time, and hopefully the lighter works!

The moment the torch lights the lamp in the lighthouse, the ship veers away from a collision course that would have destroyed the lighthouse and likely the flimsy rock outcropping on which it stood. Shades of dead sailors stare in horror at those who man the lighthouse today, the ship sailing away into the night. All are pointing beyond, and if you look over your shoulder, you can barely see a collosal figure in shadow walking into the town beyond, seemingly confused and wailing. Nothing further happens, and when the people in the lighthouse reach shore again, they will find upon turning back that it is gone, as is the outcropping, though a close inspection does see the remains of a shallow of stone there where the island once stood.

Note: The Ghost ship cannot be interacted with. If someone has the ability to reach it, they will pass through it only to realize it is nothing more than a memory in the land. Fragments of rotted wood and broken masonry can be found in the water below, covered in countless barnacles. Nothing within them shows any proof of what once transpired. There is a risk of corruption from blood exposure, though this is very much up to the players if they wish to incorporate it.

No Trenchy will willingly speak of what transpired, though a careful investigation at the Pale Sanctuary may find a tome among the sacred texts associated with Cloverfield. Reading from it, one might find a forgotten marking that the first sighting of Cloverfield, long ago, saw the collapse of the original lighthouse. No Disciple recalls the incident, and none will speak of it.

FRIEND OR FOE
WHEN: Anytime in October
WHERE: At the frindges of the main districts
CONTENT WARNINGS: demonic bugs, Bug Horror, Grotesque death, Self mutilation, Bug Infestation


The first thing that alerts you to the danger is the screams. They are agonizing, gut-wrenching and full of naked horror. When traveling near the edge of any of the districts, particularly the Crenshaw district, it is possible at times to witness a truly horrifying sight. The screams, if investigated, come upon the grisly attack of a horde of not exactly wasps but closer to demonic insects swarming over a person. They shriek, their whole form shrouded by the terrible creatures as they're being stun and the things seem to be extruding some sort of substance to cocoon them while still alive to one of the trees. There is no cry for help, as the person is clearly unaware of who is there, but do you reach out to save them?

If you do not, the scene is horrific and grisly beyond reckoning. The wasps trap the hapless victim against a tree, grafting the extruded paper all over their screaming visage to form a new wasp nest before they ultimately begin crawling inside of them, devouring them from the inside out and implanting their eggs in the new 'home' created for them. It is at this time that the palpable danger may dawn upon you. The infernal bugs have not yet seen you, but they seem to be aware that there is other life around. Do you take this moment to try and beat a hasty retreat, or do you fight it out with the bugs? They can be destroyed, but only by means of abilities and powers that destroy multiples at once, such as great gouts of flame. Hopefully you have a coldblood present! Fleeing them is easier, but can you leave this person to their fate? Still, if instead you observe and take no action, eventually the bugs seem to notice you, and though they swarm near, as long as they are not attacked, they seem to do nothing.

Strange.

If, however, you try to save the victim, a very different scene plays out. The same rules apply to fight the swarm, and if you stop them short of killing their victim, you will see just who it is that you have saved. There, mutilated through self scarification and brutally altered in horrible ways that seem almost fetishistic, is one of the blood crazed zealots. Despite being weakened and badly injured, they lash out at you, their defender. The power that they wield with their blood is incredible, and they demonstrate an ability to wield it that is well documented. The only note is that no Cold-blooded Zealots are present, and so their powers are not represented this time. However, they are drained and though they pose a threat to your life, they can be killed here with a bit of care, can be resisted with great difficulty and certainly be escaped. Either way, there is no true reward for having killed them other than knowing that you have done so. Why are they here? Alone?

It is almost as if they were an advance scout, and the wasps were someone's defense against them, someone's early warning.

CODING
wingstosee: (shouldhaveknown)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ the giggle turns into an abrupt coughing fit, one where the boy suddenly seems incapable of looking at ianthe. or anywhere in her general direction, at least. ]

Haha. Um. I wouldn't... I'm not. You know.

[ it's not said like he's entirely certain he's not. but it's not said like he's certain he is, either. perhaps he's simply incapable of that sort of certainty to begin with. ]

I don't really want to go near it to begin with. [ he seems almost hesitant to admit it. but, well... this lady is making dick jokes. and, um, jokes about. gay things. maybe it's fine to just say it. ] It feels like... something a lot bigger than me. Like a job for a hero, or something. A transformation sequence and some big fight where you call your attacks, you know?

[ ... ]

...I don't really want any of that. It just seems... kind of garbage.
wingstosee: (iseethedevil)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ he looks like he's about to start crying. it's not even clear if he thinks he's done something wrong or if it's just a great misunderstanding.

what is clear is the way venus just. wordlessly holds up the arm for shiro to take.
]
shiro2hero: (y i k e s dot jpg)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-10-13 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh no.]

[Oh no, what - what did he say. Shiro.exe is processing. Processing... the thoughts starting to fall into place like tetris blocks. Listen. The man has high intelligence, but wisdom is his dump stat.]

[When the realization hits, it looks like he just got smacked with a pile of bricks.]


Oh! Oh, no! No no, no. No, it's not - [More gesturing, this time at his attached arm.] This is the only one I have. That's not mine. Just - this one. Here.
wingstosee: (unacceptable)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. [ and then, a moment later- ] Oh! Oh, g- oh, jeez, I'm so sorry! I thought- um, you probably already knew, but...

[ he pulls the arm back about halfway. then extends it slightly again, like jerking it back is rude. then sort of gets caught in that little loop and just. clutches the dirty arm tight to his own chest. ]

Right. Okay. I'll just... Keep cleaning? I guess?
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[personal profile] necroprince 2022-10-13 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[This might be the saddest thing she's ever seen, so repressed, so fearful. It almost reminds her of Babs. She looks at him with a smile somewhere between deep mirth and pity. She huffs a laugh.

It's hardly like you have to be gay to enjoy being penetrated. Babs... might or might not have been, and she still penetrated him anyway. With a sword.

And then the other confession. She could make fun of this, point out the euphemisms, but it's interesting, so she'll play along.]


I'd phrase it more along the lines of... incredibly stupid. Wandering into a haunted lighthouse that calls out to you like some cheap harlot wanting to suck you dry - [She can't resist.] - and expecting to get a pat on the back when it all goes just swimmingly. Incredibly stupid.

There's no such thing as heroes anyway. Just the people dumb enough to believe they could be one if they tried.
wingstosee: (idlethoughts)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Well... Yeah? That too. I mean, I feel like you have to be at least a little stupid to even count as a hero. Or maybe to be a good person at all.

[ he's not really judging on that front, even if it absolutely sounds like he is. it's not like he's smart or good, after all - even if he's smart enough to absolutely catch that little innuendo, thank you very much. but he clears his throat and doesn't entirely turn into a useless mess at it, so at least he's got that going for him. it's only when ianthe says that last bit - there's no such thing as heroes- that he interjects again. ]

No? Heroes are definitely real. They're... [ the absolute worst, he almost says, and cuts himself off with a polite cough before instead saying: ] ...God's favorites. I mean, God's mercy extends to everyone and all, but he definitely plays favorites, right?

[ huh. does he sound... bitter about god? that can't be right. ]
shiro2hero: (incoming dad jokes hold on)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-10-13 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
No, I'm sorry. Man, I - I really messed that one up.

[But, thankfully, when it looks like he's not going to burst out crying, or running, or have a panic attack. Shiro's own expression relaxes. Into relief. And that kind of exasperated embarrassment you get when you've put your foot in your mouth.]

Hang - hang on, let me try again?

[This, mostly, because he thinks he's funny. He turns away for a short count, then back around to Venus, holding his hand out.]

Hi, I'm Shiro, I live in Trench and I'm helping the Wakers out today. Nice to meet you and your prosthetic. Not mine, because... I only have the one I'm currently armed with.

[Venus maybe you should go.]
necroprince: (bev johnson 2)

ntn spoilers

[personal profile] necroprince 2022-10-13 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Maybe he's not that dumb after all. She hums in agreement, thinking of Palamedes Sextus - or (eugh) Paul as they're calling themselves now. An idiot, who killed himself out of spite or love or whatever he wants to call it.

Not a hero, despite their little attempts.

She laughs sharply at the declaration that a hero is God's favorite. What does that make her, then? The last hero? Well, second last. Gideon - Kiriona - (Gideon isn't hers, Kiriona is) is much closer to that title. Out of the two of them, she's butchered her way through enough enemy ranks to deserve it.

No, Ianthe's the best option, the most effective. But she's never the favorite.]


Oh, for sure. He plays favorites like you wouldn't believe. Between you and me, he can be kind of wishy washy about who deserves mercy and who deserves eternal suffering, our Lord. Oh well, nobody's perfect.

[There's no faith in her voice, no devotion, no love. But there is acknowledgement of His divine power. God is real, and he's decided to make it everyone's problem.

She doesn't like John. Nor does she really fear him, though she's seen first hand what happens to the people that cross him and wouldn't love to join them in a great big puddle of goo - but she does need him. And she needs to keep him weak and alone and pathetic.]


Still, I'm not sure that's correct. He might call them heroes, but he can call anything a hero. Do you think if I ask really nicely he'll even call me one? [It's a joke.

He already has. The Lyctor Prince, The Saint of Awe. Prince Ianthe Naberius.]
Edited 2022-10-13 06:20 (UTC)
entreats: (before the day is done)

[personal profile] entreats 2022-10-13 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
It will be awkward. In so many ways. Ange is well aware of that. There's just things she knows about Martin that she knows he wouldn't share with just anyone, and what is she supposed to do? Tell him about those things and make everything more awkward? Pretend she doesn't know, awkwardly?

".. No. Not too awkward."

That's something Ange can settle on.

"I don't.." Her voice trails off. Everything about her sounds and looks so embarrassed, but Ange forces herself to just say it all the same. "I don't want to lose you twice."

By just rejecting the idea of getting near this Martin. Pretending he isn't here.

"So as long as I'm not making you super awkward, I'd like to-- to try this again, I guess." Getting to know him, for the second time.
icanhearscreams: (i'll do it.)

[personal profile] icanhearscreams 2022-10-13 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
What do you want me to say? "Yippee"?

[Spiritual activity... ugh. He's not sure.]

There's always something going on at the shoreline. There's also the woods... there tends to be a lot of beasts there. I don't really go there. I'm not much of a fighter.
ekkoeffect: (009)

[personal profile] ekkoeffect 2022-10-13 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[He sees the changes again, the way her feelings are exposed by her shifting colors. She talks about having no colors and yet colors is all she has. All she's ever been.]

We both grew up in the undercity. Whatever blue skies or nice things we found, we made for ourselves. We did what we had to do to survive. All of us.

[That is the most he's going to give her. He won't absolve her, because she's done far too much for that to happen. And he doesn't have the right. But he can't help but think of this new world. They aren't there anymore, and maybe...maybe Jinx doesn't have to go back. He wants to, he knows how much he's needed, but her...]

There's no such thing as "living like everyone else." We all gotta live our own lives our own way. You make the choices you want to make now. No one else can decide anything for you. When has "can't" ever stopped someone like us?
ekkoeffect: (001)

[personal profile] ekkoeffect 2022-10-13 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
yeah. still settling in. you too, i'm guessing?
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[personal profile] ekkoeffect 2022-10-13 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Does hiding from the truth ever help?

[Because he can't accept that, either. The truth may be dirty, brutal, ugly, but it's always going to be there. Waiting.]

There are a lot of people here, and I don't think they all just gave up and never wanted to go back. So maybe rejecting ain't the way to go about it.

[Since it just seems to go back to the squid thing.]
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[personal profile] ekkoeffect 2022-10-13 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Heh. Somehow not that much. [Vi, always was someone standing for protecting who she cared about. If it meant tearing everything down, or holding it all together, that's what she would do.]

Lead the way.

[And he does follow her easily. His board is strapped securely to his back and he's climbing the sides of the building and taking off over roofs without any trouble. The city looks different this way, than it does on the ground.]

So I take it you don't bother with the ground when you don't have to.
wingstosee: (unacceptable)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
That's kind of a relief. And also, kind of not? Usually when people say you can wing it, they're just not saying the "if you want to fail" part.

[ a real ray of sunshine, isn't he. he looks to anna's arm, a mild curiosity on his face, and then to anna as a whole. there's an expression of something there - something hard to place. something he doesn't even fully know himself. attraction without attraction. beauty without beauty. a flash of anger, or perhaps sadness, or perhaps jealousy, or perhaps infatuation.

then his gaze goes back to anna's arm. then to anna's face again. then to anna's arm. then to anna's face, as his eyes go wide and he says:
]

Oh my god did I take apart your spare arm.
dynatox: (terry // 021)

[personal profile] dynatox 2022-10-13 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He takes a deep breath in, willing himself to admit it: ] Yes.

[ It's nothing shameful, he knows as much, but it's hard not to feel that way when the person he respects most would have dismissed it as a weakness. ]

A lot of soldiers do. When you've been through something like that your mind can keep going back to it, over and over. When I was thrown into the jungle it felt like I was eighteen again, being shot at by the enemy.
dynatox: (terry // 070)

[personal profile] dynatox 2022-10-13 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
So we did.

[ He looks out the window as well, although he's much less concerned about the ship than about getting rid of that awful feeling he had when the lighthouse was dark. ]

No, not yet, but I'll find somewhere. I've negotiated real estate before.
dynatox: (terry // 034)

[personal profile] dynatox 2022-10-13 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
He needed a bit of time to think, that's all.

[ In other words, Terry needed to swing the power dynamic back in his direction, although the fact that he needed to do all that just to humble Kreese when he himself could be torn down with some harsh words says a lot about who still has the power. ]

John is worth more to me than anyone, and I still sent him to prison. What do you think I'd be willing to do to you and your friends if you're making my life difficult?
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[personal profile] dynatox 2022-10-13 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Los Angeles, California. And you?

[ He's pretty sure he can place the accent, but for the sake of conversation he'll ask anyway. ]
dynatox: (terry // 134)

[personal profile] dynatox 2022-10-13 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Better than you, certainly, but that isn't a difficult task.

[ He takes his foot off of Johnny's chest and kicks him, sharply, in the side. ]

You'd do well to let me be, Mr. Lawrence. You have no idea what I'm capable of.
wingstosee: (shouldhaveknown)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Beatrice. [ the italian pronunciation. ] Right. Like Dante's Inferno.

[ there's a red flush to his cheeks that hints that it's not not attraction. whatever complicated morass of emotions this boy feels, he certainly finds beatrice beautiful. ]

Venus! I'm just. Venus. [ he stands up straight as she asks, his back evening out as he stands to almost militaristic attention. even here, though, he minimizes himself - folding his arms in and grabbing his elbows, his shoulders hunching slightly. ] It's, um... Nice to meet you? Even in the. Circumstances.
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[personal profile] manyone 2022-10-13 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Huhuhu! Clever boy~!

[ Beatrice laughs and takes a draw from the pipe, exhales directly towards Venus' face without a care in the world. Venus. What a name for a boy to have, really--but then Beatrice is... aware of things. Acutely aware. Part of her feels disappointed Sayo isn't here--she'd be better equipped than Beato. ]

Venus. Such a pretty name for a boy~. The pleasure is mine, I promise. I assume you're a new Sleeper?
wingstosee: (smilingsoft)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the "clever" comment doesn't really get a response out of him. he knows that's not a word that gets to apply to him, after all. what does get a response, of all things, is the comment about his name being pretty. for a single moment, he lights up; there's a spark in his eyes, a single bit of starlight shining through as the corners of his lips twitch upward. then he forces it back, and the smile ends up only half-there, but there's still a gentle gratitude as he says: ]

Yeah. I just got here yesterday. [ a soft, nervous laugh - and then he winces, his hand flying up to cover the cut on his cheek. ] Oh, ow, I forgot. Is it... Am I still bleeding?

[ he absolutely is. not profusely, no, but bleeding nonetheless. ]
wingstosee: (covering)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Um. Sure?

[ he watches shiro with wide eyes, like he's still worried he might get in trouble if he looks away. for a moment, his eyes reflect nothing but confusion. what is this guy doing? what is he supposed to-

oh! it's a joke! he laughs just a moment too late, mouth turning up into a nervous smile.
]

Haha! Right. It's, um. Nice to meet you! I'm Venus, I'm from Kansas? And I guess I live here now.

[ you know. on account of the kidnapping. ]
wingstosee: (really)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-13 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Trust me, I got that already.

[ there's a bitter, foul irritation in his throat, almost like neptune's black bile. the lights in the corners of his eyes are stronger than ever, their pull away from the lighthouse almost hypnotic; he feels hands tugging at him, away from this promised heroism and towards something more comfortable. they urge him to speak, to expel the tar, to relax into that touch and look more directly.

so he does, for a moment.
]

But He is perfect. That's the whole problem, right? [ he stands straighter, and for a single moment someone else shows through in his body language. someone sharper and softer. someone more sweet and more vile. ] If he says they deserve something, then they deserve it. Doesn't matter what they've done to get there. If he points at your best friend and says "cast out the devil," then you're supposed to start casting, right?

[ there's a light in his eyes, something almost tangible - shining through those bright cyan irises. they're almost painful to look at, like this. ]

I don't want him to call me a hero. It sounds like the shittiest job imaginable.

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