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TEST DRIVE MEME #1

ARRIVAL

You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.

Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.

Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. They may be pushy, they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.

Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, self-serve if you want to get away from your demonic hosts for a bit. Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.

STAND YOUR GROUND

Prompt I

The hotel is undergoing some improvements already! Thanks to the new arrival of sinners, hell has a burst of energy and growth available to it. One demand of the demonic staff was the addition of elevators. It gets tiresome having to take the stairs all the time. They'll eagerly implore you to help them test out this new system, even going so far as shoving you right in the nearest available elevator with whoever else is in the vicinity.

Unfortunately, things aren't quite up to par just yet. Press a button and you'll find your elevator gets jammed between floors with very little chance of escape. Oh, oops. This is entirely the hotel's fault and will be fixed as soon as possible. In the meantime, enjoy your company and try to relax a bit.

It's definitely a high priority repair for staff, promise.

Prompt II

Maybe you were looking for the hotel gym to work off some stress or maybe you just took a wrong left somewhere, but instead of what you were expecting, you stumble across what appears to be a very well stocked torture room. There are tables with straps to hold down victims, chains falling from the walls and ceilings to bind them upright, and absolutely every possible torture device you can think of. There's even an iron maiden proudly displayed in the corner. Besides that, there's the normal supply of whips, knives, and any other equipment someone could want to inflict the most delicious pain available.

You're free to check it out or give it a go. You're also free to back out of the room very slowly, but with the knowledge this space will probably come into play at some point.

Oh, and a tip: the gym is to the right of this room.

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

After settling in, it really is only a matter of time until your demonic hosts expect some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the kitchen that's curiously full of knives. You can try the door, but even with super human strength or every lock picking skill in the book, you won't be able to open it.

It becomes apparently what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of in will appear in the room on a nearby table with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.

"Know that honesty is a good place to start on your road to redemption. Sure, it can be terrifying at first, but that's why you've been given a partner in this journey. Pick up your knives and carve one of your sins into the other's flesh. Help them in their journey to be candid with everyone they should meet here!"

The voice echoes all around you again, just like in the nightmare, and once again there's the pull to give in. This voice really does seem like it has your best interests at heart.

"If you need a bit of encouragement, we'll be giving it shortly."

It isn't a lie or idle threat either. The longer you wait to do what's been requested of you, the more shallow cuts that will appear on both of your bodies. Are you really prepared to endure this pain when giving in would be so much easier?

And more than that, are you willing to let another suffer along with you?

Eventually, the cuts will stop if you suffer them long enough, but you'll have failed this challenge and sustained more damage than if you'd just gone along with it. Satan will also be very disappointed in you.

Prompt II

Well, that last punishment was a bit heavy, wasn't it? Or maybe you somehow skipped out on it all together. Fortunately for you, there's a less horrible one to get potentially wrapped up in along the way. You'll hear that all too familiar voice ringing in your ears as you explore the halls of the hotel or poke your head outside.

"Do one genuinely kind deed for someone and we'll consider it a step in the right direction for you."

This can be helping one of your fellow sinners out with a task or helping them find something. It can be a shoulder or a listening ear towards someone who needs it. You can even offer to help the staff clean up a bit around the hotel, or help a poor hell beast pup out of the hellfire around Penance. Careful though, even they have pretty sharp teeth and an aggressive attitude. It doesn't matter what you do as long as it helps someone else out.

Oh, and one more thing! The longer you resist, the more aches you'll notice. It'll start with a mild headache and escalate from there. You can wait it out, of course, and pills may help you cope with the pain if you really can't be bothered to do one nice deed. Although Satan is still very disappointed in you.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I
Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con.

With all the new sinners arriving, this feels like a call for celebration! The bar will be lit up with activity. Food and drinks will be readily available and provided by hotel staff (although they might not always know what humans eat. What do you mean you don't like fried kitten?), music will be blaring, and overall, there will be an energy to the atmosphere that's absolutely contagious. Even if you aren't typically inclined to linger at these sorts of events, there will be a certain pull.

One drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that.

There will also be every sort of party drug available that might tickle your fancy. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in hell.

And you've presumably done your atonement for the day, yes? So cut back a bit.

Ask the staff demons very nicely and you may even get less scrupulous drugs. Things that will convince your fellow damned souls to tell the truth or perhaps even things that will make someone so enamored with you, they won't take their eyes off you. How dare they give you the cold shoulder earlier, right?

There are also tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with.

Relax and enjoy your first night in hell. Coming here and facing your sins is the hard part, so surely you deserve to have a little fun, right?

Prompt II
Warnings: sex, aphrodisiacs, potential kinks.

Much like the hotel improvements inside, all these new sinners seem to have given hell the ability to open a new building just outside the hotel. It happens to be quite a happening sex club from the looks of it. Everything is bathed in obnoxious neon lights when you first enter the establishment. There's plenty of space for dancing, and poles for those so inclined. Mood music fills the air, along with something a little too sweet.

As tacky as it is, something may pull you to stay.

Whether experienced lover or total virgin, once pulled in, you may not want to leave for a while.

There are back rooms people can go for a bit of private fun, full of every type of toy and restraint that you could possibly desire to play with. There's also a rather large room with a massive bed that seems to be fit for any orgies you may want to try to arrange. Hell's not judging and may be encouraging a bit.

There are aphrodisiac laced food and drinks available around the club as well, but these will most likely be marked. If one slips through, ah well. Why else are you here if not for a bit of fun? The drugs will only help that out.

Of course outside, this club is clearly marked for what it is and anyone who would rather avoid it are free to do so.

MISC.

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Break me? Who said pain would be enough to break me? I'm just not sure whether I could grow back a limb if I lost it. Not sure if regeneration is the same as healing.

[Wait, he didn't mean to say that. Dammit! He tried to lean in again, to erase that little slip with some more kisses, but James was still holding his head. Steve made a frustrated sound and curled his fingers around the man's arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.]

Bite me. I mean I like biting. Especially on my . . . my neck. Try to leave a mark, and use your teeth. Anywhere . . . And I can bite too. Like that a lot . . . James . . .

I'm not gonna cut your arm off, Steve. Don't worry, you won't have to... grow back a limb or anything.

[ But now he had the distinct feeling there was something special about Steve thanks to those words alone. He gasped when Steve grabbed his arm, letting out a huffed chuckle, leaning in to bite his lips again. ]

I like that too. You can bite me... but I want you to fight me for it. You can hurt me, but you're gonna have to earn it. How's that sound to you, Steve? Wanna go find a room now so we can bang this out? [ Pun absolutely intended. ]

I . . . yeah. I mean yes. I can tussle. That's . . . that's fun too. I've done that . . .

[The instant James was nibbling on his lips, Steve's brain stopped functioning properly. All he wanted was more. So much more. He wanted to forget how much it hurt being away from the island, the worry over what was happening there, whether his loved ones had made the transition as well and he just hadn't found them yet. It was driving him mad, not knowing. Losing himself in sex was a weak escape, but he wanted it. He wanted to touch and be touched, to pretend.]

I promise I'll be careful James, but you should probably tie me up anyway, if you wanna be in charge.

Good... then we'll do that.

[ He slid a hand down Steve's torso, fingers brushing over a pectoral appreciatively. He could only imagine how large Steve was underneath his clothes. Luckily he didn't have to rely on imagination for much longer, and he shifted so he was pulling away from Steve and getting to his feet. ]

Not a good boy, are you? [ He teased, grabbing Steve's hand and tugging him along. ] That can be arranged, I'm sure.

[Steve groaned and didn't let go of James' arm easily, still leaning in to try for more kisses. He stood up quickly when the man caught his hand and tugged, flushing a deep red. He was acting ridiculous, and yet . . . And yet he just didn't care that much. The escape was too attractive.

He moved close until he was practically plastered to James' back, making walking difficult as he snaked an arm around the man's waist. Steve leaned in, nuzzling James' nape before scraping it lightly with his teeth.]

I can be bad, if you like that. Learned how to do that on the island. Mostly I just like seeing a lover writhe and beg . . .

[ James let out a gasp, caught by surprise when Steve moved that much closer to him. He couldn't bring himself to care, though. Feeling his solid body pressed up against his back was enough to make his blood pump faster, and he grinned as he looked over his shoulder, hands settling on Steve's forearms as they clumsily made their way into one of the backrooms. ]

Gonna have to put some real effort into it to make me beg, Steve...

[ He never had in his life, and he sure wasn't going to start now. It was exciting to think of all the things Steve might do to try to get him to yield, though.

He stopped once they were in the room, turning around and pulling back to let Steve look around for a bit. ]

Tell me if you see anything you like.

[All Steve cared about was looking at James. He barely noticed what else was in the room. When the man stepped away, he reached for James, cupping the man's face as he leaned in for more kisses, mumbling between them against the man's lips. If he couldn't have full-body contact, he at least wanted kisses.]

I'd need . . . to tie you up I bet. Then I could play. For hours. Make you squirm. See how many . . . how many times you can come. And I see what I want. I'm kissing it . . . Mm.

[ There-- that was the kind of closeness James was hoping to avoid altogether. But Steve caught him off-guard again, and he tensed up in his hold, a shiver washing over him from head to toe as he closed his eyes and pressed back into the kiss. ]

Promises... [ His voice was a soft little whisper, barely there. Secretly, it felt so good to hear Steve say that, even if they'd only just met. It took everything in him to fight the urge to give in, but eventually he managed to break the kiss, standing a little more upright. ] You wanna tie me up? Come on, then. Do your worst. I'm not just gonna hold out my wrists for you.

[He felt the shiver, but when James pressed back, Steve took it as a good thing and kept going, until the man pulled away. He growled softly but didn't object beyond that. Instead, he let his hands go on a journey, stroking over James' shoulders, down the man's arms, back up James' sides. He leaned in and nibbled lightly at James' neck, testing.]

Good at keeping promises. And I think . . . I think I wanna tie you up. Yeah. You want me to get rough James? Want me to manhandle you into the ropes? DO you like it that way? Rough?

[ Steve touched a lot. It wasn't something James was very used to, even during sex. It was a means of release to him, a way to unwind from stress, but it was never warm, close, personal. It felt that way right now, and a small part of him screamed for him to get away from it while he could. He muffled that voice, though, because if this tender proximity came with some pain and violence, then he'd be alright with it, yeah. ]

I only like it that way. [ He growled, hands gripping Steve's arms as tightly as he could manage, and he gave him a shove against the nearest wall. Hard, not particularly holding back on the strength because he had a feeling Steve could handle it. He just wanted to spur him on, get him to live up to those sweet, promising words. ]

[Even a bodybuilder would have trouble moving Steve if he didn't want to be moved, and James' strength, while impressive for someone with his build, was barely enough to make him rock a little, if he hadn't expected the shove. As it was, he let himself stumble back with a smirk, fetching up against the wall with a grunt that wasn't necessary. Steve let James pin him and laughed, moving his hands to the man's hips and holding tightly, jerking James in close. He went for the man's neck again, giving it a real bite, though keeping it just shy of real pain, far from breaking the skin. He dragged his tongue over the mark and mumbled against wet skin, smirking.]

We'll see if we can fix that. Eventually. For now, which way to the ropes? And which side is the bed on? We'll see if I can get you on the blankets and tied down before you can run.

[ Yeah, he could tell Steve was just putting on a bit of a show for his sake. He could tell that Steve would easily shove him around if he wanted to, and it was exciting to think he might manage to push him that far. Arching himself up against Steve, he tipped his head to the bed further into the room, hidden partly behind some tacky red curtains.

As for ropes... Steve need only take his pick. There were plenty all over the room, hanging on walls or coiled on tables, all on display. Of different colors and materials, from white to black, some softer and others coarser and rougher on the skin. Jim had absolutely no qualms about whatever Steve wanted to go with. ]

I might put up a bit of a fight. [ Or try, anyway. He wasn't entirely sure whether it'd make much of a difference to Steve. In any case, he said it because he didn't want Steve to think he was resisting because he didn't want this. ] Don't let it discourage you. I just don't know how to play nice.

[Steve lifted his head, searching James' eyes for a long moment. As long as the man wanted to be hurt, Steve could do it. But he'd gone the other route before, forcing himself on someone who might not have wanted it, who definitely didn't sometimes, and yet he'd gone ahead and taken what he wanted anyway. He couldn't live with more of that guilt, with more of that pain.

He pulled in a breath and let it out, kissing James hard and hungry, demanding before he lifted his head again, smirking.]

Try not to shriek. It's unmanly.

[Steve made use of his powers, easily picking James up and tossing the man over his shoulder. He moved fast, tossing James on the bed before darting to grab rope coming back before the man could even have a chance to roll over, assuming he wanted to. Steve's hands moved swiftly with the rope, looping the rough weave around first one wrist then the other, securing both to the head of the bed. He moved down and took silken rope to James' ankles, spreading the man's legs wide but tying them with slack enough that they could still play in most positions. He tied one ankle to each side of the bed and finally straightened, smirking down at the man.]

Mm. Nice. You look good tied down James. Nothing too tight? No chance of losing circulation?

[ Steve moved fast, faster than he was expecting. He grunted as he landed on the bed, pushing against Steve when he came back with the ropes, but he was too quick to wrap them around his wrists, tying them to the headboard.

There was a growl, indignant and aroused, his feet pushing back against Steve's hips, but that didn't stop him from getting both his wrists, until he was tied down to the bed completely, legs spread. When he moved around he managed to fold his knees just so, and he jostled and tossed, struggling against the ropes. With enough force he could've gotten himself free, even broken the headboard if he wanted to, but he didn't want to go that far. ]

Bastard. [ He barked out a laugh, yanking on the ropes around his wrists. ] It's fine. What're you gonna do to me, now?

Anything I want.

[His voice was low and husky, eyes moving over James' body slowly as his smirk dimmed, hunger crawling over his face as he licked his lips. The need to lose himself was clawing at him, to just forget for a little while. Steve rested a knee on the bed, then some of his weight, depressing the mattress and making James' body roll slightly toward him. Being rough wasn't his first inclination, but now that the man was tied it didn't much matter. He could take his time for the moment, at least until James started bitching.

Steve ran a hand from the middle of James' chest, down the man's body to his groin, letting it rest there a moment, the long caress firm and fast atop James' clothes. He rubbed a little, glancing at the man's face with a faint smirk. James felt good under his touch, firm and warm, and it was going to be so much ruining those clothes . . .]

What's your favorite James? The thing no else will do for you?

[ James would like to argue otherwise, but it was true: the way Steve had him tied down, he could do whatever he wanted, and he was nearly helpless to stop him. Even if he broke himself free, he had no doubt Steve would pin him to the bed some other way.

The thought made a shiver roll down his spine, pleasure pooling in his groin. He groaned when Steve touched him, practically taunted him, his hips arching off the bed and knees spreading wide as he tried to press back against that touch, encourage Steve to give him more. ]

No one ever really hurts me. They just like to play. I want... to hurt. I want hands gripping me tight, bruising me. I want your hand, Steve... [ Without thinking better of it, he tilted his head back, baring his throat. ] Wanna feel it around my neck.

[Steve gave the man a cold smile. He'd strangled men before, because he had to. He'd half-strangled another man because he'd wanted to. The fact that he was being asked to do it made him feel . . . sick. But also excited. Which should be a terrible thing, but it wasn't. There was darkness in Steve, always had been, but it was usually pushed down where it couldn't do anyone any harm. Now . . .

He was on the bed in an instant, straddling James, his hand already on the man's throat and starting to tighten. He could easily span the distance around with just the one hand, his other planted square in the middle of James' chest, a hot weight pressing him into the mattress. Steve flexed his fingers, digging them into the sides of James' neck as he squeezed more. Depending on how you placed your hands, it could be either quick or lingering when you choked someone, but Steve planned to make it linger. He leaned a little more of his weight on the hand on James' chest, making it even harder to pull in what little air his hand was allowing.]

[Steve's face was dark, closed and very likely threatening, but his eyes were full of conflicting emotions, arousal and need some of them. His voice was a husky growl as he made his threats, lips quirking a little at the corners.]

If you pass out, I'll punish you James, and it won't be nearly as fun as my playing. You're going to have some massive bruises before I'm done you know. You'll wear them for days. I like the idea of you being branded by my hands . . . Everyone'll know you're mine.

[ Oh, but this was so promising. The way Steve looked at him as he straddled him was incredibly surprising, he didn't expect it from what little he'd seen of Steve. That look alone sowed in him both arousal and fear, and he was all the more excited for that. He couldn't remember the last time he was afraid of anything.

He opened his mouth, no doubt thinking of something to say, but the pressure around his throat was too tight, too good. All he could manage were muted, choking sounds, as Steve's fingers gripped tighter, literally squeezing the air out of him, especially with that hand pressing him down to the mattress. And yet, he couldn't hide how aroused he was getting, how hard his cock was already, the bulge no doubt pressing noticeably against Steve's ass.

He was trying not to pass out. Hardly any fun for him if he was passed out while Steve fucked him silly. But it really all depended on how much longer Steve kept choking him, or whether he could keep his strength under control. ]

[He bent down, pressing even harder on James' chest to do so, and whispered in the man's ear, lips caressing the flesh with each word. Steve could be a bastard, he could be a prize bastard. He just hoped it wasn't going to backfire. Most people would be horrified by what he was doing, or to be asked to do it, and yet he was getting hard too, enjoying himself. It was disgusting, indulging the darkness within, and yet he couldn't help finding the pleasure, so sharp and so intoxicating. Steve had done that before, with someone else who liked to be hurt, and who sometimes got hurt even when he didn't want to be.]

Try to beg James. I can feel how hard you are, but I'm not convinced you want it enough yet. Beg me James, or I'll just step away . . .

[ James managed a few inhales whenever the pressure of Steve's fingers eased a little, enough that he didn't pass out from a lack of oxygen. He was pretty close, though, his mind feeling dizzy already, his whole body burning up from head to toe.

But he wouldn't be broken so easily, or with so little. Steve's words came across as an empty threat, and even if they weren't? It'd take a whole lot more to get James to beg, and it wasn't going to happen tonight. ]

No. [ He growled, baring his teeth at Steve. If not for that hand around his neck, he'd just lean in and bite him right now. ] Leave, if... you want. Not begging.

[Steve gave a breathy laugh and bit James' ear, hard enough to hurt, and took both hands away, sitting up. He looked down at the man as he leaned back, pinning both James' thighs to the bed with most of his weight with a grin.]

I see. This isn't my first rodeo James. You might be surprised at how well I can play this game. Did I tell you what I did back home for a living? Hmm?

[He wasn't proud of many things he'd done back home. He was even less proud of some of the things he'd done on the island, things that were helping him at the moment. But there was no denying he had a talent for being cruel when the occasion called for it. Or how much it appealed sometimes to hurt someone. At the moment, he was going to make James wait. And want.]

[ Stubborn type, was he? Well then, two could play this game. Granted, James could get pretty impatient, but he would sooner break this bed to free himself and get the fuck out of here than beg.

So instead he shifted slightly, purposefully pressing his bulge against the back of Steve's thigh as he managed to slide his arms low enough to slip his hands underneath his head as a cushion. His throat was still feeling sore, and he took a few slow breaths, swallowing dryly before opening his mouth to speak. ]

You haven't, but do tell.

[He watched the man squirm under him until he could manage that relaxed pose, though the tension in James' body, and the erection poking him, belied the act. Steve chuckled darkly and dug his fingers into James' thighs, knowing it would leave bruises, and leaned more of his weight on his hands. It was a little test to gauge a few things. He continued to squeeze both hands, curious how much would be too much for the man. Of course, he wouldn't allow his digits to puncture James' flesh, but he had a feeling the man was going to be one of those who refused to admit when something hurt.

Like himself.

There was a certain danger there. If he judged wrong, he could do real damage to the man, physically and emotionally, which wasn't his intent. Playing was one thing, being deliberately destructive . . . He'd done that before and still felt sick at the memory of glistening bones and too-red blood. Not really very sexy. Steve tipped his head, sliding back just a little until James' bulge was nestled against his behind, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping him at the sensation. He grinned and finally answered the question.]

Soldier. For a long time. Then I headed up an elite squad. Special Ops and such. I'm sure you can imagine the sorts of things I got up to.

[ James bit back a gasp when Steve's fingers dug into his hips, hard enough to leave bruises behind. It hurt, but Steve was right, he was the kind to refuse to admit it. And even if he did, he definitely wouldn't ask it to stop.

So far, though, it was a level of pain he could both endure and enjoy. Granted, he wished Steve was doing more than just sit on him while he did it, but he could take the teasing for a while. He knew how to play the game. ]

A soldier? [ He barked out a laugh. ] And you think that's so special? I was Captain of the Empire's flagship. I didn't rise the ranks by keeping my hands clean, and I didn't stay there by playing nice. You think you're the only guy who's done shit, Rogers? Think that scares me?

[There. Steve saw the flash in the man's eyes, heard the stifled gasp and his hands froze. He made a note of the exact tension in his muscles and relaxed both hands, rubbing the injured muscles instead. Steve snorted again and lifted one hand from James' leg to his groin, groping rather blindly just to play.]

No, I don't think it's special at all, and I know it doesn't scare you. I bet it does excite you though. Just imagine how many times I've done those unspeakable things, and how good I am at them . . .

[Part of him liked the pain play, liked it a lot. He didn't often get an outlet for his darkness, especially not one who seemed so eager for it. But it also made him sick to indulge something he knew he should be fighting against. He was a good man, and yet . . .

Steve straightened and lifted both hands, sliding them over James' belly and upward over the man's chest, rucking up his clothing with no regard for how annoying it might feel, bunching the fabric to expose skin he didn't touch. His hands stopped just above James' collarbones, his fingers stroking the livid bruises he'd left on the delicate column as he smirked down at the man, pressing down just a little with the heels of his hands to make breathing a bit difficult.]

Tell me James. What do you really want me to do now? Give you some more bruises? Strip you? Something else entirely?

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BONDAGE AND SEX FROM HERE!!!! (of course if it's too much, i am happy to edit!)

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