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Welcome to the first Test Drive Meme for

escordvi! Anyone can participate in the test drive, regardless of invite eligibility. Just keep in mind that only those who have received invitations from the mods can actually reserve on August 25th and apply on September 1st. Our Interest Check can be found here.

For your toplevel, please include the following: Character Name | Canon | Armada Choice. If undecided, put "Undecided" for the Armada.

For everyone's convenience, TDM threads can be carried over in game if you wish! If you are still unsure which armada to place your character, you can play it a bit loose and vague in the TDM and make retroactive changes if you carryover the threads. We'll have more armada focused prompts in the opening log in September. The log itself is set to cover the next two weeks, until the end of the month. Characters will appear at random intervals during this time rather than all at once, so players have some more flexibility on how much more adjusted they are for someone else.

IMPORTANT REMINDER FOR MAGIC USERS!! All magic abilities will be "sealed" until characters get their tattoo from the Inkwave parlor in Eltrut. That means no magic on the starter ships before docking.

We do require TDM threads for samples for our application!

If you have any question about the TDM, comment here. If you have questions about the game in general, please comment to the Game Info.

TOPLEVEL DIRECTORY (Updated August 28)

STARTER SHIPS: ORIENTATION

There are two ships that serve as starting ships for each armada: Stormbringer for the Corsairs, and Royal Fortune for the Paladins. There are various ways new arrivals—or riftfarers as they will be called, among other creative names—will appear on or by these ships.

🚪 Random room. It could be empty, filled with crates or supplies; down in the hull where the livestock are kept; have the luck to awaken in a bed...or the misfortune of that bed already occupied; somewhere in the kitchens; in the bathroom—any room! Now let's hope the doors can open or someone may have to try and ask for help. Or jump through the porthole if there is one and it's above water.
⛵ On deck. If not in the ship itself, another possible spot to wake up to is somewhere on the maindeck. If they're lucky, they're on the deck itself. More unfortunate souls may find themselves caught in the sails or netting, the crow's nest, or on the top of the masts. Someone should be able to help, right? Or catch.
🌊 In the water. The most unlucky sods will find themselves appearing in mid-air just past the ship and plummeting straight into the water. Good news, there's always someone on the look out for such a thing and calls for help to throw a lifesaver get the rowboat will be made. Are there sharks? Well... ...Are there?

However the new riftfarers arrive, they will be poorly clothed, practically rags or loose uniforms depending on the ship. Fortunately, veteran crewmates will guide them, escorting them to a room with a strange typewriter in it. After typing their name, the typewriter will magically continue and type by itself at a fast pace until it dings and rolls out the paper. This paper will have the following information:

• Name and Shellphone ID (journalname)
• Armada (Corsair or Paladin, will match the starter ship)
• Cabin Number for their personal cabin on the starter ship
• Apartment Address for their personal address at their base armada location
• A basic map of the starting locations in Eltrut, including written directions (continued in the Eltrut section)
• A basic map of where they can find a chest with their original clothes and belongings (this will be different for every person and will be anywhere either on the starter ship or on Eltrut—players can be creative here).

After that, the crewmate will do their best to explain the basics of how they got here, what's going on, and what they'll need to do to live in Escordvi while they are here, giving them a small leather pouch with money. They will be reaching Eltrut soon, so the crewmate will suggest they look around, meet the others who have arrived. Even from their distance, they will be able to see the giant sea turtle that serves as Eltrut's leviathan.

ELTRUT: FIRST GLIMPSE

After reaching the port of Eltrut, several birdfolk will appear and happily greet all the new arrivals from both starter ships. Here it doesn't matter which side they are affiliated with, as long as they keep those swords and weapons sheathed and not pointed at each other's throats. The birdfolk will even act as guides, showing them the main places they should visit and give them a visitor's map to help guide them.

🐚 Microshell. The first stop that is encouraged will be Microshell, the main store to acquire their own personal Shellphone. The paper they received on their starter ship will have their ID and the staff at the store will set them up, explaining how the device and the network works.
✒️ Inkwave, Tattoo Parlor. The next stop is Inkwave, a tattoo parlor run by a very burly but friendly octopus, Knistej. Here everyone receives their own unique magic tattoo, allowing anyone to cast specific single element spells and other magic. Note: tattoos are required before anyone will be able to use their original magical abilities.
📜 MANTA office. The final stop is the MANTA office, where all the request, mission, and task notices are posted. Each armada has their own branch office for armada specific notices as well. A great place to find jobs to earn some cash so they don't stay a hobo forever.

It's a lot to take in for sure, with the port city bustling with all walks of life. Not only do they have both armadas mingling with each other, there are different races and species from all over Escordvi gathered here. It's not just humans, which many riftfarers always seem to be surprised about. There are also plenty of veteran riftfarers who will gladly give some advice and even share stories of their world. Maybe some are familiar.

After finding their belongings, exploring the town, and meeting other people, being able to just sit back and enjoy a drink and warm meal will be in order. While there are plenty of places to choose from, the Minstrel and Cask will be the top recommended tavern for all newcomers to visit at least once. Great drinks, great food, and can learn a lot from the patrons or meet more people.

Of course, as expected of a highly popular tavern, it's not always peaceful. A man will ask travelers what they want to do with their life. Clearly drunk, he only accepts answers that hint at wanting to find riches. If told this he will give out a treasure map. But if told anything else, he'll put up a fight, hoping to deliver a black eye. Those who do receive the map will be sorely disappointed—it will lead them down a long, winding, circuitous path around town and end at a random outhouse, likely occupied and certainly stinking to high heavens. There's likely some kind of moral here, but at some point, others who have been duped will return to the tavern to sling their fists around.

Looks like another tavern brawl for the night.

QUESTS

For those who want to try their hand at some quests, there are a few that would do well for newcomers. Teaming up is of course encouraged, no matter what the affiliation. You can assume they acquired some kind of ship for the quests out at sea, either the starter ship or some other ship heading out there.

Spicy Squid Eating Challenge

Eltrut Port

There is a traveling food ship (think food truck but on the water) that has been going around challenging ships to their extraordinary Hornswaggle's Spicy Squid Eating Challenge. If participants can scarf down a prepared three-pound bowl of exceptionally spicy ghost pepper squid and rice, they will win their meal for free as well as a crate of dried spicy squid for their ship's stores. If participants fail, they will have to pay for the meal and the crate.

...Careful, are some of the squid tentacles still moving?

Coral Reef Snacks

Eltrut

Rumour has it that certain types of coral reefs contain unique properties that can make you more alluring to the one you desire, but no one is sure what the side effects are. Test this out by trying to crunch into chunks of coral reef pieces to see if there are any added effects on your body. Hopefully, they don't ruin your teeth in the meantime.

Oh, and you have to find the correct coral reef too! Red chunks seem to make you more affectionate towards others, while blue chunks seem to make you more volatile towards others. Eaters, beware!

Giant Sea Slugs

Starter Ships

Giant sea slugs tend to only attack ships if they feel threatened but are otherwise peaceful creatures. They're about the size of a large wild cat. They also secrete a slime that contains strong disinfectant properties. This thick slime is highly sought after for its ability to heal wounds cleanly, so kill them and collect as much slime as possible.

Killer Sharkgulls

Eltrut port and ships

Seagulls can be a pain to most ships. Yet, seagulls that have evolved to be violently carnivorous can be even worse. These new birds, effectively named sharkgulls, have been seen attacking ships and ports alike. They are big enough to eat small children in one gulp or will do their best to eat full-grown humans after they've ripped them to bite-sized shreds. Beware and kill them before they can kill you!

Siren's Serenade

Out at Sea

A merchant's ship has crashed upon an outcropping of rocks after being lured in by a group of rogue sirens. These captivating creatures possess the power to ensnare their prey with their enchanting voices, luring unsuspecting souls into the depths to meet the grim fate of drowning.

Search for the missing ship and help rescue the captive sailors before it's too late! You will be supplied with special earplugs to muffle out the siren's voices so be careful to keep your ears effectively plugged. You don't want to succumb to the siren's bloodlust yourself.

Any sailors or rescuers affected by the siren's song can be treated with a harpy's potion that can reverse the song's effect. Or tie up the afflicted for twenty-four hours to wait out the effects.

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Oh, gods, no, can you imagine?

[ For a moment, the flirting demeanor is gone because he is just so glad to talk to someone from home (that could be a big mistake) and because he desperately wants to complain about these stupid clothes. He's fortunate enough that the collar is high enough to cover his bite marks, but that's literally the only thing that the clothes have going for them. ]

I'd be laughed all the way out of the city! My reputation might never recover.

[ He sighs dramatically. Here he is, having to wear these terrible rags. His life is truly the worst! He is in all other respects simply A Regular Normal Guy! Please believe him that this is the worst thing he's ever endured.

Having now gotten that out of his system and having gotten confirmation that they're both from the same place, he slides back into the much more comfortable tone of flirting. Present clothing be damned. ]

You're used to wearing better, too. I can see it in the way you carry yourself. Even these rags can't hide the beauty underneath. [ He's about to say something lowkey racist about Menzoberranzan but he thinks better of it! Good for him! ] You have a confidence about you. Paint a picture for me, will you? What does Jarlaxle wear on a good day?

Edited (html betrayed) 2023-08-20 01:25 (UTC)

[Well, hearing that family name does make Izuku take a double take. But something tells him she might not actually be related to a friend of his.

Back to the real train of thought here... Izuku frowns and puts his hand to his chin in thought.]

From the looks of it... We're in some sort of ship. And if we were both in our rooms a few minutes ago only to be washed away here...

[...]

Isekai.

[........... He doesn't know how right he is.]

[ Dorian is also of the mind that the rags they arrived with really won't do. They were in tatters, to start with. And while he'd gotten his tattoo to get his magic back, he'd rather not need to keep a mote of fire handy just to keep the night's chill at bay. Plus, they looked awful, he'd be laughed straight out of the Magisterium if anyone saw him looking like this.

That mote of fire is helping him see, in this case. Which is a good thing, considering the elven man he spots in the dark, talking to himself. Not strange at all, considering the circumstances. ]

Ah, if you happen to spot any robes with an inlaid snake pattern, those are mine.

[ I'm going to be kind and say Dorian is from mid-game, so he isn't just assuming... you know. Well, he might be. Maybe. ]

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. . . You're kidding. We... can't... can't we be dreaming instead...?

[You know. Wake up back home, safe in their own beds, maybe Mom making breakfast in the morning if she's not too tired from TV work?]

[Tifa's back is to him as she rolls and stretches her shoulder, a light groan from the ache that her not-so-graceful landing inflicted on her when she was dropped onto the deck of this very ship, but when she hears the voice, she turns around, eyes squinting shut with a hiss through her teeth.]

Yeah, me too.

[In both regards.]

Been trying to teach some of the others some stretches while—

[But as soon as Tifa blinks open her eyes and sees who it is standing in the very same rags in front of her, her heart suddenly leaps into her throat, eating the rest of her words away.

It's a face that she hasn't seen in a long, long time... and while there's only the slightest spark of familiarity, the holds in her memory too wide and too many for her to fully recall every detail of that week, and even less of that last night in Nibelheim, but there is no mistaking it...

And all she can do is stand there in mid-stretch and stare in utter shock and disbelief that he could be standing here in front of her.]

[ Damn....Reaper is strong enough to lug around a barrel for fun. Astarion sure isn't! He'd crumble. ]

I'm Astarion.

[ He takes repear's hand and shakes it. Astarion is unnaturally pale, but at least the lack of sunlight in the hold makes it slightly less obvious. ]

I'll follow you lead. A knife or two wouldn't be remiss, were we to stop at the kitchen first.

[dflgdfg]

That's only my- my guess! But this is... something about it feels very ... classic?

[Which also means they've got got some magical journey to go through to get home but he's trying not to get ahead of himself here.]

Ah- I'm Midoriya Izuku. We should try to figure out more about this place... Are you alright?

Excuse me?

[ He is middig and he turns around to find some guy standing on the beach telling him about his robes? Magic users are so needy....why can't they just magic the sand out of the way. ]

Do I look like your errand boy?

[ He's just salty from proximity to the sea. ]

[It's been a little bit of time—enough for Tifa to at least find her bearings and her clothes so she isn't dressed in squares of cloth haphazardly thrown together, but with all the people still landing on the ship and in the water, she's been hard-pressed to find any time to leave and explore, to get a feel for this place that they've supposedly landed in. She's had some time, at least, but she found herself quickly returning to the ship with the urge to help.

Not that she minds, of course, and she will gladly be there to reassure anyone in a panic, or to offer her eyes in a search for clothes, or a fresh towel to dry off with. It's a lot to take in, and she can only hope that she can give what others had been able to offer her when she had landed.

Which is why, as soon as she hears the sound of someone gripping the railings of the ship, she sets down the pile of towels in her arms and rushes over, not hesitating for a second to grab hold of their arm.

...

...?

Only for her to glance down and see who it is, and though her grip never falters, her expression does.]

Cloud!? What are you—I mean... how did you end up down there?

[Nothing to fear, she's already trying to hoist him up.]

[The type of man that would throw a barrel full of fish at someone if it came down to it.]

Astarion- pleasure, even if this is a hell of a place to meet.

[A firm and strong grip, but not painfully so in that shake. Skin a little cool in some places, warmer in others. Reaper could be in better shape, in his opinion, but was holding well despite that.

Another pair of eyes was better than one right now.]

Not familiar with the make of this ship, but I can guess to try and get us there along the way. Fairly large size, from what I've seen down here.

[Could be good to know the lay of things, if there was a need for a quick run-and-hide situation.

He did nudge a barrel out of the way, peering at a few orange with a lift of the lid, and pocketed one before moving past in the path opened that way.]

I work more in stealth, and knives are always useful there.

[ Dorian smirks. He does enjoy being a bit of a prat at times, though it helps him none if he makes enemies so soon. ]

My apologies. [ He doesn't look sorry at all, but he did say it. ] Perhaps I was hoping for a fortuitous coincidence.

[ He was gonna offer up his fire to help this guy see but that's obviously not a problem here. Do Dragon Age Elves have Darkvision? I have no idea. ]

Truthfully, I'm in the same boat as you. [ He gestures his, well garb if you can all it that. ] Have you had any luck?

[She gives him a look between panicked and... dumbfounded. They just got magically kidnapped, and she is NOT from a reality where that's a day ending in "y", and you ask if she's okay????]

... I... don't think I'm injured?

[Yeah no, apparently the panic's gone in an emergency shutdown, to be rebooted later, so now frantic shouting for now.]

[On the flip side, Jill is wholly confused by this shellphone thing. She's heard of a shell, but a phone? That word sounds like gibberish to her, even more so when the two are put together. Things only get worse when the device is shoved into her hand at the shop along with a nicely packaged tutorial that means nothing to her. But a few days of trial and error and Jill has at least figured out how to get messages out and in on the thing, albeit the capslock and punctuation functions still escape her.]

new very new im used to writing letters on parchment

what are those yellow things

[Gods, looking at the words appearing on the screen makes her feel like she's never had a tutor in her life.]

Edited (typooooos) 2023-08-20 01:54 (UTC)

Oh without any effort I can! Gawking, staring, whispers behind your back at every opportunity. And that's just if your footwear is out of date. You may as well have the pox dressed as a pauper. It's plain to see you've never had to suffer long in anything short of high fashion, frankly dressing you in this should be considered a crime unto itself.

[Yes, he may have still been playing the flattery game, but there was a burning torch of sincerity in there. Clothing was so important, after all! He may have been projecting just a tad in stating it should be a crime to be dressed like this, while he vented earlier on his own the sting of the insult still remained. It was so good to find someone like minded, really.

The smile he gave Astarion was at once both brilliant and hooded, clearly comfortable with being the object of compliments.]

You already have me, there's no need to try reaching for extra points. But I'm terrible at pretending to be humble and you certainly deserve nothing short of authenticity from me. It would take a day to fully describe the whole of what was stolen from me, I'll have to settle for the highlights. A piwafwi, multicolored and shimmering, noblemen's boots made of soft leather, silver buckles of course, a wide brimmed hat with a decorative plume tucked into its band, an eyepatch and countless other trinkets. I was extremely fond of the eyepatch and hat, you'd think out of everything they'd see fit to leave me with those.

I'd fit in perfectly.

[Yeah still mad big mad but burying it about as deep as he could manage, even if the smile turned just a bit sharp as he brought up their theft again.]

Perhaps not a typical outfit among most drow, but what's the fun in wearing what everyone else has on, hm?

[He'd dumped plenty of information into that, he was well aware. Not just out of vain irritation though that still factored in. There was an interest to see if anything garnered any specific reactions.]

Fuck—!

[ A tavern fight was not something unusual in his own star- in fact Clive may have been apart of one or two in his past… so seeing the beginning signs of a brawl he knew what was to come.

Unfortunately fists started flying and tables were turned over far faster than he could initially react, and soon Clive was right in the middle of the trawls of another.

He kicks back another assailant and dodges to avoid a flying chair before turning his entire body to catch a fist in his hand that he could see in the corner of his eye—

—only for that fist to be attached to a familiar face. One he had not seen in over five years. ]

No, it’s not possible…

[Given that they had just been sucked into a bottle and were trapped on some sort of mock-up of Treasure Island. Accepting things is probably the best course of action to take in the long run. Someone claiming to be a ship probably isn't all too odd, right?]

No, not everyone. But there are still many others like me. We're... not quite human.

[Putting it lightly there and stating an obvious.]

I'm going guess that it's safe to say you're not used to others like me?

[A soft, sheepish smile and a light bow.]

I will. I really appreciate--

[And then she sees Valo. And melts.]

Oh, how cute~!

( ROYAL FORTUNE )

arrival; 18+
[ ooc; Not actually a smutty prompt, just not going to hit on any kids. ]

[ Alucard is lucky enough to wake up in a bed. Before realizing where he is, however, he's thinking he got lucky in a far different way when he stirs in his slumber and finds himself bumping up against another body. ]

Rhy...?

[ The last thing he remembers is standing atop a table at an inn and giving a victory speech after the Essen Tasch. The prince had been on his mind, but the both of them had certain appearances to make and things between them were still... tenuous at best. And that wasn't even considering that Kell would likely have guards posted along some of the secret passages, the little copper terrier. Still, he'd wanted to go.

But it seems he must have had more to drink than he thought somehow. His vision even still seems off as he begins to take in his surroundings. The clothes he's wearing are the right color - blue and silver - but the style of them is a foreign one, not to mention ill-fitting. This is one of the stranger positions Alucard's ever woken up in, not that he'd ever admit it after making his reputation as a worldly rogue. He's definitely woken up in worse.

Well, time to give whoever he got irresponsible with the long goodbye and hope to the saints he can get back on track. Alucard's fingers trail up the uniform sleeve of his bedmate and he moves to scoot close enough to try and settle his chin on a shoulder. His tone is a deep, playful one. ]

Remind me, was I Captain or Master last night?

[ Just because it isn't an Arnesian naval uniform doesn't mean he hasn't understood the assignment, or at least thinks he had. ]

exploring;

[ The first time Alucard stepped on to a proper naval vessel, it hadn't been by choice. Since then he'd mostly avoided the opportunity, but once again it seems he's back in the same sort of predicament. Well, no, this time he's been given liberty to walk around the ship. So after going through what has undoubtedly become routine orientation to these sailors, he will avail himself to that freedom.

The ship is impressive, he'll certainly give it that; it could probably fit several of his own inside of it. After wandering below decks and poking his head into any open room, he'll head out on deck.

There, he leans against the gunwale of side of the ship, his eyes narrowed out towards the sea and one of his hands rubbing at his wrist over the cuff of his ill-fitting uniform. At some point he has to squint, however. ]

Saints, I think I might be going blind.

[ He reaches out a hand for whoever is near or passing by - a light touch to gain attention more than anything. ]

Tell me, do you see a turtle out there?

seaslugs;

[ While Alucard is absolutely a cat person, he fortunately doesn't see the resemblance in these slugs. He will be heartlessly ( well, might depend on your definition ) poking these things through their heads with a short sword, so if anyone is having trouble going through with the deed, he seems the right person to ask.

Otherwise, he'll turn his head and make a seemingly casual mention to someone who is in the process of getting close enough to one of the slugs: ]

Careful. I hear they spit. From both ends.

[ He has not heard that. He is trying to entertain himself. ]

( ELTRUT )

inkwave;

(a)
No.

[ Is the first thing that comes out of Alucard's mouth as soon as the reason for being taken to this tattoo parlor comes out of is guide's mouth. It's fleeting, but his expression speaks of disgust before he's back to adopting a curious smile. ]

What I mean to say is - why would that be necessary?

[ But whatever the explanation out of the NPC may be, Alucard isn't satisfied. He'll turn towards whoever is behind him in line. ]

What do you make of all this?

(b)

[ Though he's decided he won't be partaking in any of these tattoos for now, Alucard can't help being ~~nosy~~ curious. If someone steps up to take the plunge, he'll be casually flipping through a book of designs nearby when he asks: ]

Would you mind if I watched?

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[ Whoopsie! Rikku dusts off her raggedy uniform and scrambles to her feet. ]

Oof. Oh, I didn't hit you, did I?

[ She flinches a little. Sorry about that. ]

[The "Royal Fortune". Her mind moves to a certain pirate woman from back home. Right, just a coincidence she decided. Or maybe, just maybe, not? She continued to keep her mind as cool and focused as she could.]

"This world"... "Elruit"?

[...Keeping calm right now! Calm and cool and collected!]

I'm... Enterprise. Um, sorry, but which way is topside?

[ Even here, Rikku finds a moment to laugh. Hey, he's not bad... ]

You got it!

[ Lightning seems to work best here for a gull-fry...maybe...okay, yeah, spherechange time. She leaps out of the way and swipes a hand over her belt, changing into a very colorful traditional witch costume. With a big staff in hand, she can cast stronger lightning bolts.

One of them lunges at her, and she has to swing her staff to bat it away before the lightning can hit. ]

...Geez, tough crowd.

[ Astarion listens. Not because he has to and not even because he's pretending, but because he wants to. Clothes are important. A language all of their own in any locale, but especially in cities like Baldur's Gate. The clothes maketh the man, or so they say. Astarion knew how to dress up for nobles and down for the Blushing Mermaid. He knew what made him look harmless and what made him look like a threat. He'd kept up with two hundred years of changing fashions. The whos who of Baldur's Gate were finnicky and quick to move on to new trends. But he'd kept up.

He'd had to.

It was a double-edged sword. These were things he liked. He liked playing dress up, and he liked feeling beautiful, and he liked flirting. But they were also things he did because he had to. It made for uneasy memories.

What doesn't make for uneasy memories, however, is focusing on the image of a brightly dressed drow, parading through the streets like he was the gods' very gift to the city. He smiles in spite of himself. What's the fun of wearing what everyone else has on, indeed. Their travels to the Underdark had certainly demonstrated the uniformity of drow clothing. And Tav kept handing off pieces they'd taken from bodies to him, but he had to admit the bonuses to stealth were rather nice.

Perhaps Jarlaxle was a bard. Perhaps the hat was a hat of disguise. It was certainly amusing to try and put it altogether, to imagine what each of these items might be. Jarlaxle seemed like the type to be happy at the center of attention. That's a trait that's easy for Astarion to recognize, usually finding himself in the same position. ]

Marvelous.

[ The word is breathed out, delight heavy. Like he wants to see this spectacle. A balm, against their otherwise bitter circumstances. ]

I appreciate you indulging me. [ and the comment about having him, but he'll save that one for later. ] A pity I can't see it in person.

[ Hey, sounds good to her! Rikku bounces up and smiles at him. ]

You got it! So...you done anything like this before? Searching high and low, new heights, new mysteries?

[Well, that sure was a morning and an afternoon, and Tifa had been working on an empty stomach since. And as much as she'd like to push herself just a little further, even she has her limits. So, she's come to the famous Minstrel and Cask tavern that everyone has been recommending left and right, telling all fellow riftfarers to go there for a meal.

So, here she is, waiting outside, coming up to the end of the line that has formed near the door. Is it really that busy, or...?

That familiar voice pricks her ears, and instantly, Tifa is shoving her way to the front. There's no way, is there?]

Red!?

[Lo and behold, that calm, grumbly voice did indeed belong to the one and only Red XIII, who is huffing at the doorman of the tavern with an indignant air.]

What's going on here?

["No pets allowed!" The man declares, arms folded across his chest.]

Nope! Just crashed in a closet with some mops.

[ She shakes his hand enthusiastically, all smiles. ]

Here's hoping we can sort this out and go home quick. Whatever we have to fight, I'll find a way.

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