(1310-09-09) White Rose Dinner Fiascos
Summary: A dinner with White Roses. The night is interrupted by unruly guests,designed to have the invited guests use their social and political skills.
RL Date: Sun Sep 09, 1310
Related: None
gemma thaddeus marielle adeline marco 


Compared to the darker, heavy interior of downstairs, the solar feels like a pleasant contrast, where the use of light pastel tones and white provide a light air that is almost convincing. Floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city are guarded by curtains in light shades of pastel greens and blues. A few thick carpets cover the polished oak floor, where a few high backed armchairs are arranged about a kneeling cushion in the center. Beverages offered here will usually be white sparkling wines, to lighten the mood and keep up a certain innocent air. The tapestries on the white walls are kept to lighter hues as well, picturesque depictions of alyssum flower arrangements along with those of modest maidens in innocent situations, while the darker side to Alyssum canon reveals itself only to the attentive eye, in the details of the woodwork in dark mahogany side tables and the seats, depicting a pair of man and woman caught in obvious amorous entanglement, she faintly resisting and averting her gaze.

Guests wishing to attend the dinner are escorted by, of course, White Roses to the Solar. When people enter the Solar it is revealed to have been modified to look like a dining hall. The tables are made up beautifully and at each table is a White Rose or two, pending which table people decide they prefer (AKA each person gets, at least, one White rose Companion). A couple more Alyssum wander the room acting as escorts to the tables or just there for being made to blush. You know, a usual night with the innocents flowers of the Night Court. Marielle, for the moment, is no where to be seen. It looks to be, thus far, a normal dinner with the white Roses. Which, of course, involve making them embarassed.

Thaddeus is coming in as, Lord Ruffletowler, with a long black cape, and a fimiliar mask if you had been to the masqured, it is a long fox max, with a pulled back teeth, in a snarl, he is dressed mostly in black leather, with a wicked smile."Hello, Hello." His voice is soft, as he moves around taking it in, and he has brought a date on his right arm, with a wicked smile."So much beauty in one little room."

Thadd has sprung this evening on Gemma and dazzled as she is, the atmosphere makes her nervous. It also makes her glad for the little peacock-mask she is supposed to be wearing on her face. Lady RUff… Ruffletowler? Thats who she is tonight? Ruff Ruff… who named any lord after a dog? Really?

THaddeus, rather, Lord Ruffletowler and Gemma, Lady Ruffletowler, are greeted by blushing flowers. Each one takes a moment to observe whether the eyes of the Guests linger more on male or female. The noted preference is what hovers around the guests (including the NPCs around). Each one has a glass of white wine to offer, not entirely encouraging people to sit, yet. Though, skilled Courtesans do subtly draw the guests closer and closer to their seats. They start with polite converation, aimed to discover interests of their companions (Feel free to puppet talking with someone about sometihng you like). Marielle still has not made hr arrival. It is really quite odd for that particular white Rose not to be early for an event she is planning. It is hard to say because occassionaly the Alyssum present slip from their guests to whisper to each other, purposefully loud enough their concerns of where MArielle is can be over heard. This causes some of the guests to look quite concerned. A bolder White Rose lifts his voice and says, "I'll go get her."

<FS3> Thaddeus rolls Perception: Good Success. (5 7 3 3 8 2 5)

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Marielle=subterfuge Vs Thadeus=perception
< Marielle: Great Success (7 8 5 2 7 2 8 1 1 3 4) Thadeus: Success (2 5 7 3)
< Net Result: Marielle wins - Solid Victory

Thaddeus looks around, with a little smile on his face, trying to listen in and but he is too easily distracted, by a girl sitting there with large assest, and a thing waist, as he scans the room, and his arm is around his Lady's waist."Now then, shall we try and find a glass for ourselves, and a maybe a place to sit, my love."

Gemma's never been to a place like this, the White Roses could escort her in and leave her for the night and she wouldn't think anything of it. A glass of wine is snared, one for herself and one for Thaddeus. While Thaddeus watches the ladys, Gemma watches the scantily clad men. Leaning into Thaddeus to whisper against his ear, "And you call your cousin a trouble maker. I call you one as well."

Thaddeus smiles over at Gemna, with a soft speaking now."Lady Ruffletowler, do you wish to find one to speak with, to maybe take private, for a lesson in manners." His voice is teasing, and then he sips his wine, walking towards one of the males, she was eyeing slowly."Hello sir, and I'm Lord Ruffletowler, my lady wishes to speak with you."

Off the man goes and the white ross are still a titter about Marielle's lack of presence. Though, as expected of a Courtesan of the Night Court they are perfectly attentive of their companions. Acting the part of the perfect blushing flowers. From outside the door is a bit of a ruckus, a loud bawdy ditty can be heard then the soft more docile tones of one male then a female, the delicacy and embarassment of the softer voices pretty much gives away that the two quieter voices are White Roses. The less delicate voices make inappropriate comments in return and they are getting ouder, indicating that the loud group is getting closer. The White Roses in the room look all the more flustered as they hear the voices coming through the doors and eahc one looks at each other before quickly focusing on their guests once more. Maybe the voices will go away and not actually ruin their dinner party.

Gemma snares her hand about Thaddeus's arm, "My Lord Ruffletowler how could I bear to leave you." lowering her voice conspiringly, "Besides, did you not say any such lesson would be together?" she looks over towards the door as the commotion comes closer and closer. Looking about she hmms, can she dump her wine on someone by mistake?

Thaddeus listens now, with a worried little smile crossing his face, and his hand is resting where a sword would normally be placed, but today it is just a leather pouch, with a frown."Now then, I hear trouble I think Lady Ruffletowler, and I think we need you to sit with this man, till it blows over." His voice almost teasing, but he is going to stay in the persona.

Adeline has arrived.

Even with the din of patrons, the noise is bound to catch attention.

A lady in a robe that had been sitting on her own more or less — the people about her may have been talking, but she wasn't engaged — rises to her feet slowly. Adeline's eyes go to the noise, almost by instinct. White brows furrow momentarily; she doesn't recognize the voices, and can barely hear the words, but the tone is unmistakable.

Trouble brewing.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Adeline=Perception Vs Marielle=subterfuge
< Adeline: Good Success (5 6 8 7 3 8) Marielle: Good Success (4 7 6 4 1 4 5 4 7 4 2)
< Net Result: Adeline wins - Marginal Victory

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Thaddeus=perception Vs Marielle=subterfuge
< Thaddeus: Success (4 4 1 8 4 3 5) Marielle: Good Success (3 6 7 4 5 5 6 8 5 1 8)
< Net Result: Marielle wins - Solid Victory

Thaddeus spends 1 luck points on Politics.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Thaddeus=Politics+50 Vs Marielle=politics+50
< Thaddeus: Success (6 2 4 4 1 5 6 1 5 5 4 6 5 5 6 6 8 4 5 2) Marielle: Great Success (7 4 4 3 8 3 4 6 7 2 6 3 7 5 2 8 1 2 4 4)
< Net Result: Marielle wins - Crushing Victory

Open the doors are flung and by the young man in the lead Marielle is carried in, looking very flustered. The man is followed by two women who drape off the young man who left to find MArielle. There embrace on him is all but innocent. THen a few more are behind them. This unruly group quickly fans out, pretty pushily aiming to steal White Roses from the guests. They drop their titles with the expectations that they willl be heeded. The group looks and name drops as Ambassadors and royals. Though, those, who have been to Rose Sauvage often enoughwould realize they are just different members of the salon and not actual 'royals' or 'Ambassadors'. Given the information spread about the dinner it is clear that the group is unlikely legitimate ambassadors and royals.

Once the group has settled in at the tables, stealing what White Roses they can get away with (+roll <your name>=politics vs marielle=politics+50 (totally doing luck on this because my politics are not grand) to politically keep your White Rose from being stolen from you) there is more buste outside the, which sounds more like the clatter of dinner being brought towards the solar. The servants were told, undoubtedly, exactly when to start bringing things in.

Marielle spends 1 luck points on Political for Dinner.

Gemma looks off towards the door with regret, she is going to make Thaddeus let her join in on the trouble one of these days. She tucks her hand under her Rose's arm, "So come show me the correct way to hold this glass of wine? I promise not to dump any on you." That Rose dosn't end up staying with her for long, he's getting passed around and jostled about like crazy.

For a moment, Adeline looks concerned.

Eyes narrow. Her hands are shaken out of her robes, one leading towards the inside of it. At that point, however, a young man brushes against the tall woman's shoulder and murmurs something in her ear. And that causes the woman in the blue robe to pause.

And then sit down.

Her expression after? Kind of bemused. Confusion, mixed with curiosity — maybe even a note of embarrassment and entertainment. And as the youths come by to steal the roses from tables, she doesn't say a word. She just sits there, watching, waiting.

Although, fair, she does seem to make sure no one takes her food.

Thaddeus is sitting there, shocked by the sudden attack, he was sipping his wine as he starts to speak, it goes down the wrong tube. He starts to cough, and his well trained skill, in the art of negoation failing him, with a red blush in his checks, as he looks down at the floor.

The 'leader' of the unruly keeps a solid hold on his prize: Marieele, who 'struggles' to get free, saying, "I need to attend to my guests." Her voice sounds so perfectly helpless and she is so very flushed. The 'prince' scoffs and tightens his grip on Marielle, bringing his lip to her ear to murmur something, undoubtedly indecent.5r
The two women that were hanging on the White Rose who left to find Marielle /drag him and the second Rose they claimed to a little corner, fully intending to make things far too indecent for a dinner. They pair of White Roses look so flustered.. so shy.. so embarassed. They play their part well and it undoubtedly encourages the guests to save them. Just to put them in such a comprimising situation. Its their party, damnit. (For those who want to stop the fun for their own: +roll <yourname>=composure, politics, or a background skill of yours you think makes sense> vs marielle=composure)

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Thaddeus=Politics+50 Vs Marielle=politics+50
< Thaddeus: Amazing Success (7 7 5 6 4 4 3 8 3 8 3 2 2 5 2 2 7 8 2 4) Marielle: Great Success (7 4 1 4 5 2 2 8 3 4 7 5 1 7 6 3 4 8 4 5)
< Net Result: Thaddeus wins - Marginal Victory

Marielle spends 1 luck points on Political for Dinner.

Thaddeus spends 1 luck points on Politics.

Gemma isn't objecting any longer to staying out of the way, if she could she would snare Thaddeus back. No, on second thought she is going to watch Thaddeus work his charms. WEither they be good charms or bad charms.

"Now then gentleman, as one lord to another, this is quiet…" Thaddeus's voice is soft as he walks towards him with a wide smile, and a shake of his head."She is an amazing woman, someone to be honored, not carried like a sack of food, and to be shamed" His voice is soft, as he beams at the man with a shake of his head."Now that I see her close, it ias tempted so I forgive you myself, but this room is filled with others, that are not so understanding, I hope you can muster up a sorry for each of them, and mean it from the depth of your soul."

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Adeline=Politics Vs Marielle=Composure
< Adeline: Success (5 6 6 6 1 8) Marielle: Success (5 7 4 6 1 3 5)
< Net Result: DRAW

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Adeline=Politics Vs Marielle=Composure
< Adeline: Failure (1 2 2 6 2 4) Marielle: Success (4 2 2 8 6 1 6)
< Net Result: Marielle wins - Marginal Victory

Sometimes, the problem with dinner isn't the food.

Between Thaddeus' rhetoric and the commotion about her, it's impossible for Adeline to continue her meal in peace. A sigh escapes her lips, her eyes drawn towards a corner where two of the White Roses are being restrained — verbally, if anything, at this point. Eyes move upwards for a second, and the woman forces herself up to her feet.

Confrontation was, perhaps, inevitable.

The brusque approach was probably not the right one. "Enough of this nonsense," says Adeline in an irritable tone. "Have you no sense of decorum?" The two women, at first, look to one another with doubt, but then rebuke the interfering woman. "Where we come from, m'lady, such things are common!" they tell her. Right.

"This is Marsilikos," replies Adeline in her same tone, but to no avail; she's lost them.

Marco arrives from the Upper Landing.

Marco has arrived.

The 'prince' of the night sets down Marielle, the servasnts with food stuff assure each person in the room has food and they linger in the background as 'invisible' people. They know how to beavailable without disrupting. The 'prince' parks himself beside THaddeus to chat with him, undoubtedly trying to convince the lord to tag team a White Rose or two. Marielle slants a look around, undoubtedly assessing that everything is going accordingly. She lingers near her 'hero' and the 'villain'. She is 100% leaving it up to tHaddeus on whether she steps way or not. He's saved her, after all.

The two female ambassadors, after Adaline's attempt to stop them, go back to trying to get their two white Roses naked for their perverse pleasure.

HOWEVER, things have gotten out of hand at one of the tables. Another prince has gotten the robe off of a white rose and is trying to lay him across the table, saying, "This is my dinner plate for the evening. Eh? Ehhh?" THe poor White Rose man is absolutely flustered to have been made nude. In public no less. It is going to take some skill to settle this man down. Especially since his idea has delectable merits to it. However, he is not invited so his idea, though, enjoyable, can not be carried through (+rolls <name>=<politics or leadership or suitable background skill> vs marielle=seduction)

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Adeline=Leadership Vs Marielle=Composure
< Adeline: Success (1 4 4 2 2 6 8) Marielle: Good Success (8 7 4 3 3 3 6)
< Net Result: Marielle wins - Marginal Victory

Marco drifts into the Salon of the White Roses with open curiosity. Marco appears to have already obtained a glass of wine on his way up for his belated arrival perhaps distracted upon the way up or simply being Marco and lost in some interest or another. His eyes linger the area watching the room amusemen evident he flicks a glance to Marielle smiling at her and giving her an approving look gesturing at the room. He drifts further in towards the two female ambassadors and Adeline. His eyes clearly lingering on the small grouping catching Adeline's gaze with curiosity if she wants to keep intervening. He does then find a spot on the nearby table sitting on the edge of it just beside the white rose being turned into a plate. He doesn't seem inclined to interrupt more to watch and assess the others offering to the 'prince' offering up a plate, "You know the best thing about a delicious plate is to share it." He says more encouragingly than anything as he sips his wine.

Being nice and political didn't work; time for another tactic.

"Perhaps you would prefer to explain this interruption to the city guard." Adeline makes a sweeping gesture with her hand; in doing so, her robe moves aside for a moment to reveal that she's wearing armor underneath. "Accosting a White Rose, generally, is unacceptable in this city." Beat. Marco's words don't seem to reach her at the moment; her attention is focused on stopping whatever wrong-doing she perceives. "So you will cease and desist immediately."

Nice little speech.

It's not that Adeline is without authority. Women with angry scars on their faces wearing armor under robes are usually imperious, and her tone is that of someone with some experience on a battlefield. That said, there are people who are simply not moved by authority, commands, or other such directives. And the 'Ambassadors' are such people, so they turn their attention away from the two Roses to the Blue Lady.

Well, crap.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Gemma=politics Vs Marielle=composure
< Gemma: Failure (4 6 2 4 6) Marielle: Good Success (8 3 5 7 1 5 8)
< Net Result: Marielle wins - Solid Victory

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Gemma=politics Vs Marielle=seduction
< Gemma: Good Success (6 7 8 4 1) Marielle: Great Success (6 8 7 7 5 7 3 8)
< Net Result: Marielle wins - Solid Victory

The problem with all this, Gemma dosn't care who the blue bloods are. She would much rather go over and punch someone and get them away from the bully rather then let it happen. Taking up her wine, she drains the liquid before setting the glass down and going over to assist the gentleman on the table. If nothing else she can distract long enough for the rose to get away.

For now the Ambassador girls seem content to keep their rpedatory eyes on Adaline, for the moment not going closer. They are actually Courtesans so they ARE taking time to assess whether she is a potential legitimate victim..er.. patron. The two White Roses, though, not properly save, seem to accept the refocus of attention as a success. So, off they dart to a 'safe spot.

Alas, dinner plate White Rose finds him stretched across the table to be used as a dinner plate by the 'prince' and now Marco. There is still a chance to save him but the margin for doing that is fast shrinking. Only still there because the 'prince' is making decisions. (Feel free to take this chance to save him still). Gemma's attempt to distract, doesn't fully work but it does work enough that the plate-prince is stoped, for a small, bit from his dinner deciding to turn his eyes on Gemma and chat with her a bit. Alas, his hand rests against the chest of the 'plate' so he can't escape without destroyingt he distraction.

The final person, the other unruly types having been settled by other guests, is a young man.. or is it woman? He person is dressed in such a way it is hard to fully tell whether they are male or female. Even the voice has been pitched to make it hard. This person has trapped a White Rose and is having words with her. A bit towards the harsh side. THere is, some how, a note of familiarity between this pair. However, there is no doubting that the harsh words need to be stopped without offending this ambassador. (+roll <nmae>=<perception, diplomacy, or politics> vs marielle=subterfuge+4 (I will let you know a detail about this if you pass))

Marco lets a hand wander over the plate absently stroking a cheek and along lips as one might the edge of a wine glass. Marco doesn't even look as he does it as his hand wanders. His eyes instead watching Gemma as she draws near to distract the Prince. He grins at Gemma, "Are you not hungry?" He asks his hand lifting from the 'plate' to reach for a spoon and absently dragging it some of the food. He looks curious to see Gemma's response and then looks towards the new pair and he grins, "My friend." He says directed to the androgonyous type. "Won't you come join us and bring your friend?" He suggests Marco apparently. "I would love to introduce you to the group but I'm afraid I don't know your name." He says contently apparently Marco seems content to bridge across the groups rather than move himself because… well Marco.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Marco=Politics Vs Marielle=Subterfuge+4
< Marco: Good Success (5 6 2 8 1 5 5 4 7 5 3) Marielle: Great Success (3 7 8 7 4 3 2 2 1 4 1 8 4 2 1)
< Net Result: Marielle wins - Solid Victory

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Adeline=Medicine Vs Marielle=Subterfuge+4
< Adeline: Good Success (3 4 3 3 4 1 7 7 1 1) Marielle: Good Success (6 5 4 2 7 6 4 4 1 5 2 1 7 5 1)
< Net Result: DRAW

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Adeline=Medicine Vs Marielle=Subterfuge+4
< Adeline: Great Success (7 1 3 4 8 8 4 6 8 6) Marielle: Amazing Success (1 3 8 7 6 8 8 3 8 6 3 7 7 1 3)
< Net Result: Marielle wins - Solid Victory

Adeline, for her part, doesn't look or act like a victim.

With the eyes of the two Ambassador women on her, the Blue Lady spreads her hands away from her hips. And then curls them into fists. It's the sort of gesture you make to invite someone to test their strength, like something a Camaeline might do before wrestling a bear to the floor. It is probably calculated to discourage the two from pressing their luck tonight.

Because Adeline is clearly ill-tempered and hungry.

Anyhow, then there's harsh language. And a White Rose that needs saving from another 'Ambassador'. Desperate times call for desperate acts, and, so, the Blue Lady disengages. "Hey. Hey!" She gestures over towards the man/woman using harsh language. "Excuse me, no — no — no, she's — that won't due, not at all, no. She suffers from the — the tremors, you see, tremors. That sort of stress — that stress will cause her to breathe too quickly, and her heart shall stop."


Still, for a moment, the 'Ambassador''s attention is drawn to the interfering Adeline. "Medicine! I need — she needs medicine to, ah — to calm the tremors, you see, m'lord." Unfortunately, Adeline's composure breaks slightly; she looks nervous and anxious about her treatment. The ruse is over.

But, hey, it worked for a hot second, right?

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Gemma=seafaring Vs Marielle=seduction
< Gemma: Great Success (7 6 4 1 3 7 7 8) Marielle: Good Success (2 3 5 8 7 2 4 7)
< Net Result: Gemma wins - Marginal Victory

Gemma draws a loose scarf from around her neck, that exposes the red mark on her neck but where is she at after all? Rather anoyed, she ignors Marco as she loops the scarf around her target's wrist, "So it goes like this…" pull the scarf tight around the wrist before looping the other end around the other wrist, "And you make another loop over here…" guide the other wrist into the loop, "A little tuck, a little pull…" which a tug that brings the two wrists together she ties the ends together and pulls, "Now look who's caught?"

Between Adeline's talk of tremors and Marco's invitation to join him and plate-prince the 'ambassador' is, more or less, distracted from the poor girl. Over he/she , relenting on talking to the White Rose claimed but she/he does take her by the wrist to bring her towards Marco. After bringing her to Adeline.. until she realizes that the 'sickness' is not real. It /almost/ has the Ambassador break character by smiling. To the plate-prince, just before he is tied up and bound by Gemma and tucked off to the side, she/he leads the White rose to Marco's group. There she/he watches the plate-prince get tied up. Alas, even with the subtle indications all the 'uninvited' have been getting fromMarielle could not keep him from revealing he is Valerian. And thus, he doesn't entirely find himself able to resist Gemma's binidng. Not even when she abandons him.

Now that all the 'victims' have been saved, more or less, Marielle, who has just been background noise and guiding the not trained in subterfuge Roses, speaks, "As oyu might have realized, tonight was how to navigate dealing with those who are unruly in a political setting. It is as harsh as a battle of weapons just.. less bloody. One wrong step with an ambassador and you could cause a war. I noted not all of you are political sorts. Considering that, the alternate tactics I saw used were reasonably acceptable. There is nothing wrong with using your skills to change how someithng is going." A small pause is given and she notes to Gemma, "Though, tying up someone might not work in an official setitng." Now that she is not guiding people MArielle does move to Marco to touch her lips briefly to his in greeting, she knows him well, after all. As she doesn't realy recall seeing Adeline or Gemma she adds, "I'm Marielle Rousse no Rose Sauvage. I really appriciate your attendance."

An addeum of, "These are more geared towards the Night Court situations." is noted by Marielle. "I don't ijmagine these sorts of things would be common outside of it."

Marco watches Gemma with curiosity his eyes wandering the red mark of her neck and looking clearly amused as the scarf tightens around the wrists of her victim. He grins, "Oooh I didn't think it would be that sort of an event." He looks clearly intrigued and amused as she's binding wrists together. His eyes twinkling in amusement as he offers to Gemma, "My Lady someday perhaps you'd be kind enough to share the trick of that it's very….deftly done." He says appreciatively. He then blinks at Marielle and pouts as he wraps an arm around her rather openly squeezing her backside, "Over already? But I didn't even get to make anyone blush." He says in a tone that can only be considered a whine though his eyes are twinkling at it. He does look past Marielle though and he grins at Adeline, "That's some impressive trickery." He says, "Though remind me never to ask you if I look sick it's quite convincing." He leans against Marielle and he seems to be pouting a little watching the androgynous courtesan and her 'victim'. He grins at Adeline and winking at her asks of Marielle, "And does everyone get a prize for their victories?"

Gemma looks around, both at the guests and the roudy once guest members, yes this confuses her, this was a lesson? She gives herself a bit of a shake and a quick smile to Marielle, "A pleasure to meet you my Lady. I am Gemma Renault. I ummm.. used sailors knots. It's all I could think of." she grins at Marco and nods her head, "You just need someone to give you some sailing lessons."

Gemma has left.

Well, that takes the piss out of it.

Adeline doesn't say anything. She stops herself, visibly, and then just bobs her head. Acknowledgment. That having been given, she lets out a breath explosively. She doesn't really seem like the type to grab or hug or otherwise show any interest at all and getting salacious, so her appearance is … well, peculiar, to say the least. So dour. So grim.

And still hungry.

"I'll keep that in mind," Adeline murmurs laconically in Marco's direction, turning to start to walk back towards she was sitting before. Prizes? She doesn't seem to care much for that. No, she wants to finish what she started — her meal. And that's where she goes: to her seat, once more.

Just so very serious, it seems.

A little squeak is given by MArielle as Marco squeezes her backside, "You arrived late." she points out to him, flushing a little. "I doubt you'll let me leave, anyways, until you've made me blush fully, at least once." She has observed him eying up the White Rose who was playing a harsh person. "If they are inclined, I do not mind paying for a night with a Courtesan of Rose Sauvage for them. Even if it is just for chatting/" Then to Adeline she looks, smiling slightly at her being set on her dinner. She nudges MArco to find his meal as well. "I hope oyu had a decent time?" she inquires towards Adeline, not really bothered by her seriousness. Marielle works with different types, after all. "I hope it was not too disappointing for keeping you from your meal." Which, to note, as much effort as possible has been taken to keep everything warm duringt he fiascos.

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