To Reach Our Dreams (IC)
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				Title: <strong>To Reach Our Dreams (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>25-09-2015, 06:28:31</strong>
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				Their first tour...It was already hard to imagine it, but for it to actually exist? Beyond anything any of the members could ever dream of and why not? How many young teenagers lounging around in their respected groups had had the very same dream and it actually happen? How many poured their heart and souls into the very music they believed in and have it heard and swept up in a flurry of excitement that matched even their own? The countless hours slaving over lyrical poems that spoke such depth that rattled the very fabric of oppressed youth, the anthem of notes and strings coming to live to sing out their sorrows, their frustrations as the outcasts they were in their right; surely so many had tried to stake their claim before them and yet here they were. <br><br>They had finally made it.<br><br>It had started so long ago as the group had been nothing but the hopeless dreamers any teenager and young adult had been in their conquest to make it big, to have their voices heard in the only way they knew how. Friends banding together over their love of music and rebellion, gatherings that went well beyond sunrise as the teens wailed their woes into the blistering sound of music that was their true calling. It was friendship that had brought the odd strangers together in union to see their dream come to life, becoming more of an family than even their blood could ever claim as for the time it suited the bizarre gang.Each member brought something to the table as they worked towards their goal to become the famous band they all knew they could be, but now that it actually happened it was still hard to accept it as reality even now.<br><br><br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen on the tour bus, currently traveling on the road<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Herself apparently<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Belly Tank top, shorts and knee socks<br><strong>Status:</strong> Bored out of her mind<br><br><br>(http://i57.tinypic.com/19m22p.jpg)<br><br><br><br>"Come on! You guys are being so lazy!We should be celebrating, doing something, anything come on!~"<br><br>It wasn't uncommon to hear the delicate yet high voice of an certain female, one that often made herself known in spastic and grating ways from time to time though never in an small enclosed area like the tin can of their tour bus. Sure it wasn't the best looking bus out there, but it had enough for the band to make due with given their first touring to date. It was furnished with an small kitchen and bathroom, not to mention an rather cozy nook that held an circular couch the members could lounge on for those late night sessions of binge drinking that was to come as well as practice. Towards the back were many lined bunks with small curtains for privacy, the sleeping quarters provided held twin mattresses and pillows for the band to enjoy as overall it wasn't all too bad.Who could complain when they were currently speeding away from the one pony town they had come from, the very city that either sank poor souls who could never escape or broke them in both mind and spirit.&nbsp; <br><br>Humming lightly beneath her breath the petite woman bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, unable to keep herself from the abundance of energy she currently felt; and how could she? They were on tour!The warm light of the mid day sun spilled through the dirty windows of the small kitchenette, highlighting the odd hue of the teal mane of the female as she danced around trying to drum up some excitement. Then again Zoey McAdams had always been like that, not to mention the obvious substance abuse that was pure caffeine didn't help matters either.There was hardly an moment where the lithe woman didn't have an steaming cup of coffee or energy drink in her hand, the mixed fragrance of dark espressos and spent cigarettes her odd scent though she didn't mind it. Lifting her small form to perch herself on top of the smooth counter top, Zoey stretched her slender form with a groaning sigh, the odd fashion only matching the strange demeanor the woman often portrayed. Dressed in an cut up and tattered tank top, the taut flesh of her belly button gleamed like soft cream, the dark denim of her shorts clinging to the swell of her hips as she gave her legs a few random kicks in the air with a sigh.The electric burn of her lime green knee socks was hard to miss really, matching the off color hue of her long hair that fell in wavy ringlets around her head to shower across the small of her back as she moved. Uncharacteristically however she had dropped her sunglasses from her current fashion, though the dark stain of an beanie did lay on top of her small head to take it's place really as light hazel eyes flickered around absently to her surroundings.<br><br>"Guys.....I'm bored...."Zoey began to whine lightly, turning onto her stomach to literally lay on the counter now, the bounce of her slim legs arching to point her sock covered feet towards her head as she propped her chin within her palms. Did they seriously expect her to entertain herself? Hell no. That wasn't how Zoey did things, and if something didn't happen soon then there would be an revolt in the beginning.Maybe she could dye her hair another color, as it wasn't uncommon to find the petite girl in the washroom painting her silky mane like an damn rainbow. Purple sounded nice...though so did pink...oh the choices...
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Reach Our Dreams (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherealgirl</strong> on <strong>25-09-2015, 14:56:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CBoBui3W4AAsW9P.jpg:large)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Sam Chandrian (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=236661.msg11644036#msg11644036)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Tour Bus<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br><strong>Status</strong>: Waking Up<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Thin Camisole tank top, White Panties with red hearts on them, and Black Ray-Ban Sunglasses (http://www.yourdesignersunglasses.co.uk/images/products/altimage/Ray-Ban-2140-Original-Wayfarer-Sunglasses-901S---MATTE-BLACK-CRYSTAL-GREEN-%28SIZE-50-ONLY%29.jpg)<br><strong>Scene Music:</strong> Enjoy! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3K1t0669no)<br><hr> <br><br><em>"Come on! You guys are being so lazy!We should be celebrating, doing something, anything come on!~"</em> <br><br>The sound of the cute, but annoying Zoey echoed throughout the tour bus. Fuck, why did she have to wake up so early? Hadn't they just finished playing in that shit stain of a town like 6 hours ago? Slowly Sam sat up in her bed, yawning. Her long black hair draped over half of her face. She was sick of the road. The long drives, being cooped up in a tin can. <br><br>The one thing that being on a tour bus was good for, it was writing. And Sam wrote a lot. Lots of new music and lyrics. She had been approached several times from magazines, wanting interviews, to take photos. She had allowed for some of it, but mostly she was just plain rubbish at interviews. She knew she was talented, being a jack of all trades, especially when it came to the recording studio. <br><br>Sam yawned aloud, smoothing out her hair before peeking out the bus window. It was mid-day. Still too early for her. The young lead guitarist slipped out of her bed. She was dressed, rather, less dressed then she Zoey. A thin camisole tank top did little to leave anything to imagination, and the cute little white panties hung low on her hips. All of this did however display her numerous tattoos nicely.<br><br>Sam slipped on her trademark sunglasses and walked down the small hallway and out into the open of the Bus' main seating area. "Well fuck if you arn't happy to be awake..." Sam said plainly, rummaging around in the small kitchen for a clean glass and a bottle of whiskey. <br><br>"Don't you ever sleep?" she asked aloud, pouring the drink and taking a sip. It tasted like shit, but it helped with her hang over. <br><br>Chandrian plopped down on the couch and put her feet up on the coffee table in the middle. Her toes were painted black, much like her finger nails. Her long black hair cascaded down her back like black rain. "How much longer till we get to the next concert?" she asked aloud to anyone who could answer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Reach Our Dreams (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rish</strong> on <strong>25-09-2015, 15:07:33</strong>
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				(http://40.media.tumblr.com/eac0bb7a434affecc29e5180a3c25b9e/tumblr_new9c4rfqh1rb9rueo1_500.png)<br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Benjamin York<br><strong>Location</strong>:Buses Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Zoey<br><strong>Status</strong>: Cooking<br><strong>Wearing</strong>:A dress shirt, first few buttons undone. Suit pants and fancy shoes. Silver-rimmed glasses and a silver ring with a black stone on his middle finger.<br><hr><hr><br>The man strolled into the kitchen and seemed to purposely ignore Zoey for a moment, knowing, that should he give her a bit of attention until he at least have started his task she would distract him to the point of forgetting his goal for coming here in the first place. She could be like a child on a sugar high at times, it was endearing, in its own way. But she wasn't going to hear the Roadie Boss say that to her face. It would inflate her ego, or deflate his, both are options that should not be taken up and brought into a conversation. Plucking a apron from the hangers, not really caring if its one of the official white one's he picked up, the the frilly pink one's James did...he put it one. Tying the back to secure it and fixing his glasses before going through the cupboards. Bringing out a bowl and some...chocolate bars?<br><br>"If you want something to do Zoey, then why don't you help me make some celebration snacks for the team? Just remember, do not add anymore sugar to the bowl while I am not looking. We don't need a repeat of <em>last time</em> I let you assist me in this kind of task. Understood?" He cast her a piercing look, well, it was more his normal gaze. But it usually had its effect on his peo-he means friends. Hopefully these girls weren't starting to become unaffected by it in the months he had been working with them. That would be horrible! How could he make them behave if the piercing gaze had zero effect? But that wasn't what he should be focusing on at the moment. Shaking his head lightly to ward the banter in his own mind he moved over to the fridge and began to get what he needed from it. Taking the milk, the eggs, the butter and the vanilla extract he had hidden within the fridge out he set them on the counter. But that wasn't the first step, he needed to mix the sugar together so it was smooth before adding the butter into the batch and mixing it together well. Standing on his toes he got the brown sugar from the top shelf of the cupboard and took another glance over at Zoey.<br><br>"If you don't feel like helping out, could you go wake up that lazy bum James and have him come to assist? It would be much more beneficial than having him taking all of the couch space for his sleep." Once he had spoken again he started to add the sugar into the bowl and mixing it with a wooden spoon he had fetched from the draw. His breathe starting to hum one of their older, and one of their first songs as he worked on his baking. That damn song was too catchy...<br><br>Hearing someone enter her glances over and arches a brow at Sam, not seeming to give two-fucks about her current attire he just nods to her before turning back to his task. Hands moving within the bowl still. "Depending on the traffic, I'd estimate around five hours. Enough time to get to the location and finish up setting up the stage that the people we have at the current location <em>should</em> be working on. However, I don't know the state that the road is in at the moment. My estimations of time may be quite wrong if the roads are full of traffic."&nbsp; <br><br><hr><hr><br>As for Philip, he was yawning at the wheel of the bus and rubbing his eyes as he drove them to their destination. Having offered to take the role for the normal driver so he could take a rest, not wanting a man who hadn't slept for almost twenty hours behind the wheel. Or rather...Benjamin hadn't wanted that. So he had ordered him. Grumbling under his breathe he squinted out into the street as the morning sun heated up his face. <em>"...I could sure use some coffee..."</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Reach Our Dreams (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>25-09-2015, 18:06:49</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen and lounge area (bouncing between the two)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Benjamin, Sam<br><strong>Status:</strong> Excited and quite hyper<br><br>_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br><br>Nearly falling over the counter's edge at the sound of an oh so familiar voice greeting herself out of seemingly no where,&nbsp; Zoey was quick to scramble from her once splayed out position if only to turn onto her back, using the firm wood of the cabinets to keep herself from plummeting to her death from the counter top and floor; even if it was only a few feet. "How can anyone sleep right now? I mean really!~"The young woman would coo with an small giggle, the long curtain of odd hair nearly reaching the floor from her stretched position as she stuck out her tongue playfully.Though Zoey knew not to annoy Sam too much especially this early, well then again it was at least mid day, or mid morning? Hell Zoey wasn't even sure. The dark circles beneath her eyes however spoke of volumes of how little sleep the bassist truly got even on an normal basis, the touring seeming to only accelerate this harrowing habit of hers as she twitched and shifted compulsively every so often.<br><br>The mention of sleep was always met with the wiry smile that curled across those pouting lips, the expression not lost on Zoey even in her up side down state as if anything it only made it appear all the more crazed. "Who needs sleep when you have Mr. Coffee? Surely you know me and him are going steady don't you?"the woman would giggle to herself,patting the warm ceramic of her coffee mug as it's intricate design was in the shape of an Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.Honestly it was an better alternative than her smoking habit at the current moment, Benjamin nearly having an heart attack when he stumbled upon Zoey trying to smoke in the lounge area upon their first night on the speeding tin can.<br><br>Speaking of Benjamin...<br><br>A new victim to her antics soon wandered into the vicinity just as the thought crossed her mind, the ever shifting form of Zoey soon curling back onto her flat stomach as she used her small hands to prop herself up somewhat to eye the man in interest.She loved to tease those around her as Benjamin in his stoic and strict manner was no exception. His ever so commanding way brought Zoey many moments of giggle fits, something that seemed so strange yet to the bassist provided an abundance of entertainment especially when the other two roadies were involved.They certainly were a rag tag team if there ever was one."You can't prove I did anything...I just followed the recipe like you said.. "Zoey would coo softly, batting those long lashes of her's as she flashed an devilish little grin to the man; the day in question had been quite tame in the beginning though to ask Zoey to help meant of course she would skew a few things like the proper amount of sugar that wouldn't send anyone into an diabetic coma.<br><br>Though an much more tempting idea was soon given, wake up calls were Zoey's favorite as the band member who hardly slept meant she was able to give everyone the classic "Zoey Alarm System" which of course had mixed reviews. Sliding herself off from her perch the woman would smooth across the flimsy material of her tank top, her slender form hardly allowing the shirt to serve it's real purpose as the straps of it's sleeves hardly ever stayed in their proper place. Then again she didn't have big knockers like most woman her age to begin with as no doubt it probably served some disadvantage to keeping her skirt in place. Ah well, Zoey didn't mind her smaller bust, it suited her just fine really. "Aye aye captain, one deck hand coming up!"<br>the woman giggled, easily skipping her lithe form into the living room as she spied Sam as well as James who was snoozing happily on the couch.Putting her fingertips against her lips, Zoey made an face to her fellow band mate not to make an sound, the colorful woman creeping closer to the couch as she rounded the other side towards James's sleeping form.<br><br>Without warning Zoey was quick to pounce on the poor man as he slept, her small form barely making an impact but as she jumped on him he would wake up to the bassist straddling his form, the attack of her wandering fingertips coming across his sides to tickle him awake as she giggled."Wakey wakey!~"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Reach Our Dreams (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rish</strong> on <strong>25-09-2015, 19:31:12</strong>
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				<br>(http://40.media.tumblr.com/eac0bb7a434affecc29e5180a3c25b9e/tumblr_new9c4rfqh1rb9rueo1_500.png)<br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Benjamin York<br><strong>Location</strong>:Buses Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Zoey, Sam<br><strong>Status</strong>: Cooking<br><strong>Wearing</strong>:A dress shirt, first few buttons undone. Suit pants and fancy shoes. Silver-rimmed glasses and a silver ring with a black stone on his middle finger. Rolled up sleeves.<br><hr><hr><br>He softly rolls his eyes at her response under his glasses for her words, taking the spoon that was now covered in butter and sugar as he kneaded and mixed the mixture more thoroughly together, and pointing it at her with clear eyes pinning her on the spot. And seeming to have no effect. "Those words you just said? All the prove I ever need. The mischief on your lips and eyes don't help your case either Lady Zoey." Shaking his head in mild amusement as she tries to tempt him with her lashes, the devilish smile that truly just ended up appearing cute on a face such as hers. He lightly booped her nose with the spoon before going back to working his bowl, leaving a little drop of the sugary mixture on her nose as he makes sure it all well and mixed. <br><br>He didn't even need to look behind him to feel her perking up in her mini-wave of excitement. Her voice showing it well enough as she bounced out of the kitchen to go wake up poor, sleeping James. That man was screwed, and not in a way he would of liked. Scratching his chin for a second in thought he set the bowl down and moved over to the kettle, filling it and then putting it on and letting the water bowl. Knowing that quite a few people were going to need a cup. And it was better to get Sam her cup of joe before she grew annoyed. <br><hr><hr><br>(https://40.media.tumblr.com/2b3246d648fc7ed28baf1b1b19ad2a94/tumblr_nsddk27rXA1qdqlkxo5_1280.jpg)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong>: James<br><strong>Location</strong>:Buses Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Zoey<br><strong>Status</strong>: Startled awake!<br><strong>Wearing</strong>:No shirt, just his usual yellow pants and cap!<br><hr><br>James was sleeping quite happily, mouth open and dreaming of Muffins. He was kind of the 'dog' of the group. Have him food, and he was happy! Praise hi, and he was happy! Tell him off, and he slumps like a pup and gives you the same eyes to try and get away with it. But now, that had nothing to do with what was happening.<br><br>No, currently James was being rudely brought out of his dream of delicious food by a soft weight landing on him. He barely had a moment to grown as the gentle weight pressed down on his hips upon the couch before fingers began to tickle against his bare top half. "Aaaaa!" Startled the man's eyes jumped open. Just to see the grinning face of the trouble maker of the band as she grinned down at him and sung in song. In feeling of her pressing down against his hips, straddling him, and oh, nononono. Not his morning wood! This was so very embarrassing...But the laughter she was making come from him was stopping him from reacting to it. Even as his cheeks turned crimson. "Hehehehe, h-hey, s-stop it Zeo! Hahahaha, y-you know I'm not g-goood with tickles!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Reach Our Dreams (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>25-09-2015, 19:49:19</strong>
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				(http://i57.tinypic.com/19m22p.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Living room sitting on James<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>James<br><strong>Status:</strong> Trouble maker!<br>___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Oh how merciless Zoey could be! On top of the copious about of caffeine in her system, parred with the strange energy she was famous for poor James never stood a chance let alone would find any mercy with the petite woman on him as she was. Although their current position would raise flags to any who looked upon them, to Zoey such an stance meant very little. The woman was largely affectionate to everyone she came across, not biding by the restraints of modesty as the bassist thought little of how it could be taken. No one was safe around her when she brought down her wrath, their crime? Well for James it was sleeping around her. Arching over his half bare form Zoey tucked her knees against his hips, the reason more so to keep the man from literally throwing her off of himself as he had previously which resulted in the woman nearly getting her head cracked open; who said she never learned from her mistakes?<br><br>Wrinkling the small sugar dusted nose to the man beneath her those slender fingers continued to ravage across his sides and chest, sprinkling his flesh with her tender tickles as she leaned closer, the long train of her teal hair brushing against his stomach as she grinned wildly. "You have to pay for your crimes sir! There is no sleeping on my watch!"she giggled madly, the crash of her hips bumping across something quite hard and stiff as for a moment she paid it little attention. Though after a few moments it was beginning to become quite obvious, not that Zoey would ever take something like that lightly as she gasped in light shock."And in front of an lady? Shame on you!"she teased further, eluding to the fact rather than blurt it out, though perhaps it was only due to the fact she was much more concentrated on tickling the poor man to death than embarrass him for his normal body functions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Reach Our Dreams (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>01-10-2015, 12:06:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i60.tinypic.com/okmurs.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Kaylee Copeland (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=236661.msg11644699#msg11644699)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Tour Bus<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br><strong>Status</strong>: Waking Up<br><hr> <br><br>Kaylee slowly stirred at the noise from the rest of the bus disturbed her sleep, her eyes cracked open as she rubbed the dirt out of the corner. Yawning she blearily started to take in her surroundings, she wasn't entirely sure what she did last night but whatever it was she'd only just made it into bed as she was still wearing the jeans, shirt and boots she'd left the gig in. Kaylee felt something odd pressed against her face, reaching up she pulled the item off her face and the pillow and took a good long look at it.<br><br>"Oh!" was the only word that Kaylee was able to quietly muster as she stared at the emerald green bra. There wasn't much Kaylee was sure of at this point but that the bra belonged to someone else was a definite as it was at least 4 sizes too large for her. Kaylee let out a little groan and then something made her reach into the pockets of her jeans, out of the right pocket came a neon pink thong and out of the left a pair of Calvin Klein boxers. Thoughts of food, coffee and a shower started to swim around in Kaylee's head all she needed to do was work out which one was most important. Rolling out of her pit Kaylee made her way to the common area where she dropped the miscellaneous underwear onto the table. "So anyone have any ideas where this lot came from?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Reach Our Dreams (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>02-10-2015, 23:16:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/19m22p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoey McAdams<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lounge area<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: James, Kaylee, Sam<br><strong>Status</strong>: Sitting on James<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br><br>Although attacking James to death with those nimble fingertips was entertaining enough, it seemed the noise she had caused was enough to stir a few more folks out of the precious morning sleep most sane members would be under. Then again after the night they had there was little surprise quite a few of them would still feel the ill effects even now, most notably Kaylee who had finally swaggered her way into the lounge area at long last.Offering an cheeky grin Zoey was quick to turn her attention to the singer in question, or rather the evidence she had dumped across the table top unceremoniously to give light to just how wild the previous night had been."Ooo...someone have a few souvenirs I see?"the bassist nearly purred, unwilling to let her complete attention flicker from the overflow of her fingers continuing to mercilessly play across James's half bare form she was currently perched on.<br><br>"I hope you still have the bodies those underwear belong to missy, else someone is going to be very upset."she easily giggled, throwing back her head with an delighted laugh before she seemed to halt her actions on James.Throwing her legs back over his hips, Zoey instead used the poor man more as an actual seat than straddling the deary, the lithe form laying back with an purring sigh as she kicked one leg over the other to use her covered foot to point rather than the easier method of using her hand."Didn't think you'd ever get out of bed, I wanna hear details..."The young woman oozed excitement, that wry smile forever curled across her pout as she nearly bounced on her now commanded seat that was James in eager wait.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Reach Our Dreams (IC)CLOSED</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>13-10-2015, 05:33:10</strong>
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				CLOSED DUE TO INACTIVITY 
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