[Welcome to Night Vale] - [The Echo Chamber]
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				Title: <strong>[Welcome to Night Vale] - [The Echo Chamber]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>11-11-2014, 21:54:17</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/Night%20Vale/68d96227-80c2-41fa-ab2c-0629ec75c4b1_zps0b418670.png)</div><br><strong>The Echo Chamber</strong> is a slim, discreet telephone booth on the outside. This marks it as one of those hidden Chanting Dens, which are generally considered to be much nicer, but also more dangerous than the more easily found Dens. Upon opening the telephone booth door, one is required to pick up the phone, and say "Espresso, please". Upon doing so, one is promptly shifted over to the Den itself.<br><br>Like most Dens, the structure of the Echo Chamber is acoustically designed for optimal solo and group chanting. There are stiff, unyielding, yet strangely comfortable and comforting bean-bag chairs to relax in,&nbsp; low tables made of fine mahogany, and a central stage, surrounded by a bloodstone circle.&nbsp; &nbsp;All tables are carved up with sigils of protection; in case of an uncontrolled eldritch abomination manifesting itself, all clients are encouraged to calmly and politely panic as they stand on the tables, inside the protective sigils.<br><br>If your bean bag chair talks to you, do not listen. Simply order "a mint julep, please", making sure to specifically say "please". This is a way to discreetly inform the wait staff--made up entirely of strangely substantial, curvy female shadows--that one of the chairs has become "defective", and needs to be "pacified". Again.<br><br>The walls in the Echo-chamber are made of black wood. Well, some times. Some times, the wood is red, or even blue. It really depends on how the wood is feeling that day. Please be kind to the wood. If you spill your espresso, please make sure to apologize to the wood.<br><br>The Echo-Chamber sells espressos of many flavors, both known and unknown. These espressos come from a City Council Certified, entirely legal and legitimate, and in no way, shape, or form illegal, espresso machine, tended to by a well-trained, and well-documented barista. Please, be kind to the barista.<br><br>Due to an event earlier in the year, Gregorian Chant will no longer be allowed in The Echo-Chamber.<br><br>Also due to the solar screeching, no chanting is allowed five minutes before, during, or after sunset and sunrise. We should all listen to the sun, after all. It is your friend. You want to be friends with the sun, don't you?<br><br>There are neither windows nor doors inside The Echo-Chamber. That's because, in this modern era, such exits are obviously not needed. All you really need to do is desperately plead with the wall, and it will eventually swallow you. Do not panic. Do. Not. Panic. You will be deposited, safe and sound, in your very own bed. If the wall is having a good day, you may very well be tucked in. If the wall is having a bad day, you might just be tossed out of a whirling purple vortex, and land quite unceremoniously on your bed.<br><br><strong>Event Calendar for The Echo Chamber</strong><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>-None as of yet-</li></ul><br>***If you'd like to schedule an event to be hosted at The Echo Chamber, please contact Cecil (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=pm;sa=send;u=4127).
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - [The Echo Chamber]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 01:39:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/Night%20Vale/3885ed9e-8a66-42e8-99ee-b9e98dddd912_zps778739c1.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Jez Orlot<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Echo Chamber<br><strong>Where In That Location:</strong> Three tables from the Espresso Bar, but four tables from the bloodstone circle sitting on the third beanbag chair.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=141274250)<br><strong>Tagging Who?</strong> Anyone and No one<br><br><hr><br>Jez settled, awkwardly, into one of the beanbag chairs. Why couldn't there be normal chairs? Ones that only tried to swallow you when you were rude like all the other establishments? But no! Randy had to be special and get beanbag chairs that were randomly defective. She didn't even like mint juleps, but every time one of the chairs got unruly, you had to order one. It seemed like a money making scam to her. Still, it was the best chanting den in town.<br><br>She set her City Council approved book of chants on the table and waited the appropriate amount of time before saying her chant, <strong>"Silver moon, silver light, protect me all throughout the night,"</strong> she started.<br><br><strong>“All ye assembled at mine shrine, Mother Darksome and Divine. Mine the Scourge and mine the Kiss, Here I charge you in this sign. All you assembled in my sight, Bow before my spirit bright. Aphrodite, Arianhod, Lover of the Horned God. Mighty Queen of Witchery and night, Morgan, Erione, Nisene, Diana, Bridgid, Melusine, Am I named of old by men, Artemis and Cerridwen, Hell’s dark mistress, Heaven’s Queen. <br><br>Ye who ask of me a rune, Or would ask of me a boon, Meet me in some secret glade, Dancing round in greenwood shade. By the light of the Full Moon. In a place wild and lone, Dance about mine altar stone, Work my holy mystery, Ye who are feign to sorcery. I bring ye secrets yet unknown. No more shall ye know slavery, who give true worship unto me. <br><br>Ye who tread my round on Sabbat night, come ye naked to my rite, in token that ye be really free. I teach ye the mystery of rebirth, work ye my mysteries in mirth. Heart joined to heart and lip to lip, five are the points of fellowship, that bring ye ecstasy on earth, for I am the circle of rebirth. I ask no sacrifice, but do vow, no other Law but love I know, By naught but love may I be known. <br><br>All things living are mine own, from me they come, to me they go. I invoke Thee and call upon Thee Mighty Mothers of us all. Bringer of Fruitfulness by seed and by root. I invoke Thee by stem and bud. I invoke Thee by life and love and call upon Thee to descend into the body of this Thy Priestess and Servant. Hear with her ears, speak with her tongue, touch with her hands, kiss with her lips, that thy servants may be fulfilled."</strong><br><br>She sighed softly and closed her book with a smile, <strong>"May the moon smile upon us."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - [The Echo Chamber]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 02:50:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3a/31/65/3a31650ce5055304ab32db4525351cf8.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Randolph "Randy" Carter<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Echo Chamber<br><strong>Where In That Location:</strong> Three tables from the Espresso Bar, but four tables from the bloodstone circle sitting on the third beanbag chair.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A bright, black, relaxing chanter's robe, emblazoned with a City Council approved Sun Sign, elaborate bloodstone amulet, sandals.<br><strong>Tagging Who?</strong> Jez, open<br><br><hr><br>Yes, Randy did need to be special. The Chamber itself needed to be special, too, which is probably why it was mostly red colored tonight, but it also had these blue spots, which were probably best avoided. Maybe. No one had been brave enough to see just what would happen if one were to venture onto the blue wood. Probably, it would be nothing. Maybe.<br><br>The shadows flittered and fluttered to and fro, delivering espressos to those asking for them, and making sure that the beanbag chairs were behaving themselves. Occasionally, a little bit of peaceful sounding humming came from them, as if they were communicating with each other in their strange, ethereal, and definitely not angelic language. <br><br>The Echo Chamber was about half full. Some nights, especially around the holidays, it could get packed tight. But most nights were like tonight; about half-full. Or, half empty, if you wanted to be one of those people.<br><br>A quartet of citizens were talking with Randy. They were being quiet, for now, but soon the quartet was moving their way up to the bloodstone circle stage. It was true that one could chant from the relative safety and comfort of their chair, but some of the more artistically gifted and inclined members of the citizenry liked to get up on the stage, and be a bit more fancy. <br><br>As they began to chant a lovely little diddy about the sun, and how generous it is--how it spares us,<em> please, please, please</em> spare us--there was a shifting of wood, in the distance. Someone was pleading. Someone was being swallowed by the wall. Someone would go home; almost definitely. Maybe. There was a quiet slurping noise, and the smacking of lips afterwords.<br><br>The barista worked quietly, diligently. The barista was a good man, who liked his job, and did it well. He was thankful for this opportunity to surpass his peers, who were frequently facing reeducation as they maintained their illegal espresso machines. Yet, here he was, doing the job he was literally born to do, and in an entirely legal and City Council approved way.<br><br>Randy was by the bar. He was looking out over everyone, enjoying their drinks, and sharing their favorite chants. This place was nice; at least, to him. There was a special sort of tranquility that came with just being here, and it probably had nothing to do with secret ingredients in the espressos. Maybe.<br><br>Sipping one himself, he meandered his way through the crowd, and settled down ever so casually across from Jez. They knew each other, at least vaguely; she was on the radio. Everyone knew everyone that was on the radio. There was probably a law about that, he'd wager.&nbsp; "Howdy, Jez. How's life been treating you?" It was no secret that he disliked the moon, and loved the sun; the jealous, greedy, covetous sun, which demanded the affections of all. But, he was being civil,&nbsp; and polite; after all, the chant they said was approved by the City Council.&nbsp; He had no right to infringe upon their right to perform said chant. And the chair they were sitting on didn't disapprove, either, since the chair was being quiet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - [The Echo Chamber]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 23:07:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/Night%20Vale/40fe351c-2cd4-476b-9c87-c40669ef0045_zpsd4697af6.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Ellen Markovy<br><strong>Location:</strong> Echo Chamber<br><strong>Where In That Location:</strong> Anxiously pacing somewhere in the vicinity of the espresso bar, amongst other spots, with an acute expression of terror and caffeine-craving<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This shirt and skirt (https://40.media.tumblr.com/b7be7e3e46403074d3257a58f3d4d626/tumblr_neqcyvutv11siyt4oo1_1280.jpg), These earrings (https://40.media.tumblr.com/ac04df148d0802604e566fe8d90d5468/tumblr_mf71u9Dkgw1qgrjkqo1_500.jpg), Painted nails like this (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b1/b2/9f/b1b29f7d8beb4489eb26dee0603cc8cb.jpg), and These shoes (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/92/da/37/92da37f6aa9d5311d84120fccfd8747d.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging Who?</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Today had started so well, but it seemed like it was once again veering somewhere into the category of “weird,” which kept happening a lot in this town. It had started with Ellen needing to find a new place to get a caffeine fix. She was a sucker for all things related to coffee, and when her current landlord had suggested the Echo Chamber as the best place to get a Council-approved espresso (council approved? What?), Ellen had figured it would be a good place to try out.<br><br>She had not counted on the peculiar set of instructions for how to get there. Her landlord really hadn't told her much about the place, only that someone would surely help her settle in and get her an espresso for a lovely price. But her landlord had told her to go to the telephone booth, that one rather oddly close to her home, and pick up the receiver to ask for an espresso. Then she had been told to: “Wait to be shifted over, and ask for Randy. Or if something goes wrong, just scream. Screaming usually gets attention there; it's a chanting place after all, not a screaming place.”<br><br>Off she had gone...and she had used the telephone booth.<br><br>Now she was there in a place with a bloodstone circle, beanbag chairs (who had those anymore?), and...actually, she was rather impressed with the construction of the place, although the lack of windows made her feel keenly claustrophobic. She inched over to the espresso bar, unsure exactly what to do. She could hear some chanting going on; had her landlord mentioned chanting? Surely she had. She peered off and noticed...was that the radio host of the Hairy Ballerina? She noticed a fellow by the bar, and noticed him address Jez. <br><br>Feeling bolder, she got closer to the espresso bar. Had that wall just swallowed someone?<br><br>Immediately she backed away from the bar in the hopes that staying very far away from the walls would help. She bumped into a beanbag chair, which crooned: <em>Hello, miss, can I help you?</em> “Are you a beanbag chair?” Ellen asked suspiciously.<br><br><em>You say that like it's a bad thing. Why not try to sit down on me and see what you think?</em><br><br>Ellen inched over to peer at the chair. She was fiarly sure she should not put her ass on things that talked. On the other hand, it did look comfy....surely a beanbag chair was not dangerous....
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - [The Echo Chamber]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 20:48:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://coolmaterial.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Marie-Bean-Bag-Chair-0.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Three of Many the "Beanbag"<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Echo Chamber<br><strong>Where In That Location:</strong> Where it needs to&nbsp; be.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A lie. A dirty, filthy lie.<br><strong>Tagging Who?</strong> Ellen! Ellllen! <br><br><hr><br>"Do you like it soft? Do you like it hard? I can be whatever you want, Ellen,"[/glow] The beanbag chair seemed to think at her, shifting ever so slightly, rea rranging itself into eye-pleasing shapes that would surely be butt and back pleasing as well. So comfy looking. So very, very comfy looking. But how did it know her name? Why was its voice so... smooth, lulling? It's like someone or something was giving her brain a massage. <br><br>"Just sit on me. I promise not to eat you," The beanbag chair's tongue lolled out of its mouth, dripping drool on the orange-red wood beneath it; wood that began to change its coloration towards a putrid, sickly, vomit-esque green-yellow. It had been far too long since it had the chance to feast on such tender vittles. <br><br>It seemed so tempting. The beanbag chair was her friend,<em> after all</em>. It would never do anything to hurt her, <em>after all</em>. It just wanted to make her happy,<em> after all</em>. <em>What could possibly go wrong?</em><br><br>One of the curvy shadow-figures slides through the air around Ellen, the very faintest of tinkling sounds--like tiny, tiny jingle bells--following in the trail of the mass of inky blackness, which bore a distinctly feminine shape. "Come, come, this way miss. Have a seat. What would you like to drink?" Came a different voice, one alluring, with a distinctly indistinct accent that was light, and accompanied by the tinkling sound. <br><br>Ellen was being ushered to a different beanbag. One that did not 'talk'. One that was probably safe, but almost certainly not as comfy as the talking one. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - [The Echo Chamber]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>03-12-2014, 03:09:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/Night%20Vale/40fe351c-2cd4-476b-9c87-c40669ef0045_zpsd4697af6.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Ellen Markovy<br><strong>Location:</strong> Echo Chamber<br><strong>Where In That Location:</strong> Listening to an oddly seductive beanbag chair and doubting reality<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This shirt and skirt (https://40.media.tumblr.com/b7be7e3e46403074d3257a58f3d4d626/tumblr_neqcyvutv11siyt4oo1_1280.jpg), These earrings (https://40.media.tumblr.com/ac04df148d0802604e566fe8d90d5468/tumblr_mf71u9Dkgw1qgrjkqo1_500.jpg), Painted nails like this (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b1/b2/9f/b1b29f7d8beb4489eb26dee0603cc8cb.jpg), and These shoes (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/92/da/37/92da37f6aa9d5311d84120fccfd8747d.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging Who?</strong> The beanbag chair, female shadowy figure<br><br>Ellen coughed, embarrassed, and she shifted from foot to foot. On the one hand....that voice was what happened if velvet could have a distinct speaking voice. In fact, she was not sure that the beanbag chair did not have velvet on it. Her legs practically quivered with the urge to just go sit down. Something like common sense was shrieking at her. She muttered, “You can't possibly really be talking. And I can't be hallucinating; I haven't taken any drugs. That I know of.”<br><br>She had taken several steps to the beanbag chair to go sit in it, but someone intervened and steered her towards an obviously inferior beanbag chair. This one was not seductive. It did not promise to be the best experience for her butt and her back. It was certainly not going to croon to her, Sinatra-style. <br><br>Ellen asked the woman, “Um, I would like an espresso, please. I was told I could get very nice ones here. Council-approved ones?”<br><br>She turned to look at the now very colorful beanbag chair, and she asked, alarmed, “Is that beanbag chair drooling? And did it really <em>talk</em> to me? And....did it try to seduce me? It kind of felt like it did. I can't believe I'm asking this; this is <em>insane</em>.” She followed the female figure hesitantly, hoping against hope that there would be espresso.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - [The Echo Chamber]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-12-2014, 05:20:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.clipartbest.com/cliparts/di6/Gd5/di6Gd59i9.svg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Shadole<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Echo Chamber<br><strong>Where In That Location:</strong> Flittering about<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Possibly nothing. Possibly something. That all depends on how you define 'wear'.<br><strong>Tagging Who?</strong> Ellen.<br><br><hr><br>The shadow woman continued to usher Ellen away. Perhaps the shadow knew; or perhaps she was just doing her thing. It was a little difficult to tell right now.&nbsp; But, Ellen can definitely be sure of one thing. She is interacting with something that can best be described as a tangible silhouette. Which, hey, that might just mean she was drugged or something along the way. Or, you know, that Night Vale is a lot weirder than many outsiders can imagine.<br><br>"Yes ma'am. All our espressos meet the rigorous safety standards put in place by The City Council.&nbsp; Our barista is certified, and everything, too," She adds in, cheerfully.&nbsp; When the shadow heard Ellen talk about the beanbag chairs, the shadow seems to vibrate and lose some of its coherency; this lasted for only a moment. Only the blink of an eye. Then, it regained itself. "Don't listen to the beanbags. <strong>Ever.</strong> Don't worry, we'll take care of it for you,"<br><br>"Just relax, ma'am. I'll bring your espresso in just a moment," There was a tiny tickling sensation in the back of Ellen's mind. Then, the shadowy figure departed to relay an order to the barista, who would proceed to make an espresso that Ellen could easily give a 9/10 review to. Sneaky sneaky sneaky, poking at her brain and figuring out exactly how she wanted it without even needing to ask. That was just the sort of superb service one could expect of this fine locale.<br><br>While the espresso order is being relayed, and it is being made, two other shadows show up. One is carrying a vial of something. One picks up the 'defective' beanbag chair, revealing that there is, in fact, a mouth on the bottom of it. The other one pours the contents of the vial into the mouth of the beanbag chair. Then, they set it back down. It would stay quiet for quite some time now; and the wood of the floor resumed its usual black coloration, now that the wood was not concerned with being slobbered on.<br><br>Mere moments later, a silhouette--probably the same one that took her order--comes over to Ellen, carrying a saucer with a cup of espresso on it. It's a very nice porcelain cup, with intricate and complex murals of bloodstone rituals in a lovely red coloration on it, undoubtedly crafted by some local artisan.<br><br>Ellen may note, that while she could not hear the tinkling of the silhouettes that dealt with the beanbag chair, she could hear the tinkling sound of the one bringing her the espresso. Also, if Ellen desired a biscotti, scone, or other such tasty pastry, there would be one with her espresso, even though she had not asked it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - [The Echo Chamber]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>03-12-2014, 06:28:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/Night%20Vale/40fe351c-2cd4-476b-9c87-c40669ef0045_zpsd4697af6.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Ellen Markovy<br><strong>Location:</strong> Echo Chamber<br><strong>Where In That Location:</strong> dear god, perfect espresso, sitting in the non-hungry beanbag chair for a bit<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This shirt and skirt (https://40.media.tumblr.com/b7be7e3e46403074d3257a58f3d4d626/tumblr_neqcyvutv11siyt4oo1_1280.jpg), These earrings (https://40.media.tumblr.com/ac04df148d0802604e566fe8d90d5468/tumblr_mf71u9Dkgw1qgrjkqo1_500.jpg), Painted nails like this (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b1/b2/9f/b1b29f7d8beb4489eb26dee0603cc8cb.jpg), and These shoes (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/92/da/37/92da37f6aa9d5311d84120fccfd8747d.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging Who?</strong> Shadole<br><br>Ellen gently took a seat in one of the beangbag chair that had been indicated as being safe, feeling a bit rattled as she did so. The espresso given to her was...well, it was as close to perfect as her idea of an espresso could be. This was a good thing, because Ellen <em>also</em> saw the beanbag chair that had talked to eloquently being...erm...subdued. And it..what the hell was that on the bottom of it? Where those teeth? Was that a...?<br><br>She choked on her espresso and immediately stood up from the beanbag chair she had been sitting in. “That one had a <em>mouth</em>! An actual honest-to-whatever-gods-are-out-there mouth! Was that thing going to <em>eat</em> me?” Her hands quivered...until she noticed that there was a rather perfect looking piece of biscotti next to the immaculate and intricate espresso cup.<br><br>She blinked. “Wait, is this...” She bit into the biscotti, which was a chocolate almond biscotti, and she made a pleased little noise. She hadn't had anything this good in a while. It <em>almost</em> made up for the fact she had discovered that a beanbag chair probably thought she was the flesh equivalent of biscotti. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and said to Shadole, “Erm, look, I'm getting the feeling I've not been told a lot about this place. I'm rather new to town, you see, just moved here, and...this is my first visit to the Echo Chamber. Is there any chance of me being given a rundown of how this place works?” She was tempted to ask why they seemed to know her preferred espresso and biscotti when she'd never been here, but she did not want to press her luck. She felt like she might have been rather lucky already.<br><br>She coughed politely and added, “And why the beanbag chair has a toothy maw? Pretty sure we never had anything like that in Utah. I was a journalist then; I'm sure I would have found out if we'd had them.” Ellen was genuinely starting to think she was losing her marbles. She was having an actual conversation about carnivorous beanbag chairs. It was good none of her relatives or friends from Utah could hear her now; they probably would have committed her instantly.<br><br>Possibly while laughing at her.
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