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Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!
All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.
In an effort to raise happiness and encourage better guest relationships, attendance is required. The house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord. Please note that black tie attire is mandatory. As always, we hope you enjoy your stay! 】
PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
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[ One arm slides protectively about Mona's shoulders as if to console her from this terrible affront she's suffered. He sets off, breezing past the gatekeepers with a wink and a gentle, placating shh. ]
Of course, of course. I know we've wasted so much time here, but we still have plenty of the night left to enjoy...
[ Into the oasis they go, a lush and decadent lobby spanning out before them — its colors run richer, its tones quieter. There are many options when considering where to go, from private suites to relaxing saunas after the long hours of the soiree proper, and Kizuna simply leads them into the heart of it, thinking they can decide when it suits them to. As they pass a refreshments spread, he plucks a bottle of champagne from it with a deft hand. ]
...starting with this, perhaps?
[ He exhales and it's warm, threaded with amusement. Leaning down beneath the brim of her hat, he kisses her cheek. ]
[a flex of muscle, hardened bicep- is this bastard gonna stop him from trying to touch?! instinct clashes with ability and his hand gets to stay. he can thank aki propping himself up with one arm for giving him not only an amazing view of the other man leaning over him, but keeping his arm busy outside that damn vibrator. hot success rushes through his veins, prompts a breathless grunt of amusement from his chest, as he turns his hand, drags his fingers over the head of aki's arousal with his tips slipping behind his glans' rim. he likes it, telltale shoulders bunching upward and chest tightening around a half-caught breath. he wonders if the man's ever felt this before; he hadn't before coming into this stupid sex-drenched gold cage. being someone else's first time would be strange. part of him remains conflicted about tumbling into bed with some guy knows shit about; the other part of him's determined to make sure aki remembers him above every other person going forward. to make his first impression the best impression. and he intends to wrench more of those hot sounds out of the hunter's throat.]
Having... trouble focusing? [he can't help taunting him despite being in a precarious position. aki's winded voice sounds amazing, but it's his breath suddenly hitching in his mouth. dammit, he'd just be getting used to in and out; who the fuck said aki could stop?! muscles bulge beneath his skin as he jams an elbow onto the bed and pushes up, curling his body at the stomach with every intention of seeing what the hell the guy's delaying on-
*click*
--!?] Agh-
[silk hisses, fucking burns his elbow from slipping so fast out under him. what the hell-!? knowing a vibrator vibrates means fuck all when it's actually doing that inside! his eyes widen, mouth falls open, fingers desperately grabbing at the bedding beneath him. not even a high level shudder and his entire body's going crazy. nerve pop and yell, pointing out how weird and good it feels at once. he can- fuck... he can handle this! just... just has to- until the guy flicks up the intensity. he throws his head back with a yelp, sweat beading on his forehead and collar. instincts press his leg hard on aki's thigh, foot grinding at his calf, as if he's trying to yank backwards and drag himself right off the fucking thing!
precum strands stretch between his fingers and aki's cock as he jerks his hand to the hunter's thigh. tight, hard, grabbing at him for some kind of support and brace to keep him right fucking there. feels like his stomach's twisting on itself, his hips can't decide if his ass is on fire or freezing, he wants to cum instantly and isn't sure he's able to either. strange pleasure strums the cords in his thighs and ripples visibly across his abs as his dick jerks above his groin. another sensation adds itself to the mix, two pinpoints compared to something bigger and deeper. goddamn- aki's probably smirking like a bastard up there. a low growl, or a groan, lurches from his mouth as he thrashes his head to the side and angrily seizes the pillow cover between his teeth. seething, husking, saliva collecting on his tongue. jaws tighten, biting down to give himself some control before he finally gets strength enough to crack open one wet-glazed eye and aim it towards his partner.]
...ph... phuck kyuu- [literal pillow talk. he managed to form two words, but damn did it take a while. hips struggle with a direction, twitching upward before dropping into the sheets, legs tightening around aki's thighs for another attempt at distracting himself. god... was... was it supposed to feel this stupidly good? it was WEIRD up until now!]
so sorry this is so late! happy to move this to inboxes if you want to continue
Staring like that is exceptionally rude and not acceptable under any circumstances. Particular from staff are who are supposed to be professional.
[ But then when has the Peacock ever been run like a real resort by the "people" manning it? Her dubious expression says as much, but still, yes ears and a tail are unusual by most standards but hardly the oddest thing that's ever been sighted here of all places. ]
And speaking of rude... I realise I never gave you my name. My apologies, it's Mitsuru Kirijo. I am of Queen rank, not that it should matter but apparently it gives me some sort of sway around here if you are ever in need of assistance.
[ Or you know, someone to give the staff a piece of her mind. Because she's definitely good at that. ]
i missed this somehow and i have no idea how this got so long help
( frankly, aventurine weighs his options here. there's a particular appeal in actually turning on his heels and finding privacy; rufus had said it himself, that it's more fun if he remains oblivious to some things. almost a gamble, or a game of trust, whether aventurine is playing by their rules once he leaves beyond rufus' sight or if he's a cheater whose talk of his luck is just a red herring.
but then he has a much better idea, instead. when aventurine stands, it's only to cross the table in between them, so he may stand right before rufus; easier to enjoy the show that way. everything he does, then, is with a particular, almost impressive show of skill. the unbuckling of a belt, unbuttoning of his pants, and a zipper he pulls down - all with a single hand. he does not strip off of his pants.
the lube would've proven a challenge if aventurine didn't so much care for appearances that much; when the bottle itself is small and almost pocket-sized, it's the kind he can simply uncap and squeeze the lube out - something he does so, when he holds it between his teeth, and applies some on his own free hand. it works in his favor like that, when he has to reach back and into his pants, finding his own hole to finger himself. the good thing is that whatever reaction he would show here, aventurine does not. not when he still holds lube in his mouth, and his eyes barely flinch in response. only one more thing to add to the list of things rufus doesn't want to know, of course.
the rest comes much more streamlined, when aventurine judges himself properly prepared. taking the lube from his mouth, so he may apply some on the plug, that typical inscrutable smile ever on his face. when he takes it out, he makes sure to hide it behind the box still, to keep that air of mystery for rufus lest he spoils their fun. an arm that reaches behind him, into his pants again, past his underwear - and at least this time there's more of a reaction, as a treat, when aventurine bites on his lips, perhaps holding back a moan or two. a sign of honesty, that he's willing to play their game, and doesn't intend to so much cheat where rufus can see, though he'd certainly argue it's both an impressive and bold feat.
when the plug is in, and certainly intrusive in his body, is when aventurine shows both empty hands and an empty box to rufus. )
Hope you enjoyed that little show. ( and now he can fix his pants and set the box down, though he doesn't quite return to his seat yet. ) Figured I would add that in as an extra. Was that enough for you to experience it secondhandedly?
[It's telling, the way that Rufus almost reaches for Aventurine when he circles around to put himself so easily within reach — not the eagerness of a man who can't keep his hands to himself, but rather the confidence of one who's never been told he can't put his hands on anything in the world he desires. As it is, one set of fingers ghost in the air while the others hold firm to the remote, and his eyes are dark and intent, fixed on Aventurine's face even as far more interesting activities go on below his belt.]
You're gorgeous, you know.
[It's a simple, matter-of-fact statement; pretty blondes were far more to his father's taste than his own, but he's certainly not above appreciating beauty where he can find it — and moreso even than looks, Aventurine's beauty is in his willingness to play the game, to be just as dirty as the situation calls for to put the ball squarely back in his opponent's court.
His arm comes up to dangle against the back of his seat, effortless in the way it dangles and reveals just a glimpse of the remote within his fingers. His other hand brushes against his own thigh, casually indicating his lap.]
You have a seat waiting for you over there, but maybe you'd like one right here, instead?
[ Oh god. She was slowing down now that the curtain was shut. Somehow he wasn't prepared for that when she assails him with a double-whammy. It's the hot press of her tongue across cool skin, the slender hand upon his taut thigh while she does so...and the way she just refuses to break her gaze of his. But he's better than this. He's not so weak that he would crumple after a single round. They both have money to win from this, damn it! They can win together and then have a drink about it after. ...Even if Nami was currently doing the equivalent of building up his meter until he was so pent-up and had no choice but to spend it.
And he does manage. Barely. There's some self-control on his part by the time she fulfills her turn and goads him for his turn. A warm sigh escapes him as he can't help but keep her in his periphery while he reaches for the pair of 12-sided die. ]
Uh huh? You think so?
[ He says flatly, grunting briefly as he leans forward so not to disturb her too much, popping his boots off in the process to make getting his pants off the rest of the way far easier. Until they're unceremoniously shoved to the side with his foot and he's back to tumbling the dice in his palm. Careful as to not let them just fall away or roll too far, they slip from his fingertips as his first assignment to her is up. ]
You wanna stay down there for me while I lean in? Or do you wanna slide into my lap for this one?
[ Inwardly he's halfheartedly pleading she takes him up on the latter...because it's already impossible enough to try and hide that half-chub he's rocking while he slowly but surely starts getting harder in his briefs. ]
Lick. Ear.
i appreciate neither of them rly want to be in the other's presence so we get to finish threads 🙂
( why wouldn't it be his curiosity, when aventurine is so infamously known for always winning, and never losing? and it's not the kind of curiosity that is mocking; it's from a genuine desire to know, to understand, to taste something he had longed to achieve. for all of his victories, he has lost so much, but is that, too, the same feeling of loss that sunday feels? is it different, when aventurine is surrounded by wealth and ostentation, but he severely lacks an anchor to ground him to earth, while sunday might have lost everything he had built, dreams and hopes and ambitions, but at the very least -
at least he has robin, doesn't he? his own anchor. )
Then should I congratulate you, Mr. Sunday? On your victory over me.
( because what is the weight of a loss, when he has that card over him? when he holds something of higher value?
aventurine only continues on smiling, before he turns on his heels, and waves a hand at sunday. )
Enjoy the feeling while you can. I'll be looking forward to our next game.
You'll be happy to know it's your lucky day, then. ( which, okay fine, he'll put his pants back on for this, but he doesn't go through all the trouble to belt up again.
aventurine gives reno only a gesture of his head for him to follow, before he walks off into the long lounges of the casino, almost perfectly blending in. )
That's a treatment I only extend to those who catch my fancy. ( also lying out of his ass for this, by the way, but nothing that reno needs so much knowing.
they walk past the party, somewhere closer to the private lounges the casino offers, waving a hand at one of the staff members who still lingers by the counter, greeting aventurine with a smile and wishing him fun. oh, he would have it for sure.
then, down the corridor of doors, aventurine picks one in particular, pushing it open for reno to walk in first. it's almost a mini casino within a casino, a large lounge area with a few poker tables, roulettes, a drink bar, couches - just about anything would one need to both gamble and enjoy themselves with a date. )
[ ...Ragna does find himself attempting to slide under the covers with Kazuya, brow knitting when he realizes that the more slender man had practically burrito'd himself up. Slowly, he makes little tugging motions on the edge of the blanket in an attempt to get some back for himself. At least for his legs man????? ]
Lose your voice a lil'? Honey and tea'll help that...
No. [ long eyelashes lower as he combs his fingers through the man’s bangs before allowing them to fall back into place, ] Taking care of someone… is a way of possessing them, isn’t it? Brushing their hair, styling it how you like, and having them under your touch … [ he curls a lock around his finger, ] … it’s intimate. I guess most people would choose to be to rough in this game. But like this…
[ The lock unfurls; Genya allows it to slip away. He smiles faintly. ]
… I’m leaving my mark on you.
[ He smooths Sunday’s hair before taking a few sections to make a braid. His sister had always liked this; it’s a shame he doesn’t have a hairpin to tuck into it once he’s finished. It would be suitable on someone so pretty. ]
They say that if you take care of someone’s hair for them, you’ll have a fated affinity in the next life. I don’t know if that’s true—but it’s a nice thought.
[ He pats a hand on Sunday’s shoulder, satisfied that his hair is neatly combed and that the braid that now falls over his shoulder is tight enough to hold. ]
[ The curiosity was of course genuine—Keita isn't terribly experienced with toys and there is quite a lot he doesn't know—but it was also a play to see if Aak would mind him getting closer, and from the way their hands brush together and that tail curls around the back of Keita's legs, it seems that he doesn't mind at all. Keita smiles a little for it, tracing a fingertip over one of the larger beads as he considers the explanation. ]
I think I might be, [ he says after a moment. ] I am—fairly sensitive in general, after all.
[ So it stands to reason that something like that would feel good, at least based on the way Aak describes it. It makes Keita flush a little in his ears to be so forward about something like that—even a year in this resort can't totally overcome all the years of his proper upbringing—but he doesn't shy away from the prospect like he might have once. ]
And what would feel good for you? [ Keita asks after a moment. The beads and the cucumber and... whatever else all seems to largely be for Keita's enjoyment(??), but surely there should be something in here that will bring Aak pleasure too. ]
[ He looks surprised at the reveal of what animal Sizhui got. A snake? It makes him think of zidian immediately, which makes him think of Jiang Cheng, which makes him sad. But he doesn't say anything about that, just puts on a laugh and smiles instead. ]
A snake, huh? That's definitely unexpected. I'm trying to imagine it a little though and it seems... like it would hurt the snake?
[ That sounds. Bad. But maybe not, maybe it's like zidian even more and being a whip doesn't hurt it because it's a weapon first, rather than a real snake. ]
robin shouldn't try to read any of it and spare him his privacy. the scars don't seem pleasant — obviously. what she could glean from touching them aren't likely to be pleasant either.
she touches him anyway. she reads his reactions. even now, harmony flows out of her in a slow, subtle tuning, some musicality to be found in the way her fingers map his body, a distant, emotional crescendo that must skew each heartbeat to feel as if it's from something else. and then suddenly it's calming, coaxing. he still feels like he's uncomfortable, and she can't blame him when she can see flashes of blood and vast, hungry mouths to go with every scar, how it's difficult to filter what must've once caused his injuries from how he might feel, now, with her hands on his marked skin.
there's knotting tension that feels almost formative as she's leafing through the corners of his mind. she must be trying to work it out of his psyche the way her thumb is working the knot of some muscle in his side, how she's... carefully... hooking into the waistband of his slacks with a little hitch of breathing for his hand landing somewhere on her hip in turn. )
... Mister Aki.
( a little laugh accompanies it, because she realizes it's uncanny, mister like there's any distance left between her and his half-naked body. )
Mister Hayakawa? ( but she tries it again, a little breathy this time, and thinks it has to be a kindness. otherwise helping him now, to save him from some curse and some poverty, isn't a kindness at all but an excuse. ) Or... do I call you Aki?
( she doesn't help him with her clothes. granted she doesn't bat his hand away either, and only turns a faint shade of red as he has to struggle; after all, it took more than that for her to figure out the corset, and she had been just as alone.
it isn't her focus. it's harder to think of what comes next when there's no sense of urgency, and there's only his blue eyes and his kindness and the feeling that he would do this for her, would do more for her, if she only asked. he's taken scars for less. she bites her lip. )
[Part of how Aak had been able to flourish in this place was how little personal space he needed. Physical intimacy was nowhere near as dangerous as emotional intimacy. As long as a person wasn't huge and threatening he wouldn't mind getting close. Once some fondness was built up then Aak was prone to leaning on people, taking their arm, forcing himself into the same chair...]
Are ya'? [his eyes light up at just being given that information- perhaps he had too many friends that were just as emotionally withdrawn and didn't like to admit "weakness."]
Hehehe, [he chuckles to himself before getting caught off-guard by the next question. Sure, everything he'd pulled out was more of a "use on other" situation. There was a certain thrill he got out of just experimenting on someone, playing with them until they were exhausted, but-]
-aren't you gonna let me do it?
[Another blunt, direct question. He probably did need a back-up plan if Keita was gonna get mad at him for continuing past a certain point.]
[He's never been one to be all there when he's just woken up, and right now is no different. Kazuya rubs his face into his pillow before exhaling loudly.
Ragna pulling on the blankets means nothing to him. He is cold. In different. A true demon, in this case.
[In more than one way, that's for sure. Reno follows Aventurine, past the game tables and staff members, all seemingly pretty familiar with Aventurine. He wonders how long exactly Aventurine might already be here, and how long it takes for staff to actively remember guests, or if this is something only a select few that are flashy enough get to experience.]
'course you do,
[Reno smirks, not believing a single word that Aventurine just said. Judging by what he has seen so far, and by how much he can read the other, they aren't too different, saying what they think the other person wants to hear, whether it's true or not. But Reno clearly doesn't care, so the sarcasm is heavy in his voice, and he makes sure that he doesn't care that Aventurine is lying either.
Instead, he does as asked and steps in first, eyes traveling over the interior of the room, and for a moment being undecided which way to take. The bar looks tempting, but do they still want to bother with drinks right now? The couches look plush and comfortable, also big enough for what's clearly about to happen. But instead, Reno turns around and grabs Aventurine by the collar and pulls him close into a kiss, then slowly guides them backwards, until his backside hits the edge of one of the poker tables.]
[oh no, it's a good thing wei wuxian plays it off or else sizhui would've felt so bad about making him sad. as it stands, wei wuxian laughs and sizhui full-on grins, looking mighty proud of himself for eliciting a response like that.]
Right? And you would think, but the creature could shapeshift without any pain.
[comparing it to zidian isn't a bad idea, really; the dtf was a device or a trinket one could wear before it was an animal and it's not a real creature. it's hard for sizhui to explain because he doesn't have the exact words for it, but he hopes he's explaining it well enough that wei wuxian can understand what he means.]
So I caught your fancy? How lucky of me. ( a lighthearted jest, a throwaway comment, for the most part, for aventurine doesn't so much care for it beyond the value of a business relationship between men who are trading cards.
but it is true, that aventurine is always so willing to play the games; whether issued by the house or between players, what is a gambler without the one thing that gives their life value? it is never about the outcome, but the process in itself, the highs and lows that come with not knowing whether he'll be sent to heaven or hell.
this too is just the same, the probabilities and differences in the end-result that comes with accepting the invitation or returning to his seat and keeping their distance. there's appeal to both, he thinks, appeal in denying rufus of what he wants, but appeal to playing along, to put his life on someone's hands and let them do with it as they wish.
perhaps the answer is all too obvious. ) And lucky you, this kind of control looks good on you. ( a compliment paid back, in genuine sincerity.
aventurine doesn't move into rufus' lap just yet, aware that the moment he does, he'll be able to feel the plug a little too well. perhaps something to look forward to, a beat and two later, when aventurine reaches to straddle rufus, a practice motion as though nothing out of the ordinary is afflicting either of them. his smile remains the very same, not an inch out of place, settling in neatly on his lap with his arms around rufus' shoulders. comfortable, if not a little intrusive in certain places. )
[ Heathcliff didn't get much of anything im that mansion, never mind practical experience, but if he dwells in what he lost, in what he can't do, he'll end up even worse than Hindley. Fuck that.
Which is why Heathcliff focuses harder than he has in his life, listens to Ishmael and follows along in a way he's never followed along with one of her pamphlet tirades. This is practical, is the thing: rules don't mean much to him, getting his hands dirty is how he learns.
Dirty, huh. Heathcliff's eyebrows pinch and he looks as though he's either reading a very difficult book or threading a very tiny needle, but he's being gentle, inasmuch as he can be gentle. It's a bit fumbly, but when he hears her breath catch and her folds tense — and isn't that actually batshit, that he's pleasuring anyone, much less Ishmael — he pauses, frowns, but does the same motion again, and again, adjusting and massaging until he can feel his fingers slip a bit too much to realistically keep going. Is this dirty? Probably, if he can figure out how to get her going...
And then she puts his hand on her breast and he nearly snatches it away, a reflex from years and years of being a dirty Backstreets mongrel, but like, not a completely rubbish human being, relatively. He scowls. Of course he's allowed to touch there now, he just... he just needs a second to adjust. ]
Fuck. Warn a chap, why don't you.
[ He continues to grumble, but he doesn't make eye contact, much too busy finding out that holy fucking Wings her chest is soft. He cannot multitask at the moment, so he takes a break from fingering her to squish her boob slightly, watching the way her freckles stretch and squish.
Don't think about it too much. Go by instinct. Heathcliff, being an actual animal, thinks: I wonder how this would feel in my mouth. And because he's decided to take her lead, for once, this means he tries it. Granted, it's a very gentle thing, just under the nipple, more out of curiosity than any deliberate plan to catch her off guard, but he does lick, and he does suck, and there are teeth. He makes a thoughtful noise, releases her, then does it again, this time directly over her nipple. That should be different, right...? The relative stiffness of her nipple is an interesting difference on his tongue, so naturally, he licks it again.
As he figures out the boob situation, his cock swells with his interest where it lays just on top of her clit. Unintentionally, he rolls his hips, pressing against her slit, more rocking than grinding, but it's still enough to work his cock between her folds, even if the tip is nowhere near inside. At least it's very rigid and hot, slicking easily from the wet between Ishmael's legs. It should be nice, even if it's only pressed against her instead of all the way inside. He'll get around to it as soon as he's done with sucking at her breasts, promise. ]
[It feels like a continuation of their negotiation, these initial exchanges between them — positioning, posturing, trading pawns in their openers as they progress toward the middle game. There's something nice about the way Aventurine drapes his arms over Rufus's shoulders, casting an illusion of intimacy that they can either pretend to buy into or acknowledge for what it really is. Because of course, Aventurine is right: they do make an exquisite picture like this, pretty blond on pretty blond, not just wrapped up in each other but so bathed in power that they have the luxury of not paying attention to anything else around them.
Of course, having Aventurine in his lap comes with other benefits — like making it natural for them to lock eyes and hold it there, to size each other up.
Like drawing attention away from the remote in his dangling hand, so it's inconspicuous when his thumb moves and toggles the vibrator on to a low setting.]
Do you like being controlled, Mister Gambler? Or do you just like playing games?
[ Admitting to weakness... or realizing that the best way to get what he really wants (overstimulation) is to dangle the carrot of his sensitivity in front of an ambitious young man who Keita is positive will put him through his paces? Maybe a bit of both. Either way, the eager look on Aak'ss face gives Keita the feeling he's going to get exactly what he hopes for. ]
I'll probably let you do nearly anything you want, [ Keita says, in a moment of rare straightforwardness. Normally the politeness of his upbringing holds him back from being so open about things like this, even after so many months in the resort, but something about Aak makes it feel easier to just... say what he means. ] I just want to know what you'll enjoy the most, is all.
[ Sure, maybe there's a point at which Keita would call it quits... but given how much he likes to be exhausted and overstimulated, and how much he likes a certain level of pain, he doesn't imagine he'll have to put a stop to their games today.
Well, maybe if Aak tries to give him both of the potions at once, or something. ]
Ah, perhaps you are right. Others may be skeptical that such a wish will ever be granted, but no one's found a better answer yet.
[As much as Xiao Xingchen has investigated this labyrinth of a hotel, he knows that hides its secrets well. Never has he come across a place so dangerous before.]
There were others from the world that we know that were once here, but I haven't found them in some time. [He hangs his head lower.] I can only hope that they found their way home.
[He isn't the kind who wants to suspect for no reason, but this place doesn't give him much hope for things working out for the best. If the idea is to let people work towards a difficult goal, and the people who disappear are just returning to their homes, there wouldn't be an incentive to do anything but wait around.]
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