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  1. So... will you be posting in Room For Rent?

  2. June 21st, Saturday 8:58 PM Central-East Manehattan The Brew With drinks and services around The Brew running a bit slower, and the festivities kicking up a notch in just a few moments, the Brewmaster sets off from his station to head to the center stage. The MC keeps a calm pace with his trademark mug in hoof as the jazzy music slowly fades in volume to bring attention over to center stage. While nothing really changes, it seems like the stage is a bit brighter, trying to draw everypony's eyes for the upcoming performances. Java Blend positions himself in the center and knocks his rear hoof onto the paneled hardwood stage floor just to direct more attention to those who may not have gotten the cue before. "Good evening, mares and gentlecolts!" he starts off in a clear, open voice. "It's good to see all of you in this wonderful night. Welcome to the 5th Anniversary of The Brew's opening! Now, while I do see a good number of regular ol' folks here tonight, there's a few of you who found out about this place, one way or another. As such, I should introduce myself to you all. My name's Java Blend: Owner and Brewmaster here at The Brew, and for tonight, I shall be your MC for tonight." He pauses to take a drink from his blend. "Now, this establishment has gone through some tough times, thick and thin, but through it all, this place is a meaningful place. It holds much meaning for everypony here, not just for myself and my staff." He starts strutting left and right on the spacious stage, trying to give more emphasis on the message being said. "It's a place to hang out with friends after a long day. A place to enjoy the ambiance. A locale to escape the worries that one has outside that door. A settlement to listen to a good song for a while or to be engrossed in a performance here on stage... or both! A site for memories to grow and friendships to be born. Or...!" He tilts his head forward with a raised eyebrow with a questioning look on his face. It quickly turns back into a grin. "...or maybe it's just a place for a good cup of coffee." he says as he raises his own mug. "With that, I hope you all create some great memories tonight, and I certainly hope I was helpful in brewing some of those memories for you tonight. We've got a wonderful set of performers here tonight for you all! Many newcomers and returning ponies from around New Mane City and beyond are here to put your hooves-a-tappin' and your heart's-a-blazing for what they all have in store for you." He lays an expectant eye on Scribblegroove as he finishes his statement. "First up tonight is a young soul all the way from Canterlot. He's a big hit over there with his unique brand of jazz, and I've heard how he sounds. Amazing kid and an amazing talent in his soul. Everypony's got one drive brewing in their soul and this guy has it steaming for all to see. Without further ado, mares and gentlecolts, here is Scribblegroove! Give it up for Scribblegroove, everypony!" He taps a hoof onto the hardwood, starting off a clap for everypony to follow up with as he expectantly awaits Scribblegroove to motion on up to his awaiting stage performance. When Scribble approaches him, Java would simply pat him on the shoulder and let him know in a whisper to break a leg before setting off the stage to listen to the incoming symphonic sounds.
  3. @@Scribblegroove, @@Kay Dreamer, @@Rainbow Eclipse, "Dear Celestia, it's beautiful." "Glad you like it." Java responded, "A lot of people order it during the holidays, but I make it a thing to not make brews selective to certain seasons. Everyone's got their groove in one cup or another, and they shouldn't have to wait several months to taste it again." Java took some notes that a server slid to him at that moment and nodded at the next few orders, starting up the brewing process once more. "I suppose I can skip one rehearsal, but Zephner won't be too happy about that." "If you'd like," he started, "I could try and talk to ol' Zeph about cutting you some slack. You've been cooped up in Canterlot, and you ought to see what New Mane City's got to offer. Not sure if talking to him might work, but I think anything's worth a shot." His hooves went all over grabbing bag after bag of coffee imported from lands all over Equestria. Java was so engrossed around coffee that it was pretty much his perfume, cologne, and body wash, not that he had any issue with the smell. "Oh, by the heavens. This is... this is... It tastes just how I remember..." "Glad you remember what it's like. Don't be afraid to stop by to relive the taste on your stay here," Java replied as he looked onto the grinders preparing the succulent, strong beans. "I can always make more once I get there but if it's as costly as you say, Java, I should probably spend tomorrow performing as much as I can. I don't suppose you know any good places for wandering musicians to play and sing? I was going to try that beautiful big park where I've set my caravan, but if there are other spots I should visit, I'd like to try those too." Java listened in with Kay's money issue as he started preparing mugs, cups and brewers for the upcoming orders. Light 'tings' echoed from the ceramic dish wear onto the dark wood counter aside the metallic brewers. "Central Park's a good place for performances. It's got a lot of space and a lot of ponies travel through there frequently. There's also some venues around Manehattan and The Bronc, but they might be hard to get in to to perform, depending on your luck. You may certainly perform here if you'd like. I can even check with some of my contacts to see if they can put a slot in for you at their places." "On the subject of my performance, how long before I am going to start?" "Hmmm..." Java turned over to a small clock under the counter to see it was roughly 30 minutes into the hour. "Probably got another 90 minutes or so 'till you get on stage. I'll be the MC for tonight's performances, so everyone performing will know when to get on and everyone will have a good, roaring time." He offered a wide smile and a nod over to Scribble. "Why don't you folks grab a seat somewhere and catch up on all that you guys have missed? I'm sure you'd like to trade stories and whatnot." @, While he turned back to his duties, a voice called out to him from the ambiance that resonated from around the club. "Hey, Java! I'm just going to step out back for five while its quiet, that okay? It's hot in here!" Java looked around the club seeing everyone settled in with their drinks and enjoying the scenery and music. Five minutes wasn't so bad. "That's fine, Scarlet! Just make sure you get back," he said in a calm, firm voice. He never sounded angry or aggressive to his employees, nor did he ever speak in such a way. He nodded toward Scarlet, granting her permission to get some air. Java set his eyes once more onto his equipment.
  4. @@Kay Dreamer, @, "Oh, that smells perfect, and you should absolutely join us in the afternoon! Fairgrounds were always more fun at eventide, even in my time. Perhaps they will have a display of those beautiful starry explosions in the sky? I've only ever seen one, and it was a sight to behold." "I'm pretty sure there'll be some fireworks. They shoot them off fairly often each night. Though, do be careful when you're over there. Place is filled with traps to take your money, whether it's on food, souvenirs, knickknacks, tickets, and all the sorts of stuff them fairgrounds and amusement parks sell over there. If you're not careful enough, you'll end up losing your wallet and even the clothes off your back..." Java Blend paused a bit and then continued, aiming to clarify himself. "Don't take that last bit literally, of course." The grinding came to a halt with the silence from the machines. The smell of the ground coffee rises into the air with each scoop from the grinder to the brewer. They pressure and heat from the flame below, mixing the two substances together over time to create the darker water. Java keeps attention to the brewers, letting the group of friends talk amongst themselves, while glancing an eye every so often to the club around him to get a gist of things within the first half-hour of the club's fifth anniversary. "Servers seem to be doing nicely..... guests are having fun... nothing out of the ordinary..." he thought to himself. The brewers finally steamed their finality to the brewmaster. Java nodded and started work on the two mares' cups of coffee. One was simple enough. Pour and serve. "Care for some sugar, Sugar? But other than that, here's your Arabian Oasis" he stated to Kay. As for the other cup, Java took a regular sized marshmallow, cut it in half, and placed the marshmallow in the mug, pushing the center, stickier portion onto the bottom of the mug with a small red straw. He poured chocolate syrup onto the bottom of the mug, creating a very small moat for this 'marshmallow castle'. He then took care in pouring the rich, smooth brew into the deep mug. A dollop of whipped cream encapsulated the top with rainbow sprinkles to add pizzazz and mini marshmallows for the hot chocolate look and taste. "The Parasprite Winter Igloo warming up the kid in you. Don't be surprised if you taste hot cocoa the more you get into the coffee." __________________ @, An elder pony was sitting over on one of the comfortable couches overlooking the stage from a distance. His ears and head moved with the smooth sounds playing in the airwaves around everypony in The Brew. His eyes were shut as he took in the warm ambience and the good feeling he got from listening to tunes of old and familiar. This gentlepony was retired, but it didn't drive the jazz out of him. His name was Key Note, pianist and one of the last 2 members remaining of the Jive Five. Key was a short trot away and in visible sight to the reporter Time Scribe. He wasn't doing much, aside from embracing the jazz and saving his energy due to his old stature.
  5. @@Scribblegroove, @@Kay Dreamer, @, "Stallion Island? I believe I've heard of it... From what I'd read, isn't there another island nearby with a new fairground named after Princess Luna? Um, oh, what was it called... Poney Island! That was it! You should absolutely come too, if you have time! I guess owning a place like this must keep you fairly busy. I'd love to try some, Java. Do you have anything from that region of the world?" "Aside from maintaining stock and running the place, it can be fairly busy, yes," Java nodded at Kay. "However, I can consider joining you folks out on a day of fun. Just know that if I come along, I'd probably be joining you in the afternoon. Gotta keep my sleep cycle in check, since this place opens at 8 and closes at 4 in the morning. And as for your coffee..." He turned around to observe his stock laid out in front of him and everypony. Java pulled out 3 bagged variants of Saddle Arabian coffee and set them on the bar top. While he eyed them to decide which one would be more akin to the classic that Kay had tasted, Kay could observe each bag and sniff the varieties, if she so chose to. After picking up the 'oldest', Java laid a number of the Saddle Arabian beans into the grinder for preparation. "I'll keep it as classic to keep the nostalgia." "Ooh, that sounds great, thanks! I hope I'm not going overboard here, but I'd like my coffee with... hm, let's say... whipped cream? And some marshmallows, perhaps?" "Sweet stuff, eh? I can do that." Java replaced the Saddle Arabian bags back and pulled out another that immediately came to mind. "This assortment's good around Christmas time, works as an alternative or replacement for hot chocolate, though it doesn't scream hot chocolate either." The beans worked their way into another grinder while Java looked under the bar top for the necessary sweeteners and assorted condiments as he listened to Anala's story. He chuckled when she reached the punchline. "I guess that Riley fellow was a bit bittersweet about the whole thing?" The song playing ended and a bit of static filled the air as someone in the back changed the record to a new disc. A saxophone immediately claimed attention as it made its abrupt entrance into the airwaves and starting a smoother song for the audience to enjoy. (Music: Greg Chambers ft. Paul Brown - In The Pocket) "That looks amazing Java. It's amazing to see you make all this. Brewing coffee can be a true passion I suppose. Never thought of that."..."Wow Java, this is... This is really good. I've never tasted anything like it! I'm definitely going to recommend you to everypony. Who wouldn't want a taste of this!" Java Blend brought himself above the bar top to look at Scribble's elated face. "Anything can be a passion if it drives your soul or puts a step in your hoof. Ain't nothing that nopony can't do if they love it. And I'm glad you enjoy it. I had a feeling you'd enjoy it. It's a special brew for performers, musicians, and so on. I've tinkered with it for a while, and I've gotten more positive reviews of it as I've gotten closer and closer to perfecting it. My dad thought it was a hoot, and a good number of other ponies love it as well. Don't be surprised if you don't feel tired or sore after playing a full set on stage." Java's head bobbed to the sound of the saxophone playing in the background. The ears peeled back in a relaxed fashion and he trotted in a loose fashion as he readied a few more orders that had come in.
  6. @@Scribblegroove, Java chuckled as Scribblegroove explained himself with an attentive ear. He eyed his hoof movements around the hot pots and the mugs and cups that awaited their cargo. Steam lifted into the air from the falling coffee, filling the station with stronger scents of blends and beans than had already been established. One mug was of a light brown color, while another was pitch black, and several more were of shades in between. He grabbed a pitcher of thick cream as the light green mare spoke. @@Kay Dreamer, "Oh, that was good. I don't think I've ever heard that one before!" He gave a light smile as he continued to work while Scribble conversed with his friends. He poured the thick cream over the coffee in a slow and methodical way, creating waves of white within the mug. With a small straw, he pulled it through the waves to create a leafy sort-of look and left the straw within it. "Caesar's Delight, looking for shade," he called out, aiming for one of the servers to pick up the ready cup. Another black brew was among the set of coffee, and he simply set it right next to the first mug, adding no other sort of condiment or flavoring. "Bitter Reunion, waiting for his ex," Java exclaimed out. A third was of a light brown color, ready to experience some mixture of another kind. A small container was revealed, allowing ground cinnamon to fall into the bubbling brew. Another small straw was dropped into the mix as he used it to stir while he poured a good portion of sugar, blending the sweet and spicy within the strong coffee. "Devil's Advocate, seeking the other side," Java hailed as he moved the mug up to the counter. "I'm Kay Dreamer and this is Anala. Pleased to meet you! I would tell you how we both came to meet Scribblegroove, but it's the sort of story you need a good few bottles of wine for." He looked up, showing courtesy to the newer arrivals here at The Brew. "Pleasure's all mine. The name's Java Blend, owner and top brewer around these parts and son of the famous sax player and member of the Jive Five, Smooth Blend, but I don't like to brag," he modestly responded, "and I'd be happy to listen to a good tale one of these days." @, "But what makes you guys come to the big city? I never thought I'd find you here! We should consider meeting up more often, there's so much to see here." "Oh, oh! I'd love to visit a fairground! May we? Pleeeeeease? It'd be a great place to play some music, and I'd love to try riding in those enormous cart-things with the hilly railroad tracks and the big swirling teacups, and eat candied cotton... It all sounds marvelous." "Yeah! We should totally do that! Perhaps I can teach you guys to shoot! Being an Earth Pony, I had to practice a fair bit before I could stay upright on two legs. It's called 'cotton candy', by the way. Yo, barkeep! A pint of ale over here?" As they spoke to each other, Java turned again to look at the remaining cups, sprinkling some sugar here, cream there, salt here, another flavoring there, and called out their names aloud when they were prepped and ready to be served. He kept an ear up while looking at Scribble's pot, which tooted with steam that escaped from the lips. "Well," Java stated as he poured the mixed brew into the mug, "Stallion Island is your best bet if you'd want to find a good park to have fun at. Just take a south-bound train over to Stallion Island." He stopped when Anala requested for a pint. "Well... we don't really offer any sort of ale here. Coffee, food, and other drinks sure, but not ale, wine, or other alcoholic beverages. Typically, we get the drunks coming in here asking for a cup of coffee to somewhat pull them out of their buzz. I guess you could say we're not on bar with other places." Java offered another light chuckle to his silly and horrible pun. "However, since you two are friends of Scribbs over here, I can offer a cup on the house for you two mares. And if so, any preferences of flavor?" Turning back down to the mug filled with Scribble's coffee, Java pulled out another pitcher with regular cream, pouring a very small portion into the mix. A pinch of sugar was added as he mixed the brew together. He put away both pitchers of think and regular cream and pulled out a 3rd pitcher from below containing warm sweet tea. Java layered a very small dab of the drink into the coffee and blended it all together with a small straw. The brew was black, then creamy brown, and now a lighter brown, now that everything had mixed together. "Passion of the Player, awaiting it's next tune," and with that, Java settled the drink in front of Scribblegroove, letting the new smell pierce his nostrils, anticipating his mouth to engulf the mixture of strong and sweet in bliss. The brewmaster had always been questioned of his ingredients time and time again, but questions were typically answered from 'mmm's' and 'wows' from the interrogators, unless the blend wasn't to their tongue's preference.
  7. @@Scribblegroove, A smirk forms on Java's muzzle after hearing those words. "Then I'll come up with something that's smooth, sweet, and salivating to the soft tongue behind those lips. I got a brew to keep your throat warm and your body energized; something that'll make you jump in delight." He turned around to eye the wall of assorted coffee beans, deciding to pick out not one, but 3 bags at once. With a bit of a scoop, he took out a lesser amount from each bag and actually put all three varieties into the blender. A crunching, whirring sound escapes the blender while Java's back hoof taps to the beat of the tune, something so familiar, so second-nature to him. @@Kay Dreamer, @, A pale green pony came running toward the coffee bar, right next to Scribblegroove. A bit of a shine on her coat and mane led Java to believe that she was a Crystal Pony. "Scribbs, I never knew you had a gem of a friend, such as her." He gave a light 'hmph' as a sort of laugh for his silly pun and turned toward the new pony. "And friends meeting up is something that regularly happens here in Manehattan. While the city is big, you're never too far from a close heart. You just need to be on the right street is all..." Another white coated pony came rushing in with bow and arrows strapped onto her back. Java heard some light thud hitting the wood, though his facial appearance never changed toward her, nor did his tone alter. After listening to Jazz and Smooth Jazz for a while, he acquired a tune for the small things in compositions, something as soft as a light bell, to something possibly deliberate as a cowbell or breathed flute sound, and the arrow (unbeknownst to Java) was no exception to his keen hearing. "And another Scribbs? You sure you're not more popular than you think you are?" He stopped the blender, opening the casing to reveal different shades of brown and black mixed in its powdery form. Scooping up the contents, he laid it out in another brewer, filling it up with water, and turned up the heat to pressure a steamy black brew. He kept an ear onto the 3 in front of him while he attended to some of the other coffee pots and brewers that were completed in their heated concoctions, ready to make them more complex, appealing, and delightful.
  8. Java had already acquainted himself into his station, already getting orders and combos left and right. His hooves pulled out bags of beans, ready to be blended in the machines laid out for him. He never got as many orders as a typical night, but it was fun every time. The strong smell escapes the bag as a hoof dives in to scoop some beans. They dive down into the grinder, where a whirring speeds up. Solids become powder as the blades slice-and-dice the beans into a better ingredient to be used. Java gets the brewers ready with water and flavorings over on the side. There is a bit of a step as he moves about, tapping a hoof on a particular beat or trumpet that pierces his ear drums. Java's head bobs up and down with the sound of his father's band playing in the background, setting a moment in motion for this piece of history for The Brew. His ear also catches one voice that calls to him, one that tips his ears up and away from the preparing coffee. @@Scribblegroove, He turns his head away from the brewers and notices Scribblegroove calling out to him. “Oh, thanks a bunch, Scribbs. You don’t mind me calling you that, do ya? And yeah, I’d love to see this place go on for as long as it can. Heck, maybe even longer than me.” Java’s tone sounds very laidback and friendly, just as he always it toward others. He gives a single chuckle to himself. “And naw, it’s fine coming early. Besides, there’s a lot of fun to be had tonight, especially for a Jazz player like yourself.” He turned a quick eye back to his station, making sure nothing burned or spilled over while replying to Scribblegroove. He replaced one bag of beans for another, starting up another process for another order all over. While he did his thing, Scribble asked him about The Brew’s set up. He responded as he kept his eyes and hooves preoccupied with his procedure. “Well, when I first got this place, it wasn’t exactly a done-deal. The place was empty, but needed renovations to accommodate what was needed. A wall being opened up here, a wall being put up there, and the place would be as fit as a fiddle. Mind you, my ol’ pop gave me some… architectural advice for set-up.” He looked up giving a small chuckle and smile right at Scribble. “Since he was typically traveling, dad noticed what was good and bad about certain venues. Things like ‘walls reflecting the sound’ or ‘ambient lighting setting the mood.’ Took a lot of it to heart, and to be honest, it made sense as a pony who listens to Jazz and Smooth Jazz a lot.” He pointed up above him on a nearby wall, noting an end of a gramophone sticking out of it, but not the portion containing the record. “That’s one of the speakers for this gramophone system someone installed for us. My pop knew a guy in the audio business and pulled some strings to get this system in here. I don’t know how exactly it works, but we’ve got the gramophone out in the back playing our records, but the audio goes through the walls out to every gramophone end in the place. It was another thing my pop knew would be a good thing for the place. Ambient music when there’s no one on stage.” He looks back up toward Scribblegroove after sorting out another pot to burn. “Mind you, the speakers aren’t needed for live performances. Acoustics are good enough on stage to project the sound out to the audience. I’m sure everypony’ll hear you loud, clear, and with a tappin’ tune in their hearts and hooves. Oh, by the way, you want a cup of joe? It’s on the house.” He lifts a clean cup from under the counter to try and goad him on.
  9. June 21st, Saturday 7:00 PM Central-East Manehattan The Brew Room for Rent OOC Typically, The Brew opens at 8PM, but today was a special day. It was a day that many had been anxious for a while. A day that an extra hour would fit everything else needed; an extra hour in which more words could be exchanged; an extra hour to claim photographs and memories. Those lined up outside and on top of the staircase were regulars, famous musicians, poets, comedians, and a blend in-between. Normally, there wouldn’t be a line this big on a typical night for The Brew, but Java Blend knew this was to be expected; he knew he’d have a full house right from the get-go. A smirk was lifted from his muzzle as he rose a smooth cup of joe to his lips from the inside of his club. It was his typical blend to start off the night; one that flowed past his sensing tongue and down his throat, where he felt the warmth embrace his belly immediately. “Hope you’re proud, dad… Couldn’t have done this without you…,” Java mumbled to himself. He takes a look at his prized establishment with a bubbling heart of glee. Tables and chairs are set up all around to accommodate denizens. They are filed out in varying locations and positions, such that one could get a good view of a live performance, if one preferred to be in a more private area in a darker portion of the club, or maybe something in between. The lit stage with the red hanging curtains would be able to fit a quintet of performers, their instruments, and a bit more. And of course, his own work station, “The Stew.” He made a quick inspection of the immense library of coffee beans stored on its shelves, the grinders prepped for blending the beans, the coffee pots and brewers ready to steam the next smooth cup, and the flavorings to add sweetness, bitterness, creaminess, cinnamoniness, or whatever else intrigues the next pony’s tongue. With a more firm sound in his voice, he called to his servers, cooks, and other employees. “Mares and Gentlecolts, what a night to be here in The Brew, am I right? I know you’ll be working a bit harder than other nights because of what will be happening. I assure you, just take this as another night and you’ll do fine. However…” he made a soft pause as he took another sip from his trademark white mug. “…enjoy the night for what it has to offer.” He smiled to every single pony in his sight. “Some of you have been here for a short while, some since this place’s inception. In any case, have fun. There’s a lot to experience, and I assure you. This will be an unforgettable night.” He drank the last of his special brew with a smooth gulp and raised the empty mug up to toast his employees and The Brew. Everyone else cheered and raised their hooves. As tradition for Java, he tilted his mug upside down, letting a drop or two escape the brim and trickle to the floor, something he did as a reminder for his father’s memory to this place. With a quick shuffle, he replaced his special mug behind the brewing counter and opened the door to this underground club with a click from the lock. He climbed the stone staircase to reach the sidewalk level to greet everypony that cheered for this event. The small gate blocking entry down the staircase was now breached by Java Blend. “Welcome to the 5th Anniversary of The Brew, everypony.” With that, he extended entry into the prestigious club, spearheading everyone inside to the bean-smelling atmosphere. A jazzy tune immediately plays from the modified gramophone that may be familiar to some of the regulars; a famous tune by Java Blend’s father along with the band he was in, The Jive Five. (Music: Dave Brubeck - Blue Rondo a la Turk)
  10. Wolfe

    Java Blend

    Java Blend
  11. What I like about romance is the fact that two people find each other so appealing and so enjoyable with each other that they're willing to spend the rest of their lives together. It's something that I strive to accomplish in my lifetime. I'd love to get married one day and I think I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic. I would love to see myself be with someone whom I liked and eventually loved. Someone who would stand by me, as I would with her. Someone who I could joke around with, play around with, be serious with, and all in between because my girlfriend/fiancee/wife would be my best friend in a sense. I like to see things pulling through for romances. Where struggle is apparent, but both sides push through for each other, whatever the situation and/or circumstances may be. Marriage, in the long run, isn't about both of your special day or marking the beginning of the rest of your lives together, but it's about your significant other. It's about how this day is special for him/her, moreso for the wife (in a heterosexual relationship), but still important for your spouse regardless if you may value that wedding day more than you think you do than your spouse. What makes my blood boil and heart pound is when I find someone attractive in personality, interests, and appearance. An amazing trifecta that makes me smile, that makes me curious, and equally makes me nervous. There's only been one person I've asked, but she is currently busy with life stuff, so I'm fine with her decision to not get into a relationship at the moment. Still, a romance is something I'd like to pursue. I'm still looking for someone to embrace. But yeah. That's my take on romance. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- TL;DR: I'd want to get married one day with someone who would stay with me as I would with her. I love it when two people stay together through thick and thin and be the bestest of friends. My heat pounts when someone is attractive in personality, interests, and appearance and I am still looking to be in a relationship.
  12. Wargle Bargle Hargle!

    1. Torrent505

      Torrent505

      And this is the best status update I have read on the site so far

    2. AfTeRwArDs
  13. Might as well put mine in! I'm interested in what will come of it! http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/brave-heart-r46
  14. Welp, back here, but still busy. RA Training takes up a loooot of my time and I will probably be busy thereon after. Oh well. I hope to RP here again on some good stories!

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