Lowering herself down from the vent, Robin's feet touch the floor of the gemstone wing. It felt good to stretch out, and it was hard to do so without groaning, but she managed for the sake of being quiet. That wasn't the only impulse she was fighting. Look at all these unguarded treasures, and the gem! Right. Egg.
It felt almost too easy, the egg just sitting there ripe for the picking. After a few blinks, Robin feels the tug of her instincts telling her to eggsecute plan switcheroo. But with what? Her eyes scan the area. As she did, she silently mocked the fancy educated people as she took a step forward. Suddenly Uril came to mind. She remembered him ushering her down the one corridor behind the Gemstone wing where she noticed that closet when he pointed out some silly objects. Then she remembers him later in the Gemstone wing checking something out in the corner adjacent to the vent.
Using almost all her willpower, Robin pivots from walking towards the gem, to the wall Uril was poking about. With it having become obvious to her that she and the egg baby, when she'd snatch it, wouldn't fit through the vent together, she knew she needed to keep in mind an alternative too. So if it was another closet that Uril found, perhaps she could confirm another hiding spot and/or find something to swap the gem with.
The suspicion did not fully die in the curator's eyes, nor did the captain stop issuing orders for the search, but the Duke himself looked quite pleased, fully bought the flattery and enjoyed the praises no less than Evergreen before him.
"Thank you for your kind words, Professor McTurjey. I'm delighted to hear that my collection has been so well-received by the scholarly community," the Duke obviously was merely polite in his gratitude, but polite nevertheless. "It warms my heart to learn that the exhibition has piqued the interest of your colleague, Dr. Literat. The Archaeology Wing is certainly one of my personal favourites, and I'm pleased to hear that it has captured the attention of someone with such a discerning eye. As soon as he joins us, I will be glad to hear his opinion of it. Have you happened to see the collection of Duke Eltan?"
The subject of searching was not dropped but at least for now, nobody pressured Lorsan about the bag or the tickets.
Meanwhile, both Early and Uril hear the footsteps outside the bathrooms and Uril, who is closer to the attic exit can hear the question to the guard if anyone tried to get to the attic (with the firm "No" as an answer). There is no doubt the bathroom check will be next.
Uril has no idea he is a wanted man in the museum. He continues to don his armor and shield, as well as reequip his weapon, the mace he took from his dad. For now, he stays in the washroom stall. In his mind, he is waiting there for a considerable amount of time so that he can be sure everyone has left the building except for his companions and the guards. His mind is still invested in the "hide until it is after hours" plan.
When hearing people just outside the washroom pace quickly and mention a search, Uril looks at his mace and leaves it looped in his belt. He then digs into his boot and pulls out a letter opener instead. Uril isn't sure why he took his father's mace to begin with. He is not strong enough to wield it properly. Maybe he only took it to spite the ol'man, or simply because it was fashioned as a companion piece to the shield he was also wielding now. Whatever his impulse back then was, the truth was that Uril would likely not be able to put the weapon to good use. A letter opener on the other hand, well, the scribe had plenty of practice with that. He was sure he could put it to use as a self-defense weapon.
Despite his confidence in wielding the letter opener, Uril is panicking a bit. In this moment, he doesn't know what to do except for stabbing someone should they come to arrest him.
-> Taking the ready action to attack anyone opening his washroom stall's door who isn't one of his companions.
Uril also knew that Early was in a bathroom nearby, so he prepared to call for his new friend should he be discovered.
Robin operated as silently as one could, removing the grill and descending on the floor. The walls here were quite thick - the commotion outside was barely heard (not that it was too much of it anyway).
The door, that Uril found before, was right there. Robin did not even have to search. It opened up without a problem revealing precisely what was expected - cleaning equipment. A bit more delicate, with all the glass displays around, but the same purpose. Yes, that would be a perfect place to hide "space-wise". Though, it was not a secret to anyone, of course.
Nothing out of this stuff looks heavy enough or shaped appropriately to replace the Stone. And there was another problem - on the other side what was supposed to be a door as well, was not moving the slightest. Most likely fastened and reinforced to become a wall, rather than an entry point. However, it had to be much thinner than any part of the wall in the room.
Early found himself day dreaming a bit as he sat on the loo. His pants were up, he wasn't doing any business, but he was certainly thinking about a pretty girl he saw this evening and wondered...could he have a chance, she seemed most..... <footsteps> He's broken from his reverie by footsteps outside. Right. Yes. Mission. Thoughts about all the things he could have been doing if he'd planned ahead a bit better. What had he been thinking not bringing at least one change of clothes. Hmmm, well, best not to screw up their later plans. He pulls down his drawers and sits on the loo and waits to be found out. He absently wondered what everyone else was getting up to.
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The search party outside finally got to the checking of the bathrooms. Even with muffled sounds Uril and Early could hear someone first loudly knocking on the door (they began with the one near the stairs to the attic) then as loudly ask "Dr. Literat?" and attempt to open the door. Silence afterwards probably meant the bathroom was searched. The procedure was repeated until Uril's hideout was found.
"Dr. Literat?" Someone outside tried to open the door, failed and asked again. "Dr. Literat? Are you there? Are you all right, Sir?"
Early's hand drifts to the doorknob, ready to make a exit in party personality mode....when he hears them call out for some Doctor guy. His hand slid away from the door knob and he went still, listening as he hears someone responding. He stands still...waiting.
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"Oh... Apologies, Sir, the celebration is over, and guests are expected to leave. Kindly make your way to the exit as soon as possible. I will accompany you when you are ready, Sir."
Uril could hear some footsteps moving away from the door, but it's reasonable to assume at least one guard is still here and waiting - he said so.
It seems, once "Dr. Literat" was found, the search was over (at least for the moment) and Early could relax in his bathroom.
Robin could only hang out in a stuffy old closet for so long before realizing there really was no where to go. There was one door and nothing for her to use for a switcheroo. Looks like she didn’t do her due diligence while the boys did theirs. Shocker. So here she was with no other choice but to fall into an assumed trap. Welp. Time to get it over with. She exits and unless she miraculously finds something else in the gemstone room for the job, she meanders to the pedestal, prepared to send scat into a fan so to speak.
Uril sighs a sigh of defeat and walks out of the bathroom stall. He is in full gear now, and the bag is hanging on his side. If asked about it, Uril will say he is "geared up for protection" and vaguely wave toward the streets outside.
The guard (two, actually) might raise a brow but did not comment in any way and politely gestured toward the stairs down. On the way to the exit, Uril could see that the guard at the attic stairs was still there, as well as one by the door to the Gemstone Wing. As the trio appeared in the view of the downstairs group the talks ceased. The Duke was right in the middle of his politely-insulting remarks about Duke Eltan's collection but interrupted himself as he saw Uril.
"Ah, here is Dr. Literat. And what do you know - there is a bag in his hands. The mystery is solved, I presume?" He smiled and clapped his hands. "If there are no other surprises, the evening is truly concluded. I see you are prepared to brave the streets, Doctor. I wish you and Professor McTurjey safe journey. Professor Evergreen, I will see you and Dr. Van Lictor tonight."
Evergreen quickly nodded, bowed and leaved the building trying to quietly usher Lorsan and Uril out as well. He did not stick around, though, but also said goodbye and hurried away. Should Lorsan and Uril indeed leave, they would see the outside guards entering the building, then leaving again after a few minutes and resuming patrols.
The lights inside the museum were shining soft light through the windows and a little bit through skylight on the top. The evening was slowly descending on the city.
Meanwhile, Robin did not find anything to replace the stone with. She could safely assume there are guards outside the both doors leading into the room but they were quite thick to hear anything through it. Early, on the other hand, could clearly hear the "attic" guard walking past his bathroom in the direction to the stairs down.
Uril only managed a meek "That is so" in response to the Duke's statements about "being ready for the streets" and "the evening being at an end." Whether he left the establishment promptly at this point was a matter Uril was happy to leave up to Lorsan. Uril was a bit embarrassed and followed the elf's lead here.
Nothing attacked Robin, there was no alarm sound but from the corner of her eye Robin could see a flash around each door leading into the room. It disappeared immediately, though.
The stone itself indeed was surprisingly light, truly, no more than 22 pounds, pleasantly cool to the touch and soft shining from inside was so pretty it was hard to not look at it. The temptation to lose itself in the green light was not overwhelming, though. Robin overcame it easily.
The group was now at the business end of the heist. Although Uril had been returned to the foyer, Lorsan was encouraged to see that Early and Robin had not, and were as yet unaccounted for, and even better, not even identified as 'missing'. The Duke seemed to be on side now, but the curator was clearly still highly suspicious. This too, Lorsan thought, could be turned to their advantage. Van Lictor's suspicion lay with Lorsan and Uril (and the bag!), and Lorsan decided their best contribution now was to keep it that way.
My good Duke!Lorsan says with a theatrical bow toward Varkenbluff. It has truly been a most pleasant evening after all. Thank you kindly for your most enlightening tour.
Dr Van Lictor! Lorsan turns and fixes the curator with an intentionally mischievious grin. I am sorry that we cannot spend more time admiring your impressive collection. I do hope you find your elusive intruder. Good evening, gentlemen!
And with that Professor Thor McTurjey takes Dr Literat by the arm and strolls merrily out the door in front of the embarrased Evergreen, with all the swagger of a man who has just gotten away scot-free.
Once they find themselves alone on the street, Lorsan takes a moment to whisper quietly to Uril, reassuring him that their exit is all part of the plan, and that the scribe's performance tonight was impeccable, but that there is hopefully a little more subterfuge still to come. He spends just sufficient time loitering in the nearby area to ensure the guards have reappeared and noticed them, and then ushers Uril into the adjoining alley in the most suspicious-looking manner possible. Let's wait here for a moment, he says to Uril. The curator will be having us watched or I'm a flumph's uncle. He suspects us of something, and I don't want to disappoint him!
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Robin did take a short moment to admire the shiny ‘gem’ before remembering, again, that it was an egg. She couldn’t help but get the passing thought of, what if it hatched in her arms? Would it imprint on her like a duck and follow her around? Would that be so bad? Then she remembers, again, the good Doctor did say it was world ending or something. So maybe it wouldn’t be as cute as it sounds. Pfft, knowing her luck, it’d leave on a job and never come back…
Right. The job. Uh… Robin looks around at the doors and remembers the flash. Surely she could assume those entrances to this room were now ‘rigged’ in some way. However, maybe not ‘her’ entrance. She looks up at the vent. Knowing they can’t fit together, Banks considers whether she could transition through the vent in some way by either her going in first, pulling it into the vent while simultaneously lowering herself out the way she came, or pushing it ahead of her, crawling in after while simultaneously lowering it onto the pedestal she used to get in. Hmmm…
If not, she had the next plan. Plan ‘Stuff n’ go’.
That seemed to be possible - to push or pull the egg. Though, obviously some lifting would be required, as well as pulling would need some kind of arrangement, something posing as a bag or a net, maybe? Even worse: on the other side, the exhibition was about rocks and dinosaurs with solid heavy pedestals, but the glass cases inside the room were quite fragile for jumping on with the heavy object in hands. Not an impossible task for a nimble monk, but quite difficult.
Robin, Roll Acrobatics/Athletics with DC 20
Meanwhile, Lorsan and Uril had the pleasure to watch the curator's departure. Dr. Van Lictor indeed was not that happy with both "scholars" leaving the museum unquestioned. He was not allowed to do (or even say anything) but Lorsan was sure he remained suspicious. The man came out sometime later and said something to the guards by the door. One of them pointed toward the alley where scholars disappeared. The curator gave a long look in that direction, slowly shook his head, gave some additional instructions to the guards and finally left in a small carriage that was patiently waiting by the stairs. One guard shrugged (after the curator left, of course) and stood by the door. Two others began circling the building.
Lowering herself down from the vent, Robin's feet touch the floor of the gemstone wing. It felt good to stretch out, and it was hard to do so without groaning, but she managed for the sake of being quiet. That wasn't the only impulse she was fighting. Look at all these unguarded treasures, and the gem! Right. Egg.
It felt almost too easy, the egg just sitting there ripe for the picking. After a few blinks, Robin feels the tug of her instincts telling her to eggsecute plan switcheroo. But with what? Her eyes scan the area. As she did, she silently mocked the fancy educated people as she took a step forward. Suddenly Uril came to mind. She remembered him ushering her down the one corridor behind the Gemstone wing where she noticed that closet when he pointed out some silly objects. Then she remembers him later in the Gemstone wing checking something out in the corner adjacent to the vent.
Using almost all her willpower, Robin pivots from walking towards the gem, to the wall Uril was poking about. With it having become obvious to her that she and the egg baby, when she'd snatch it, wouldn't fit through the vent together, she knew she needed to keep in mind an alternative too. So if it was another closet that Uril found, perhaps she could confirm another hiding spot and/or find something to swap the gem with.
just an unstable unicorn.
The suspicion did not fully die in the curator's eyes, nor did the captain stop issuing orders for the search, but the Duke himself looked quite pleased, fully bought the flattery and enjoyed the praises no less than Evergreen before him.
"Thank you for your kind words, Professor McTurjey. I'm delighted to hear that my collection has been so well-received by the scholarly community," the Duke obviously was merely polite in his gratitude, but polite nevertheless. "It warms my heart to learn that the exhibition has piqued the interest of your colleague, Dr. Literat. The Archaeology Wing is certainly one of my personal favourites, and I'm pleased to hear that it has captured the attention of someone with such a discerning eye. As soon as he joins us, I will be glad to hear his opinion of it. Have you happened to see the collection of Duke Eltan?"
The subject of searching was not dropped but at least for now, nobody pressured Lorsan about the bag or the tickets.
Meanwhile, both Early and Uril hear the footsteps outside the bathrooms and Uril, who is closer to the attic exit can hear the question to the guard if anyone tried to get to the attic (with the firm "No" as an answer). There is no doubt the bathroom check will be next.
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History check on Duke Eltan for RP purposes: 17
Er... Duke Eltan? No, I haven't had the pleasure.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Uril has no idea he is a wanted man in the museum. He continues to don his armor and shield, as well as reequip his weapon, the mace he took from his dad. For now, he stays in the washroom stall. In his mind, he is waiting there for a considerable amount of time so that he can be sure everyone has left the building except for his companions and the guards. His mind is still invested in the "hide until it is after hours" plan.
When hearing people just outside the washroom pace quickly and mention a search, Uril looks at his mace and leaves it looped in his belt. He then digs into his boot and pulls out a letter opener instead. Uril isn't sure why he took his father's mace to begin with. He is not strong enough to wield it properly. Maybe he only took it to spite the ol'man, or simply because it was fashioned as a companion piece to the shield he was also wielding now. Whatever his impulse back then was, the truth was that Uril would likely not be able to put the weapon to good use. A letter opener on the other hand, well, the scribe had plenty of practice with that. He was sure he could put it to use as a self-defense weapon.
Despite his confidence in wielding the letter opener, Uril is panicking a bit. In this moment, he doesn't know what to do except for stabbing someone should they come to arrest him.
-> Taking the ready action to attack anyone opening his washroom stall's door who isn't one of his companions.
Uril also knew that Early was in a bathroom nearby, so he prepared to call for his new friend should he be discovered.
Roll: 17 + 2 proficiency for thieves tools
just an unstable unicorn.
Robin operated as silently as one could, removing the grill and descending on the floor. The walls here were quite thick - the commotion outside was barely heard (not that it was too much of it anyway).
The door, that Uril found before, was right there. Robin did not even have to search. It opened up without a problem revealing precisely what was expected - cleaning equipment. A bit more delicate, with all the glass displays around, but the same purpose. Yes, that would be a perfect place to hide "space-wise". Though, it was not a secret to anyone, of course.
Nothing out of this stuff looks heavy enough or shaped appropriately to replace the Stone. And there was another problem - on the other side what was supposed to be a door as well, was not moving the slightest. Most likely fastened and reinforced to become a wall, rather than an entry point. However, it had to be much thinner than any part of the wall in the room.
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Early found himself day dreaming a bit as he sat on the loo. His pants were up, he wasn't doing any business, but he was certainly thinking about a pretty girl he saw this evening and wondered...could he have a chance, she seemed most..... <footsteps> He's broken from his reverie by footsteps outside. Right. Yes. Mission. Thoughts about all the things he could have been doing if he'd planned ahead a bit better. What had he been thinking not bringing at least one change of clothes. Hmmm, well, best not to screw up their later plans. He pulls down his drawers and sits on the loo and waits to be found out. He absently wondered what everyone else was getting up to.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
The search party outside finally got to the checking of the bathrooms. Even with muffled sounds Uril and Early could hear someone first loudly knocking on the door (they began with the one near the stairs to the attic) then as loudly ask "Dr. Literat?" and attempt to open the door. Silence afterwards probably meant the bathroom was searched. The procedure was repeated until Uril's hideout was found.
"Dr. Literat?" Someone outside tried to open the door, failed and asked again. "Dr. Literat? Are you there? Are you all right, Sir?"
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Uril was very nervous. He knew he was not going to lie his way out of this... so, he told the truth: "Yes? Pardon me, I'm changing!"
The scribe slid his letter opener back into his boot, abandoning his plan to reactively attack for now.
Early's hand drifts to the doorknob, ready to make a exit in party personality mode....when he hears them call out for some Doctor guy. His hand slid away from the door knob and he went still, listening as he hears someone responding. He stands still...waiting.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
"Oh... Apologies, Sir, the celebration is over, and guests are expected to leave. Kindly make your way to the exit as soon as possible. I will accompany you when you are ready, Sir."
Uril could hear some footsteps moving away from the door, but it's reasonable to assume at least one guard is still here and waiting - he said so.
It seems, once "Dr. Literat" was found, the search was over (at least for the moment) and Early could relax in his bathroom.
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Robin could only hang out in a stuffy old closet for so long before realizing there really was no where to go. There was one door and nothing for her to use for a switcheroo. Looks like she didn’t do her due diligence while the boys did theirs. Shocker. So here she was with no other choice but to fall into an assumed trap. Welp. Time to get it over with. She exits and unless she miraculously finds something else in the gemstone room for the job, she meanders to the pedestal, prepared to send scat into a fan so to speak.
just an unstable unicorn.
Uril sighs a sigh of defeat and walks out of the bathroom stall. He is in full gear now, and the bag is hanging on his side. If asked about it, Uril will say he is "geared up for protection" and vaguely wave toward the streets outside.
The guard (two, actually) might raise a brow but did not comment in any way and politely gestured toward the stairs down. On the way to the exit, Uril could see that the guard at the attic stairs was still there, as well as one by the door to the Gemstone Wing.
As the trio appeared in the view of the downstairs group the talks ceased. The Duke was right in the middle of his politely-insulting remarks about Duke Eltan's collection but interrupted himself as he saw Uril.
"Ah, here is Dr. Literat. And what do you know - there is a bag in his hands. The mystery is solved, I presume?" He smiled and clapped his hands. "If there are no other surprises, the evening is truly concluded. I see you are prepared to brave the streets, Doctor. I wish you and Professor McTurjey safe journey. Professor Evergreen, I will see you and Dr. Van Lictor tonight."
Evergreen quickly nodded, bowed and leaved the building trying to quietly usher Lorsan and Uril out as well. He did not stick around, though, but also said goodbye and hurried away. Should Lorsan and Uril indeed leave, they would see the outside guards entering the building, then leaving again after a few minutes and resuming patrols.
The lights inside the museum were shining soft light through the windows and a little bit through skylight on the top. The evening was slowly descending on the city.
Meanwhile, Robin did not find anything to replace the stone with. She could safely assume there are guards outside the both doors leading into the room but they were quite thick to hear anything through it.
Early, on the other hand, could clearly hear the "attic" guard walking past his bathroom in the direction to the stairs down.
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Uril only managed a meek "That is so" in response to the Duke's statements about "being ready for the streets" and "the evening being at an end." Whether he left the establishment promptly at this point was a matter Uril was happy to leave up to Lorsan. Uril was a bit embarrassed and followed the elf's lead here.
It was time to eggnap. Robin lifts the egg.
just an unstable unicorn.
Nothing attacked Robin, there was no alarm sound but from the corner of her eye Robin could see a flash around each door leading into the room. It disappeared immediately, though.
The stone itself indeed was surprisingly light, truly, no more than 22 pounds, pleasantly cool to the touch and soft shining from inside was so pretty it was hard to not look at it. The temptation to lose itself in the green light was not overwhelming, though. Robin overcame it easily.
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The group was now at the business end of the heist. Although Uril had been returned to the foyer, Lorsan was encouraged to see that Early and Robin had not, and were as yet unaccounted for, and even better, not even identified as 'missing'. The Duke seemed to be on side now, but the curator was clearly still highly suspicious. This too, Lorsan thought, could be turned to their advantage. Van Lictor's suspicion lay with Lorsan and Uril (and the bag!), and Lorsan decided their best contribution now was to keep it that way.
My good Duke! Lorsan says with a theatrical bow toward Varkenbluff. It has truly been a most pleasant evening after all. Thank you kindly for your most enlightening tour.
Dr Van Lictor! Lorsan turns and fixes the curator with an intentionally mischievious grin. I am sorry that we cannot spend more time admiring your impressive collection. I do hope you find your elusive intruder. Good evening, gentlemen!
And with that Professor Thor McTurjey takes Dr Literat by the arm and strolls merrily out the door in front of the embarrased Evergreen, with all the swagger of a man who has just gotten away scot-free.
Once they find themselves alone on the street, Lorsan takes a moment to whisper quietly to Uril, reassuring him that their exit is all part of the plan, and that the scribe's performance tonight was impeccable, but that there is hopefully a little more subterfuge still to come. He spends just sufficient time loitering in the nearby area to ensure the guards have reappeared and noticed them, and then ushers Uril into the adjoining alley in the most suspicious-looking manner possible. Let's wait here for a moment, he says to Uril. The curator will be having us watched or I'm a flumph's uncle. He suspects us of something, and I don't want to disappoint him!
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Robin did take a short moment to admire the shiny ‘gem’ before remembering, again, that it was an egg. She couldn’t help but get the passing thought of, what if it hatched in her arms? Would it imprint on her like a duck and follow her around? Would that be so bad? Then she remembers, again, the good Doctor did say it was world ending or something. So maybe it wouldn’t be as cute as it sounds. Pfft, knowing her luck, it’d leave on a job and never come back…
Right. The job. Uh… Robin looks around at the doors and remembers the flash. Surely she could assume those entrances to this room were now ‘rigged’ in some way. However, maybe not ‘her’ entrance. She looks up at the vent. Knowing they can’t fit together, Banks considers whether she could transition through the vent in some way by either her going in first, pulling it into the vent while simultaneously lowering herself out the way she came, or pushing it ahead of her, crawling in after while simultaneously lowering it onto the pedestal she used to get in. Hmmm…
If not, she had the next plan. Plan ‘Stuff n’ go’.
just an unstable unicorn.
That seemed to be possible - to push or pull the egg. Though, obviously some lifting would be required, as well as pulling would need some kind of arrangement, something posing as a bag or a net, maybe? Even worse: on the other side, the exhibition was about rocks and dinosaurs with solid heavy pedestals, but the glass cases inside the room were quite fragile for jumping on with the heavy object in hands. Not an impossible task for a nimble monk, but quite difficult.
Robin, Roll Acrobatics/Athletics with DC 20
Meanwhile, Lorsan and Uril had the pleasure to watch the curator's departure. Dr. Van Lictor indeed was not that happy with both "scholars" leaving the museum unquestioned. He was not allowed to do (or even say anything) but Lorsan was sure he remained suspicious. The man came out sometime later and said something to the guards by the door. One of them pointed toward the alley where scholars disappeared. The curator gave a long look in that direction, slowly shook his head, gave some additional instructions to the guards and finally left in a small carriage that was patiently waiting by the stairs.
One guard shrugged (after the curator left, of course) and stood by the door. Two others began circling the building.
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