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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I'm not.

[Again, can't blame her one bit, so he just remains firm and calm in his gaze as he stares at her.]

You can ask anyone on this ship, they'll say the same thing. Now whether they are lying or not, I don't know, and I'm not so quick to believe it either. But I woke up not long ago in a storeroom not far from here, same as you. So just telling you what I heard.

If we really want to get to the bottom of this, I need you to calm down.

[Does he take her for a fool? The fact that he is here with her, claiming all this madness about other worlds only makes it that much more suspect. Her mind is fragile, so maybe this is all a dream—a hallucination. Maybe she will awaken in the aftermath of Garuda's destruction. Maybe she will find herself right back where she left off.

But whatever this dream is, it's nigh impossible to wake herself up from it, and even if she wanted to scream again, her throat is too far gone to manage it.]

And you expect me to believe that? To trust you!?

[There's a distant flicker in her eyes... Not of anger, but something else, something softer and more fearful, there and then gone in a blink as she snaps her eyes away from him.]

Take me back.

[He knew this wouldn't be easy, so he has to gather all the patience he has—until she says that

Take her back she says...]

If I could, I would.

[The bitter words leave him before he can stop himself, and he stiffens briefly, uncertain how she would react. No matter how she interprets it, this is going to get worse.]

No!

[It is definitely going to get worse when she shrieks her protest, her voice shattering under the pressure she puts on her throat.]

You mean to keep me here, is that it!? Spin all these tales and... and...

[She realizes now how crazy she sounds, accusing him of such a thing, and there's a brief moment where she falters. Angry tears form in the corners of her eyes that she blinks back lest he spot them and think her weak.

For all the bitterness she harbours for him, for all the hatred that's built up over the years, it is not something Cidolfus would do. Even when she had borne her fangs and claws at him, he remained his stupid honourable self. Always sincere, always genuine.

She fucking hates it.

And the only thing that she hates more than that is the fact that he had filled her thoughts when she thought she was about to die. Even still, even now, why!?

Quietly, though no less angry, she lays it on him again.]

You're lying... I can't... I can't go with you... [But then, one last word tumbles out of her, almost like a plea:] Cidolfus...

[She is angry. Scared. Tired.

And he really is her only way out, isn't he?

He always would be...]

[He lets her rave and rage it out, let her go through the emotions. Let's himself be the one to take the brunt of her anger, hatred, fears. The weight, the layers of meaning behind her words. Until at last she calls his name and he steps forward to first just take her hand. Slowly, carefully.]

Benna.

[His voice is quiet, coaxing.]

Listen to me, all right? I know this is confusing, and I don't have all the answers. But I won't let anything happen to you, all right? Not until you get your feet under you again.

[As much as he'd rather just keep her fast to him, he knows better. Knows that once she calms down, once her mind clears, she won't want to stay with him, flighty bird that she is. But for now, he can only do what he can...and hope to maybe change her mind.]

[Her hand pulls back—only slightly—when she feels his fingertips brush over hers, but not far enough that he won't be able to grab it.

... Just like he had back then.

All of this is just a hurtful reminder of those days, and as she feels her hand in his, small and slender in comparison, she feels her heart wrench in her chest. She feels a pull on those very particular threads—the ones that hurt the most.

She can't bring herself to hold his hand in return, only lets it drape uselessly in his, nor can she bring herself to look at him. Not after all of that.]

Where... where are we going?

[He had been ready to grab her hand should she try to pull away completely, but given that it's only just, there's a bit of relief. Small steps. Very small steps.]

I'd say we first find a way to clean you up and get some fresh clothes, eh? ...Not that I expect we'll be getting much better than what we have now. Still, better than nothing.

[Her free hand clasps tight, making sure that she can feel the pendant there while she lets him lead her away by the other. And now that the initial adrenaline has worn off, she can feel everything in her body starting to collapse. Every muscle, every bone beginning to ache, and she stumbles a little, her bare feet slipping on the wooden floor.

How fucking pathetic, she scolds herself. How fucking pathetic that he should see her like this, in this state. And why is she so weak? Why can she barely walk? Why does everything feel so goddamn tired? Had she battered against the door too much? She can already feel the bruises beginning to form, but she tries to pay them no mind...

Or as little mind as possible when they're throbbing like mad.

But she still can't bring herself to let go. Even as she questions why he's helping her at all...]

What happened to my clothes...? My sword...?

[He'll be slow as he leads her, eyes looking her over worriedly. It's really hard to tell her true condition because of all the blood, but... Gods it only reminds him of how he had last seen her, lying there lifeless on the ground. He has to grit his teeth for a moment as he pushes it all aside as they reach the door and he glances out.

...]

I'm not sure, I'm the same as you. Woke up like this without my weapons.

[Though since he's...well. Dead it also made some sense. But he won't say that. There's no way in hell he could tell her the truth about himself now, not when she's just a snap away from losing her mind.

And as he looks out at the hall, it's empty, but there happens to be a sheet lying on a crate nearby. Quickly he'll grab it and throw it over her so she can at least feel more covered.]

There we are. Now we just need someone to get some directions.

[She stares at him, eyes wide with alarm when he throws the sheet over her, and as it drapes around her shoulders and she holds it closer to herself, she feels so damn small. Smaller than she's ever felt in a long time. She couldn't remember what it felt like—it was only after she'd lost Garuda that she had, but now...?

She feels like nothing more than a speck in a wide, vast, terrifying world, but for all the anger that thought alone makes her feel, she is far too exhausted to do anything about it. Yet... But she holds onto it. Grips it tight in her hand knowing that if she is to survive at all, she would need that fuel.

Before Cid leads her much further, he'll feel a light tug on his hand, and if he looks back at her, he'll be faced with Benedikta's confusion.]

... Why are you doing this?

[He's more focused on keeping an eye and ear out for anyone that could help, as well as testing any doors to see if they might lead to something useful, like a latrine or another store room. He even thinks back and tries to remember if he saw anything like clothes there, but pretty sure would be better to ask for permission...

But then he feels the tug and looks back at her in wonder... Before his brows raise.]

Why wouldn't I?

[That is a genuine question. Helping her just seems like the most logical thing—even if others might think otherwise given their history. But it is because of their history...and especially because of recent history.]

[She doesn't have an answer for him right away, her lips parting and then closing again in silence, and even with all the ruckus going on above them on the deck, the tension that hangs there could be snapped like a hot thread.

... Until she does find it within herself to give one.]

After everything...

[It isn't a very good one, of course.]

[He's silent for a moment as he stares down at her, his lips pursed slightly before he glances away.]

It's because of everything.

[There's a heaviness in his voice, one that hints at something more. Hints that much more needs to be said between them, but now isn't really the time for it. Even if he wanted to say more, footsteps approaching can be heard before a voice calls out to them.

"Hello...oh! You're some new riftfarers, aren't you?"

Cid can only glance at Benedikta before he smiles a greeting and asks if there was a bathroom and a change of clothes—women's, specifically—they could use. Curious, but knowing and clearly used to such requests, the sailor (what looks to be some kind of black bird with a large colorful beak) will guide them one that happens to be on this floor, promising to find a spare set of clothes. Once it leaves, Cid will turned to her.]

Can you manage?

[Already, her heart feels gutted—like something has torn it from her chest and ripped it inside-out. She might not have asked, might not have cared if it weren't for what happened in those last moments, when she felt the weight of her guilt, of regret unlike anything she's ever felt before. When she remembered all of the shit they've put each other through, the constant struggle that always hung between them, and how it was that very last straw that had Garuda hearkening her.

She doesn't realize that she'd been holding that breath, waiting to hear the "something more" that the heaviness in his voice suggests...

...

Except she's startled at the voice that comes up behind her, visibly jumping when she turns around, that disappointment clear, and the frustration even clearer.

Every time... This happens every time.

She lets Cid take the lead on this one where she otherwise might have or have cursed the strange bird-creature out for interrupting what was clearly an important, private conversation, but she is desperate for some better clothes. So she follows without a word, always a step behind Cid, watching his back as he leads her by the hand still through the hallways until they find another room with the prospect of new clothes, and the answer to his question will come swiftly.]

Yes.

[Even if she couldn't, did he honestly expect that she would accept his help there?]

And what about you?

[There's a subtle note in her voice... one that begs him not to leave without saying as much.]

[He had a feeling, but he also felt he had to ask given her...condition. But he won't protest, only nodding as he holds open the door for her. He can at least do that much, right?]

I'll wait out here so our little bird friend will know who to look for when they come back.

[Which, he doesn't really need to. Said bird friend knows where they left them. But that is also his way of saying he won't leave her.]

[...

She doesn't say anything to that, and instead shuts the door. Though... not all the way. She doesn't know why the click of the door would riddle her with so many prickles of anxiety, and so she leaves it open just a crack. Enough that she could open it at a moment's notice and escape if she needed to.

But she doesn't, and she won't need to. It will take some time, her condition not making it easy to get changed into new clothes. She finds herself looking back at the door every now and then as if to check that Cid might still be there...

...

And finally, when it opens, she stands there in new clothes. They aren't much better, and she'd rather have the leather back, but it will have to do for now. It's leagues better than what she had been wearing, which wasn't much, and at least now, she has proper boots to tide her over until she can find her own clothes... and her sword.

She wrinkles her nose and groans under her breath, feeling a touch more like herself now that she's out of those terrible rags, though not quite there yet.]

I don't like them.

[And true to his word, Cid will stay outside until Benedikta is finished. He does notice how she doesn't quite lock the door, which even without everything would only give him more reason to stay outside like some kind of guard. Though perhaps he is like that, anyway—not wanting her to bolt and run where he can't keep an eye on her.

Not yet, at least.

The more she calms, the more she'll want to be away from him he's sure, but...

As he stares at the hand that held hers, he can't help but hope that she doesn't. Even if he knows he's a fool for holding onto such a thing, it's there. Stronger now, perhaps, given like he said—everything. From the first time he met her, to the last time he placed his necklace on her chest, his silent farewells.

Thinking about it makes him wonder—does she have necklace now? Here? ...No, probably not. If they didn't have their clothes or weapons, only makes sense she wouldn't have that either. He's not sure why he feels a bit hollow at that thought, but said thoughts will be broken when he hears her approach the door, and he turns to look at her when she steps out.]

Still better than what you had before.

[...Yeah, not that great, but like he said. Better. Especially without the blood.]

...And? Calmed a bit?

[...

She doesn't answer him right away because no, she has not calmed one bit. While she may not be screaming and fighting and trying to fly away and is less panicked on the outside, on the inside, she is still at odds, that storm of fear still swirling like a tempest. She still doesn't know if she can trust him, or anyone else on this fucking boat, but what choice does she have right now? He is the only thing familiar about this place, and if she is to survive, she's told herself, then she needs to at least last long enough not to cause any more of a scene than she already has. She needs to find out what's going on, where she is, who is behind it all.

And more importantly, how to get Garuda back.

Her eyes are red when they meet his, the circles beneath them deep and dark, and her face is still specked with dried blood, but even then...]

You look like shit.

[Very much a non-answer, but it's true. He looks just as terrible as she does, covered in her blood.]

[Cid just arches a brow before he glances down at himself.

....Ah.]

No wonder that bird fellow looked at me strangely and left me a pair of clothes. Thought it wasn't as bad.

[...Her blood, indeed.]

[The way he so casually says that... How he acts as if she wasn't just trying to tear through him minutes ago... She wants to be angry about it. Wants that fire to burn under her so that it makes her blood boil with hatred. She wants to feel that sharp sting of betrayal that he always inflicts upon her when she is in his presence, but why...

Why can she only look at him this way? Like some helpless bird caught in a net, chirping quietly, and waiting for him to free her?

She tries to bring back the edge to her voice but fails to do so when it falls flat and quiet, too timid for her tastes when her throat burns with every fucking syllable.]

... Are you going to get changed?

Depends.

[A pointed look at her before he continues.]

Are you gonna run while I'm in there?

[It can't be helped, given her history and her current state. But it's also because of her current state that he doesn't want to keep his eyes off her. Not afraid of her hurting anyone else, but herself.]

[She narrows her eyes at the question because is he fucking serious?]

Why? You wish to keep me here still?

[Whether that is or isn't a rhetorical question doesn't matter, because she dismisses it with a click of her tongue, and weakly looks down at herself. Looks at her bloodied knuckles, and at the sorry state her arms and legs are in, battered and bruised still.]

Do I look like I am in any condition to run?

[Maybe if she could fly, but...]

[He raises his hand in a quiet, placating manner.]

Given how you usually are, can you blame me?

But no, I just think it's best we stick together for now, that's all.

[Especially because of her condition.

But as if to show goodwill and understanding, he'll reach out to open the door so he can head inside.]

How I usually...?

[She only gawps at him, bewildered that he would even say such a thing. How she usually is? What is that supposed to mean? She is only the way that she is because of him, and only ever around him, so can he blame her!? He'll earn several daggers pointed at him as he makes for the door and heads inside the room, and Benedikta really does have half a mind now to make her escape.

...

Except when she does try to move, a new ache forms in her side that forces her to stop and lean against the wall, that single step more than enough to have her searching for air.

There's plenty of noise around the ship—footsteps above the deck, shouts, splashes outside, other people finding themselves in rooms and panicking as they run past her, but Benedikta pays all of it no mind. She can't... not with how there is no room to think of anything else but her own condition. It's so loud, but the silence around her has never been more deafening in the absence of Cid's company, or anyone's for that matter. Being alone with her thoughts... all the universe needed was that split second before all her doubts could start sinking their fangs into her again.

Her fears...

Fears of what all of this could mean. Why is she here? How did she get here? And why, of all the people who could have come to break down her door, was it the man she had thought of in what she believed to be her last moments? This must all just be a dream as Garuda uses her to destroy the world like she had asked, and Cidolfus was made manifest by those thoughts... And to have him helping her like this... To not have him preaching and singing his songs of saving the world to her, but to have him taking her by her hand and caring for her like he had back then...?

No.

This must all be a dream. A nightmare. Or hell.

But there is no way that this is real.

It's that thought that has her face twisting into a deep, thoughtful frown as she leans up against the wall, her hands shaking as they ball into fists at her sides, and tears lining the edges of her eyes again when he comes out.]

[As Benedikta sinks into her own thoughts, Cid stares at his own image in the mirror, reflecting on his own. He's already taken off his shirt, and as he stares at himself, he stares at his arm. At how it's just complete flesh, no path of stone in sight. Even as he presses against it, flexing it as he used to, all he feels is skin and muscle. He had grown so used to how it was before, it almost feels eerie.

And as he tries his grip strength, his left hand clutching the edge of the sink until his knuckles turn white, he again can't help but feel...strange. How long has it been since he could do more than just pick up normal things? Feel as he once did before the curse started taking his arm? He can't even feel the soreness, it's all just—gone.

Although, while he would have thought the same of Ramuh... It's faint. So faint he could have missed it, but that particular ghost's presence he is well acquainted with, and he can feel the Eikon in the deepest edges of his consciousness. Is it his own intuition or Ramuh's that's helping make his decisions right now? He doesn't know.

Hell, he still has no idea what the fuck is going on.

As the water runs as he starts wiping himself off, he tries to think of the situation he woke up to and what he's been told so far. A different world? Rifts? And from the sounds other people apparently finding themselves in similar situations, they're not the only ones?

But why them? If he even entertained the idea of world dimensional hopping, he'd expect it for the living.

Not the dead.

So is this some weird afterlife? A dream? Hell?

He may be seeming confident in front of Benedikta, but the truth is he's at much of a loss as she is. He's no fool—he's not taking everything at face value. He's going to need to investigate and look more into this whole situation. But if they really are in a new world, if they were somehow taken here then... What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?

And what should he do?

After her death, he had been rattled far more than he'd like to admit, and at that point he was far more willing to go that length to take down the Mothercrystal. Ready to do it alone, too, before Clive and Jill waltzed back into his solar. He wouldn't say he did everything he did to save her, but it would be a lie to say she wasn't part of his motivation.

And the guilt, the regret. Of not being able to stop Clive before it was too late...or maybe it was, he doesn't know. Couldn't stop her from losing herself, couldn't stop her from spiraling down that path. A path he's afraid she'll take again. In some ways he's wondering if this a second chance, but in other ways he's wondering if her death was it. If it was a sign that he just needs to let her go. They both fought, cursed, even hated each other for so long and so often, one would think they would have cut everything long before now.

...Yet he can't, a thought that is reaffirmed when he finally steps out cleaned and changed and sees her standing there. Sees her up against that wall, her hands trembling, eyes red. The memory of the necklace.

Fuck.

He really is too nice for his own good.

Too nice and unable to forget or let go of that history they had. One that had been as genuine and real as anything else.]

...Benedikta.

[He quietly calls out to her, but he makes no move to reach out as instinct first tells him.]

STARTER SHIPS: ORIENTATION

ELTRUT: FIRST GLIMPSE

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