【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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[Well, at least one of them seems relatively calm given the strange situation? Hopefully this guy has some semblance of an idea of what the fuck is going on, because Yato sure as hell doesn't. Though it seems like he's not the most friendly of folks... Not with that glare and those fierce red eyes. If he wasn't a god, he might actually be a little frightened.
Not one for touching, either, it seems. Understandable, given their state of undress. So Yato hastily keeps his hands to himself, offering a sheepish wave as a friendly greeting while he tries to smile. It's definitely on the nervous side given the kid seems capable of blasting the shit out of things, including him. At the question, he pauses to delve into his memory, trying to sort out his jumbled thoughts.]
Taking a break from training with a friend... Which-- [He glances around hurriedly, panic setting in.] --have you seen a katana? Or my clothes? I kinda need him.
[Another new guy. Dammit, now he has to go through the entire introduction spiel and get looked at like he's fucking crazy. Couldn't he have crash landed with someone else?! Like hell is he going to give him a massive information dump either. Straight and to the point, if the guy even bothers asking about it. Che, who's he kidding? He'll ask. Everyone asks.
Bakugo steps off the bed into the trailer proper. What of it remains in the blown-out husk. He checks his own robe, mostly smoky and a bit scuffed, but hardly reaching a tattered state. The hell is this? His initial glance around the trailer and a new one now pick out a few more details. Looks like some kind of actor's trailer for a movie. There's the vanity, the closet, the lack of "living arrangements" a mobile home would have...
Shit, is this the theme the hotel's going for this month?]
You're not gonna find shit. This place takes all that crap when you get here.
[Clothes, weapons, gear, everything that isn't natural to their bodies and DNA.]
[New, nosy, and blissfully naive when it comes to what they're in for at this place. Though thankfully distracted by his missing weapon to the point he's started searching everywhere from the sheets to under the bunks to the mirror-lined toilet/shower stall just to be certain he didn't get stuffed in there haphazardly by some lazy bum.
Though once Bakugo states that looking's no good, he stops crawling around and climbing on things to reach the backs of cupboards in order to glance the kid's way. He's not quite sure what to make of this development, except to frown deeply with something between irritation and worry. Doesn't this just figure...]
Dammit... Do you mean they have our stuff stashed somewhere, or they left it behind?
[That's an important distinction, one he needs to be sure of.]
Aah. My weapon's a human soul who turns into a blade and a set of clothes. That's why I need to find him-- he can't change back on his own.
[Whether that sounds crazy or not... well, it's the truth. Right not Yato's not even thinking about how bizarre he must be coming off.]
What the hell are you doing?! [Why is he looking all over the place like a frantic rat when he just told his stupid face those things aren't here?! Bakugo grabs a hem of his robe and yanks it, checking the material. Cheap despite it's gaudy nature. Great. And he blew up the majority of the trailer itself. Leaving Yato to rummage, he heads for the closet and yanks the door open. Time to see if anything survived the blast...
Ugh, what is all this crap?! A bunch of strange outfits and costumes! This really is an actor's trailer. He starts swishing clothes around on the hangers, rifling through his options to find something remotely decent. Decent meaning something he wouldn't be caught dead wearing.]
They left it in your world. [Clothes, weapons, belongings, everything except their innate powers and abilities. Bar a few exceptions Bakugo has no knowledge on. When Yato explains, he only offers a curt grunt of understanding. But the answer doesn't change.] Then he's not here.
What's it look like? [Looking, duh!! If not for his shinki, then for his clothes, his cellphone, something! Just because some kid says so doesn't mean it's true. He could be mistaken or lying, though Yato can't imagine why he would. It'd be a lame prank to pull, even on a god. What would he gain by such trickery? A laugh? He doesn't seem the laughing sort...
But it seems that thus far the blond is right. No sign of any of his stuff. How irritating... And what's with the weird getup in the numerous closets? They seem like costumes or raunchy underwear! There's a naughty police man's uniform, for Pete's sake! Taking the thing out with a wrinkled nose, Yato lowers it slowly.]
Oh... That's... worrisome? Or maybe I should be relieved. Wait, where are we, anyway? [He finally ceases rummaging through the drawer under the bunk, sitting back on his heels to glance up at Bakugo curiously. It seems like this guy knows what's going on, at least. Time to get caught up to speed.]
[It was a rhetorical insult, dammit! He whisks through the clothes again and finally pulls out a few things he likes. Or tolerates. A pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a dark green overshirt. Casual, but of a higher quality. He's not walking around the damn place in some faux-fur robe and a pair of boxer briefs to his name!
Bakugo glances at the outfit Yato pulls from the closet he's invading and makes a derisive noise. Of course he picks the slutty cop duds while digging for something to wear. If he doesn't mind ass-less chaps, the pants would be a decent wear. His own jeans have a few cutouts over mesh, but nothing immediately noticeable along the design.]
It's called the Golden Peacock. It's a trap disguised as a resort. [And here comes the "fun" part of telling Yato all about a shitty sex resort. Don't expect him to answer everything; he'll give Yato the basics and let him pester other people for the rest. With a quick tug, he pulls the shirt on.]
[Punk ass. He knows what it was and chose to blatantly ignore it, probably to illicit exactly that kind of response. He feels like bickering right now, given the circumstances. Snubbing his nose at the kid, he too continues rifling through the various outfits, choosing a fun shift with a shiny gold peacock design on it and a pair of loose fit navy shorts. Casual but kind of tacky.
Not minding there being company, he hurriedly stuffs himself into his chosen attire, straightening the shirt out as Bakugo finishes with his simple explanation. That... sounds rather ominous. But it explains a bit?]
Great, so we're stuck in a giant roach motel? [He sounds somewhere between annoyed and excited. He's only ever been to a theme park before, never a resort, so if he's going to be trapped anywhere, this sounds like the place to be! Oh little does he know...]
[Clothes picked out, and this stranger seemingly set, Bakugo kicks open the trailer door (sussed out that's what their surroundings hinted at), and tromps down the little metal stairs. What the hell is this? Momentarily taken aback at everything hustling and bustling in front of him. A fucking movie set?! Backstage to a theater?! All this and more with people racing from one side to the other, racks of props or costumes carrying into another person's path, clipboards flipping papers over their tops, hands touching headsets and relaying information before lights swings upward over a stage.
Goddamn Peacock's putting on performances and he doesn't have to ask who's the star(s). They are. Probably some shitty porno, as if their entire lives here aren't playing one out already.]
Where the hell do you get a roach motel? [Those things are designed to kill, certainly without the entertainment and fare the resort provides. And he doesn't appreciate being inferred as a goddamn roach in the first place!]
[He's absolutely gunning for a fight, being a smartass and all. But this punk kid is bringing out his more childish side that wants to be a dick and mess with him. Seeing as how they're both dressed finally - no more skimpy robes and underwear, thank goodness! - he starts to follow Bakugo, although he takes his time and pauses at the doorway, peering cautiously out at all the crazy goings on. He's never seen a movie set before, but her can get a rough idea given what their own trailer was like before a certain blond blew it to smithereens.]
Well, it sure ain't the Ritz! What kind of resort goes around kidnapping and trapping people, huh? [It's a bit overwhelming to see so many people racing this way and that, and given that unless this guy is spiritually sensitive, that means that everyone here might be able to see him... It makes Yato nervous enough to hesitate even with the barked orders.]
I'm coming, I'm coming, geez, you're pushy and demanding...
[Despite his misgivings, he sidles up beside Bakugo, hands going into his pockets as he hunches his shoulders slightly and glances around.]
[Dammit, he's so tempted to blast him into the roof! Unfortunately he's already made steps outside the trailer and put some distance between himself and Yato. Now distracted by new developments and glaring into busy busy everywhere. He's never been in the back of a theater or some kind of stage or movie production. At best he's dealt with school projects and setting up the concert 1-A put on at U.A. This is completely different, with staff serving as stage hands, film assistants, actor aids, and a fuck ton other roles Bakugo can't name off the top of his head.
Beefy Owl-headed security guards continue looking towards the trailer, reminding him far too uncomfortably of seagull-headed life guards on the beach when he first arrived. Great, more birds he'll have no problem frying the living fuck out of if they bother him. He's done it before, he'll do it again, and apparently they know that.
Words. Shit, this guy's still here?] It's not a resort, dumbass. It's an entity posing as one. We're its food.
[You want answers, you follow him! And take what you're given without asking a shit load of questions! Despite Bakugo being one who demanded to a shit load of questions on his first month. Once Yato's out of the trailer and down the steps, he heads forward, not wanting to get caught up in whatever production they're doing here.]
[Probably tempting fate with those words, but they're out there now. Too late to take them back, not that Yato wants to anyway. He's too preoccupied with marveling at the chaos around them, with people running this way and that and toting clothes and props around. There's plenty of others who look like they're in the same predicament as them, wearing skimpy robes or slinky clothes and sexy costumes. Although it's those owl-headed folks that make him do a double take, if only because they stand out a bit more than the glitzy attire.
Pushing off the burnt out trailer, Yato gingerly makes his way after Bakugo, wanting to at least keep close to someone until he's got a better grasp of the place. Not going to let on that he's a touch skittish when visible in large crowds, though...]
But-- [He glances at the Watch on his wrist with it's little welcome blurb, frowning as he glances back up at Bakugo's back.] So we're gonna get digested?
[That doesn't sound quite right, but with what little info the kid's giving him, it's all he's got. Picking up the pace, he falls in line beside Bakugo, fiddling with the Watch in an attempt to remove it. It doesn't seem to want to budge, though...]
[Growled in retort as Bakugo ducks around another rack of clothes. It's like dodging fucking traffic in here! Yato's retort continues needling him. He has no idea what this guy's abilities are or how tough he is. But he never approaches a challenge with the idea he'll lose in his head. Doing so means you've already lost! Death broached as a topic, he's gonna probably have to explain that shit to him before their first meeting here's up. Great. Another fun conversation.
Where the hell's the end of this set? He twists to the side and avoids a set of dancers rushing to their next appointment. Mixing old-school sandbags and crosshatch rigging with modern wires and hydraulics, seems like every method of theater and movie making is in use back here. Yato better keep up because Bakugo's not (often) keeping tabs on his tagalong's whereabouts.]
No. I assume it feeds on our energy and emotions. [As headcase as it sounds, it makes the most sense compared to their alternatives. Maybe those who got turned to stone got "digested" in a sense, but Bakugo knows they've simply been sent back home. He won't accept any other result.] Stop messing with that; no one's gotten those things off even if they can lop off a damn hand or limb.
[Since he's lacking his own, it stands to reason the kid would be, too. Except that he seemed perfectly capable of creating explosions back in the trailer. Hmm... Maybe he shouldn't goad him so much in that case. Still, maybe he had firecrackers or something? Stranger things have already happened, that's for sure.
Hopping right through a rack of clothes rather than go around it, Yato can't help ogling said dancers a little bit, with their sparkly attire and feathered headdresses. It really is like a maze in here, with shit everywhere and hardly any open space that isn't being used in some manner or form. Thankfully Yato is nimble and flexible, dodging people and props alike.]
Oh, well that's not so bad, then. Provided it doesn't suck us dry. You sure don't seem like a husk, though~ [Given that ayakashi feed on negativity, it's not too bonkers of a notion to him. What's weirder is the watch, honestly. He gives it a final shake before giving up.] Seriously? Is it like... one of those GPS thingies?
Killing someone's pointless here. The hotel brings them back.
[Bakugo's not gonna waste his time and energy on a futile endeavor. This bastard can assume what he wants. His boots go from grinding on concrete and stepping atop wooden frames to a soft husk as he reaches plush carpeted halls and the resort more proper. This entire floor's completely consumed by movie sets and other theatrics, but the ground floor and lobby should be free of transformation. Minus the theming on restaurants and workers.
Of course this guy's still behind him. Didn't lose him in the hustle and bustle, unfortunately. Athletic, resilient, quick, reactive, there's more to this guy. He's not some fool getting blown up normally. Tch, great. Bakugo wasn't stopping to let him catch up though. No he was making sure the elevator wasn't getting ready to open and let out a rush into the damn hall. Right.]
It's a smart watch. [Do they have those in this guy's world? Assume not.] Think of it as a small computer strapped to your wrist. [Bakugo heads for the stairwell near the elevator.]
[Infinite respawns, huh...? Like gods being able to reincarnate. It's enough to get him frowning seriously in thought; for an ayakashi or entity to have that kind of power... It's either incredible or some kind of trick. Could it be that it's all just a dream...? It's one hell of a vivid dream, if that's the case.
Oh well. Either way, what matters is the here and now, and this place is getting more and more interesting as the movie set gives way to a more proper hotel experience, complete with carpets and golden halls. Like your average tourist, Yato can't help gawking as they walk, his eyes seeing yen signs in everything. Maybe he could sneak away with a chunk of gold pillar or something once he finds the exit...]
Aah... [He makes a noise of acknowledgement, but it's uncertain - clearly he's not sure what that entails, until Bakugo explains further, causing his eyebrows to raise.] They've really come a long way with computers, damn. I remember when they were big honking things that took up rooms. [Showing your age there, Yato. At least physically he's as nimble and spry as a kid, keeping up with Bakugo easily.]
Aa. But if it revives you, you lose all your chips, your rank falls to last, and whatever possessions you had are gone.
[Dying and coming back basically ruins a guest and removes all their "progress" in the resort. Thankfully their progress in Game 52 doesn't get reset, but like hell is Bakugo gonna tell this guy about all of that perverted crap. Someone else can inform him! He expects him to do the work in his head about killing based on what he just learned. Ironically, the victim who got killed is the one who pays the heavier price for the "inconvenience" of the resort reviving their dead ass.]
Haa? [Bakugo's expression wrinkles in a line from brow to nose to lips, a confused sneer thrown over his shoulder at Yato with a once over following.] What the hell are you, some geezer stuck in a teenage body?
Game over, hmm? That'd suck majorly. Talk about a waste of time and effort!
[So even if he can't strictly die permanently here, it's no good to go getting yourself killed for stupid reasons, it seems. Makes sense, but is a bummer all the same. He was kind of hoping that if they couldn't die they could just fight their way out of here. Makes sense they can't, though. It'd be too damn easy, and if this place thrives off them being captives, it wouldn't give them an easy out.]
Not a geezer! An ancient and noble god, I'll have you know! [It's said proudly, with a hand splayed on his chest and his nose slightly upturned. Rude punk...] So respect your elders a bit, why don't you! Otherwise I may be tempted to smite you for your insolence.
[Not really, but sometimes it's fun to play the part of a vengeful god.]
If you plan on making anything of yourself here, don't die.
[Those who have people they can rely on to take care of them and don't give a shit about money and possession, yeah, feel free to go Happy Death Day cause fuck the results. That is not most people.
The problem with fighting their way out is there's... no "way out" to go against. Things like the front door and windows to the outside are nonexistent as far as Bakugo's aware. There was a rumor/story about someone managing to break through the "outermost wall" and all he saw was endless void before getting sucked back in or sent back home as punishment. Bakugo's not sure if the tale's true or not. If Yato finds out more, feel free to talk plot with him.]
What the hell's "noble" about you? You got blown up and were ogling girls like a creepy old man! [What, you think he missed Yato giving the eye to those showgirls a moment back? AS if.]
Smite yourself and die. [He doesn't believe his ability to do any smiting, though notably doesn't seem to distrust his claims at being a god. Wouldn't be the first one here. Bakugo heads down the stairs, deliberately avoiding the elevator.]
I'm gonna rise up through the ranks and come out on top, so hah!
[He's nothing if not ambitious, if perhaps a touch overzealous and maybe a little delusional if he thinks things are going to be as simple as that.
If there being nothing but a void outside the resort proves true, that'll certainly put a damper on Yato's plans to force his way out of this place. But one never knows for sure unless they try, so! Nosy McNoserson is gonna snoop until he gets some kind of answers. It seems easier than simply playing the game for months on end all the time, anyway.]
I'll have you know there's plenty noble about me. I rescue souls and train them so they don't get eaten or corrupted! And hey, there's no shame in admiring the beauty life has to offer! [At least he keeps his hands to himself and isn't a total perv? Small wins...]
You just told me not to, you tsundere. [Not quite what Bakugo said, but hey, he's free to tease him about it. Once they're in the stairwell, he hops up on the handrail and starts sliding down on it, glancing at the kid as he passes him by.] How come you didn't take that elevator back there? That's what it was, wasn't it?
Good luck. You're gonna have to fuck a lot of people to do that.
[Is this his first time hearing about the real reason he's in this place? Whoops. Enjoy having a bucket of cold water thrown over your rising hot dreams. Bakugo berates himself internally for even grumbling the comment out, since now he's stuck with giving Yato the rundown of this thing's perverted tendencies.
Bakugo tried busting through the roof when he first got here, but no avail. Didn't even put a damn scratch on what's supposed to be GLASS, and that was at full strength. It'll take more than one person to get everyone out of this shithole; everyone's going to have to work together to overthrow the House.]
You're some kind of shinigami? [First thing that came to mind. Not gonna comment on admiring beauty. Yato's gonna fit in well if his eyes' already perverted.]
SHUT UP!! ANNOYING!! [Don't call him a "tsun" dammit! If Yato's going to slide down the banister, Bakugo hops the entire railing and drops down the central shaft. Flashes right past Yato all the way down. A single "Boom!" from both hands right before he hits floor pops him back up and breaks his fall, so he can land easily. Waiting for Yato to reach him to answer.]
[Apparently the answer to that is, yes, this is the first he's heard of sex being involved. While it would explain why he woke up in close quarters with the kid, it still manages to take him by surprise, sending him to a screeching halt as his grip on the railing tightens momentarily.
Once Yato finds out how damn durable (resilient?) this place/thing is, his bubble's gonna burst like a balloon. Since without his shinki, that leaves only improvised weapons which aren't anywhere near as effective. Though it does make one wonder what they could accomplish with a single, massive attack...]
You might say that. More a God of Fortune, though. Happiness and all that. [Truthfully he could be considered one due to his past, but he's not going into that can of worms. Not with a kid whose name he doesn't even know.]
Bleeeeh~ [Resuming his slide, he sticks his tongue out at Bakugo before the blond jumps the railing, beating him to the bottom by a wide margin. Little punk... Not that it was a competition or anything, but still. He hops off the railing as Bakugo answers, giving him a bewildered look.]
Just what kind of place is this if there's kinky shit in elevators and what's that about sex? [He can't seem to believe his ears. He thought the resort was after their energy! Not... not that!]
[Enjoy the information. If Yato hadn't figured it out already from the risque elements in surrounding decor, the perverted clothes in the closet, and anything sexual slathered over the sets as they swept out of Golden Hollywood, he's been fairly blind eyed to the entire thing. To say nothing of waking up in bed with someone else wearing scantly nigh-nothing.]
Huh? So you're the one people ring temple bells at and tie papers on trees every New Year? [Complete lack of reverence in his tone. Bakugo's world isn't very focused on religion outside of traditional things, ceremonies, holidays, and the like. Some people have it, but most are far too caught up in superheroes, villains, Quirks, technology, and science to really look further.
Bakugo shoves his hands into his pockets once more and heads for the door in front of them, pulling it open with a foot on the golden petal step at the bottom. The stairs likely assume people's hands are busy with other things, so have alternative options. Pervert.]
It's a fucking sentient monster that kidnaps people and keeps them in this bullshit place to have sex and stress out!! [Okay that's being A LITTLE BIASED, but it's also one version of the truth.]
[Well, Yato can be painfully oblivious to the truth at times, like his belief in theme park mascots being real... Him not picking up on all the sexual innuendo would not be anything new, although he chalked it up to movie set style everything was in down by the trailers. Naughty movies would make sense?]
Exactly! I bring happiness to people and help solve their problems! [It's a little disappointing he's getting like zero awe and respect, but given Bakugo's snarly attitude, that doesn't come as much of a surprise. Still leaves him pouting and trying to puff up his own importance, though.
Hurrying to catch up, Yato gawks at the explanation, suddenly seeming to put all the pieces together. That explains the lack of clothes, the pervy elevator, the scantily clad ladies, and any other number of things. Still a shocker, however!]
Seriously?? [His voice might have jumped a few octaves there...] Wait, just how old are you, anyway? You can't be more than seventeen, right?
[Worried about him? It's more likely than you might think.]
[Someday he's gonna have to bust that belief wide open in another place. Not here, because any mascot running around is a fucking pervert Yato's not gonna want to believe is real. Guess he has an excuse for thinking they were somehow on the set of a porno, but now he gets to realize their entire fucking lives here are set in a porno!]
You're gonna be popular here. [Droned in a tone suggesting anything but. Popular? Yes, especially if he continues with the servile mindset of making everyone happy. Problem solving is likely gonna be twisted into something perverted as well. If yato was a god in his own world, he's gonna be dragged down to the mortal realm with a hard impact here.
Bakugo heads out of the stairwell, revealing they're on the ground floor. The lobby, where a lot of hustle and bustle is almost always happening. Where exactly are they going? No real clue. Anywhere to get away from the perverted movie magic going on above them. Maybe he'll go to the Red Cardinal. That place is one of the few in the resort that doesn't tolerate any of the resort's shenanigans. Yato could use a neutral place to get his head around all this.]
I'M EIGHTEEN, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!! [Not another bastard freaking out about age and sex!!] YOU LOOK EVEN YOUNGER THAN ME, SO SHUT THE HELL UP!!
[What a dream crusher he can be...! So rude! So cruel! Though perhaps Yato deserves it for being a bit of an ass to him. It'd be fair payback, honestly. Not that informing him of what their lives are now isn't payback in a way already.]
Oh~? You think so? [Either he's oblivious to the sarcasm or he's choosing to ignore it. Probably the latter. It doesn't do any good to meet trouble halfway, so he might as well look on the bright side of things, right? Even if he's gotta bang fifty-two people to get home, that could be fifty-two more friends! Never let it be said he lacks optimism.
Like a lost puppy, which he kind of is, Yato follows along at Bakugo's heels, taking in all the sights and going-ons around them. It's a lot to adjust to, that's for sure, so he'll definitely appreciate somewhere calm and somewhat sane for him to come to terms with their situation. Somebody less testy would've been nice, but at least the kid isn't withholding all the information from him. He appreciates that, if nothing else.]
I was close...! [Though he can't help preening a bit at being called younger. Hehehe~] It's my youthful good looks!
[Touchy grump, though. Sheesh...]
So... does that mean you've already...? [He makes a gesture with both hands, clearly implying the dreaded word: "sex." Nosy god.]
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Not one for touching, either, it seems. Understandable, given their state of undress. So Yato hastily keeps his hands to himself, offering a sheepish wave as a friendly greeting while he tries to smile. It's definitely on the nervous side given the kid seems capable of blasting the shit out of things, including him. At the question, he pauses to delve into his memory, trying to sort out his jumbled thoughts.]
Taking a break from training with a friend... Which-- [He glances around hurriedly, panic setting in.] --have you seen a katana? Or my clothes? I kinda need him.
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Bakugo steps off the bed into the trailer proper. What of it remains in the blown-out husk. He checks his own robe, mostly smoky and a bit scuffed, but hardly reaching a tattered state. The hell is this? His initial glance around the trailer and a new one now pick out a few more details. Looks like some kind of actor's trailer for a movie. There's the vanity, the closet, the lack of "living arrangements" a mobile home would have...
Shit, is this the theme the hotel's going for this month?]
You're not gonna find shit. This place takes all that crap when you get here.
[Clothes, weapons, gear, everything that isn't natural to their bodies and DNA.]
"Him"?
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Though once Bakugo states that looking's no good, he stops crawling around and climbing on things to reach the backs of cupboards in order to glance the kid's way. He's not quite sure what to make of this development, except to frown deeply with something between irritation and worry. Doesn't this just figure...]
Dammit... Do you mean they have our stuff stashed somewhere, or they left it behind?
[That's an important distinction, one he needs to be sure of.]
Aah. My weapon's a human soul who turns into a blade and a set of clothes. That's why I need to find him-- he can't change back on his own.
[Whether that sounds crazy or not... well, it's the truth. Right not Yato's not even thinking about how bizarre he must be coming off.]
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Ugh, what is all this crap?! A bunch of strange outfits and costumes! This really is an actor's trailer. He starts swishing clothes around on the hangers, rifling through his options to find something remotely decent. Decent meaning something he wouldn't be caught dead wearing.]
They left it in your world. [Clothes, weapons, belongings, everything except their innate powers and abilities. Bar a few exceptions Bakugo has no knowledge on. When Yato explains, he only offers a curt grunt of understanding. But the answer doesn't change.] Then he's not here.
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But it seems that thus far the blond is right. No sign of any of his stuff. How irritating... And what's with the weird getup in the numerous closets? They seem like costumes or raunchy underwear! There's a naughty police man's uniform, for Pete's sake! Taking the thing out with a wrinkled nose, Yato lowers it slowly.]
Oh... That's... worrisome? Or maybe I should be relieved. Wait, where are we, anyway? [He finally ceases rummaging through the drawer under the bunk, sitting back on his heels to glance up at Bakugo curiously. It seems like this guy knows what's going on, at least. Time to get caught up to speed.]
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[It was a rhetorical insult, dammit! He whisks through the clothes again and finally pulls out a few things he likes. Or tolerates. A pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a dark green overshirt. Casual, but of a higher quality. He's not walking around the damn place in some faux-fur robe and a pair of boxer briefs to his name!
Bakugo glances at the outfit Yato pulls from the closet he's invading and makes a derisive noise. Of course he picks the slutty cop duds while digging for something to wear. If he doesn't mind ass-less chaps, the pants would be a decent wear. His own jeans have a few cutouts over mesh, but nothing immediately noticeable along the design.]
It's called the Golden Peacock. It's a trap disguised as a resort. [And here comes the "fun" part of telling Yato all about a shitty sex resort. Don't expect him to answer everything; he'll give Yato the basics and let him pester other people for the rest. With a quick tug, he pulls the shirt on.]
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[Punk ass. He knows what it was and chose to blatantly ignore it, probably to illicit exactly that kind of response. He feels like bickering right now, given the circumstances. Snubbing his nose at the kid, he too continues rifling through the various outfits, choosing a fun shift with a shiny gold peacock design on it and a pair of loose fit navy shorts. Casual but kind of tacky.
Not minding there being company, he hurriedly stuffs himself into his chosen attire, straightening the shirt out as Bakugo finishes with his simple explanation. That... sounds rather ominous. But it explains a bit?]
Great, so we're stuck in a giant roach motel? [He sounds somewhere between annoyed and excited. He's only ever been to a theme park before, never a resort, so if he's going to be trapped anywhere, this sounds like the place to be! Oh little does he know...]
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[Clothes picked out, and this stranger seemingly set, Bakugo kicks open the trailer door (sussed out that's what their surroundings hinted at), and tromps down the little metal stairs. What the hell is this? Momentarily taken aback at everything hustling and bustling in front of him. A fucking movie set?! Backstage to a theater?! All this and more with people racing from one side to the other, racks of props or costumes carrying into another person's path, clipboards flipping papers over their tops, hands touching headsets and relaying information before lights swings upward over a stage.
Goddamn Peacock's putting on performances and he doesn't have to ask who's the star(s). They are. Probably some shitty porno, as if their entire lives here aren't playing one out already.]
Where the hell do you get a roach motel? [Those things are designed to kill, certainly without the entertainment and fare the resort provides. And he doesn't appreciate being inferred as a goddamn roach in the first place!]
Get out of there before it collapses!
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[He's absolutely gunning for a fight, being a smartass and all. But this punk kid is bringing out his more childish side that wants to be a dick and mess with him. Seeing as how they're both dressed finally - no more skimpy robes and underwear, thank goodness! - he starts to follow Bakugo, although he takes his time and pauses at the doorway, peering cautiously out at all the crazy goings on. He's never seen a movie set before, but her can get a rough idea given what their own trailer was like before a certain blond blew it to smithereens.]
Well, it sure ain't the Ritz! What kind of resort goes around kidnapping and trapping people, huh? [It's a bit overwhelming to see so many people racing this way and that, and given that unless this guy is spiritually sensitive, that means that everyone here might be able to see him... It makes Yato nervous enough to hesitate even with the barked orders.]
I'm coming, I'm coming, geez, you're pushy and demanding...
[Despite his misgivings, he sidles up beside Bakugo, hands going into his pockets as he hunches his shoulders slightly and glances around.]
So... you know what the hell is going on?
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[Dammit, he's so tempted to blast him into the roof! Unfortunately he's already made steps outside the trailer and put some distance between himself and Yato. Now distracted by new developments and glaring into busy busy everywhere. He's never been in the back of a theater or some kind of stage or movie production. At best he's dealt with school projects and setting up the concert 1-A put on at U.A. This is completely different, with staff serving as stage hands, film assistants, actor aids, and a fuck ton other roles Bakugo can't name off the top of his head.
Beefy Owl-headed security guards continue looking towards the trailer, reminding him far too uncomfortably of seagull-headed life guards on the beach when he first arrived. Great, more birds he'll have no problem frying the living fuck out of if they bother him. He's done it before, he'll do it again, and apparently they know that.
Words. Shit, this guy's still here?] It's not a resort, dumbass. It's an entity posing as one. We're its food.
[You want answers, you follow him! And take what you're given without asking a shit load of questions! Despite Bakugo being one who demanded to a shit load of questions on his first month. Once Yato's out of the trailer and down the steps, he heads forward, not wanting to get caught up in whatever production they're doing here.]
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[Probably tempting fate with those words, but they're out there now. Too late to take them back, not that Yato wants to anyway. He's too preoccupied with marveling at the chaos around them, with people running this way and that and toting clothes and props around. There's plenty of others who look like they're in the same predicament as them, wearing skimpy robes or slinky clothes and sexy costumes. Although it's those owl-headed folks that make him do a double take, if only because they stand out a bit more than the glitzy attire.
Pushing off the burnt out trailer, Yato gingerly makes his way after Bakugo, wanting to at least keep close to someone until he's got a better grasp of the place. Not going to let on that he's a touch skittish when visible in large crowds, though...]
But-- [He glances at the Watch on his wrist with it's little welcome blurb, frowning as he glances back up at Bakugo's back.] So we're gonna get digested?
[That doesn't sound quite right, but with what little info the kid's giving him, it's all he's got. Picking up the pace, he falls in line beside Bakugo, fiddling with the Watch in an attempt to remove it. It doesn't seem to want to budge, though...]
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[Growled in retort as Bakugo ducks around another rack of clothes. It's like dodging fucking traffic in here! Yato's retort continues needling him. He has no idea what this guy's abilities are or how tough he is. But he never approaches a challenge with the idea he'll lose in his head. Doing so means you've already lost! Death broached as a topic, he's gonna probably have to explain that shit to him before their first meeting here's up. Great. Another fun conversation.
Where the hell's the end of this set? He twists to the side and avoids a set of dancers rushing to their next appointment. Mixing old-school sandbags and crosshatch rigging with modern wires and hydraulics, seems like every method of theater and movie making is in use back here. Yato better keep up because Bakugo's not (often) keeping tabs on his tagalong's whereabouts.]
No. I assume it feeds on our energy and emotions. [As headcase as it sounds, it makes the most sense compared to their alternatives. Maybe those who got turned to stone got "digested" in a sense, but Bakugo knows they've simply been sent back home. He won't accept any other result.] Stop messing with that; no one's gotten those things off even if they can lop off a damn hand or limb.
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[Since he's lacking his own, it stands to reason the kid would be, too. Except that he seemed perfectly capable of creating explosions back in the trailer. Hmm... Maybe he shouldn't goad him so much in that case. Still, maybe he had firecrackers or something? Stranger things have already happened, that's for sure.
Hopping right through a rack of clothes rather than go around it, Yato can't help ogling said dancers a little bit, with their sparkly attire and feathered headdresses. It really is like a maze in here, with shit everywhere and hardly any open space that isn't being used in some manner or form. Thankfully Yato is nimble and flexible, dodging people and props alike.]
Oh, well that's not so bad, then. Provided it doesn't suck us dry. You sure don't seem like a husk, though~ [Given that ayakashi feed on negativity, it's not too bonkers of a notion to him. What's weirder is the watch, honestly. He gives it a final shake before giving up.] Seriously? Is it like... one of those GPS thingies?
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[Bakugo's not gonna waste his time and energy on a futile endeavor. This bastard can assume what he wants. His boots go from grinding on concrete and stepping atop wooden frames to a soft husk as he reaches plush carpeted halls and the resort more proper. This entire floor's completely consumed by movie sets and other theatrics, but the ground floor and lobby should be free of transformation. Minus the theming on restaurants and workers.
Of course this guy's still behind him. Didn't lose him in the hustle and bustle, unfortunately. Athletic, resilient, quick, reactive, there's more to this guy. He's not some fool getting blown up normally. Tch, great. Bakugo wasn't stopping to let him catch up though. No he was making sure the elevator wasn't getting ready to open and let out a rush into the damn hall. Right.]
It's a smart watch. [Do they have those in this guy's world? Assume not.] Think of it as a small computer strapped to your wrist. [Bakugo heads for the stairwell near the elevator.]
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[Infinite respawns, huh...? Like gods being able to reincarnate. It's enough to get him frowning seriously in thought; for an ayakashi or entity to have that kind of power... It's either incredible or some kind of trick. Could it be that it's all just a dream...? It's one hell of a vivid dream, if that's the case.
Oh well. Either way, what matters is the here and now, and this place is getting more and more interesting as the movie set gives way to a more proper hotel experience, complete with carpets and golden halls. Like your average tourist, Yato can't help gawking as they walk, his eyes seeing yen signs in everything. Maybe he could sneak away with a chunk of gold pillar or something once he finds the exit...]
Aah... [He makes a noise of acknowledgement, but it's uncertain - clearly he's not sure what that entails, until Bakugo explains further, causing his eyebrows to raise.] They've really come a long way with computers, damn. I remember when they were big honking things that took up rooms. [Showing your age there, Yato. At least physically he's as nimble and spry as a kid, keeping up with Bakugo easily.]
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[Dying and coming back basically ruins a guest and removes all their "progress" in the resort. Thankfully their progress in Game 52 doesn't get reset, but like hell is Bakugo gonna tell this guy about all of that perverted crap. Someone else can inform him! He expects him to do the work in his head about killing based on what he just learned. Ironically, the victim who got killed is the one who pays the heavier price for the "inconvenience" of the resort reviving their dead ass.]
Haa? [Bakugo's expression wrinkles in a line from brow to nose to lips, a confused sneer thrown over his shoulder at Yato with a once over following.] What the hell are you, some geezer stuck in a teenage body?
[Yeah, don't think he missed the implication.]
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[So even if he can't strictly die permanently here, it's no good to go getting yourself killed for stupid reasons, it seems. Makes sense, but is a bummer all the same. He was kind of hoping that if they couldn't die they could just fight their way out of here. Makes sense they can't, though. It'd be too damn easy, and if this place thrives off them being captives, it wouldn't give them an easy out.]
Not a geezer! An ancient and noble god, I'll have you know! [It's said proudly, with a hand splayed on his chest and his nose slightly upturned. Rude punk...] So respect your elders a bit, why don't you! Otherwise I may be tempted to smite you for your insolence.
[Not really, but sometimes it's fun to play the part of a vengeful god.]
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[Those who have people they can rely on to take care of them and don't give a shit about money and possession, yeah, feel free to go Happy Death Day cause fuck the results. That is not most people.
The problem with fighting their way out is there's... no "way out" to go against. Things like the front door and windows to the outside are nonexistent as far as Bakugo's aware. There was a rumor/story about someone managing to break through the "outermost wall" and all he saw was endless void before getting sucked back in or sent back home as punishment. Bakugo's not sure if the tale's true or not. If Yato finds out more, feel free to talk plot with him.]
What the hell's "noble" about you? You got blown up and were ogling girls like a creepy old man! [What, you think he missed Yato giving the eye to those showgirls a moment back? AS if.]
Smite yourself and die. [He doesn't believe his ability to do any smiting, though notably doesn't seem to distrust his claims at being a god. Wouldn't be the first one here. Bakugo heads down the stairs, deliberately avoiding the elevator.]
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[He's nothing if not ambitious, if perhaps a touch overzealous and maybe a little delusional if he thinks things are going to be as simple as that.
If there being nothing but a void outside the resort proves true, that'll certainly put a damper on Yato's plans to force his way out of this place. But one never knows for sure unless they try, so! Nosy McNoserson is gonna snoop until he gets some kind of answers. It seems easier than simply playing the game for months on end all the time, anyway.]
I'll have you know there's plenty noble about me. I rescue souls and train them so they don't get eaten or corrupted! And hey, there's no shame in admiring the beauty life has to offer! [At least he keeps his hands to himself and isn't a total perv? Small wins...]
You just told me not to, you tsundere. [Not quite what Bakugo said, but hey, he's free to tease him about it. Once they're in the stairwell, he hops up on the handrail and starts sliding down on it, glancing at the kid as he passes him by.] How come you didn't take that elevator back there? That's what it was, wasn't it?
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[Is this his first time hearing about the real reason he's in this place? Whoops. Enjoy having a bucket of cold water thrown over your rising hot dreams. Bakugo berates himself internally for even grumbling the comment out, since now he's stuck with giving Yato the rundown of this thing's perverted tendencies.
Bakugo tried busting through the roof when he first got here, but no avail. Didn't even put a damn scratch on what's supposed to be GLASS, and that was at full strength. It'll take more than one person to get everyone out of this shithole; everyone's going to have to work together to overthrow the House.]
You're some kind of shinigami? [First thing that came to mind. Not gonna comment on admiring beauty. Yato's gonna fit in well if his eyes' already perverted.]
SHUT UP!! ANNOYING!! [Don't call him a "tsun" dammit! If Yato's going to slide down the banister, Bakugo hops the entire railing and drops down the central shaft. Flashes right past Yato all the way down. A single "Boom!" from both hands right before he hits floor pops him back up and breaks his fall, so he can land easily. Waiting for Yato to reach him to answer.]
Something perverted's always in the elevator.
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[Apparently the answer to that is, yes, this is the first he's heard of sex being involved. While it would explain why he woke up in close quarters with the kid, it still manages to take him by surprise, sending him to a screeching halt as his grip on the railing tightens momentarily.
Once Yato finds out how damn durable (resilient?) this place/thing is, his bubble's gonna burst like a balloon. Since without his shinki, that leaves only improvised weapons which aren't anywhere near as effective. Though it does make one wonder what they could accomplish with a single, massive attack...]
You might say that. More a God of Fortune, though. Happiness and all that. [Truthfully he could be considered one due to his past, but he's not going into that can of worms. Not with a kid whose name he doesn't even know.]
Bleeeeh~ [Resuming his slide, he sticks his tongue out at Bakugo before the blond jumps the railing, beating him to the bottom by a wide margin. Little punk... Not that it was a competition or anything, but still. He hops off the railing as Bakugo answers, giving him a bewildered look.]
Just what kind of place is this if there's kinky shit in elevators and what's that about sex? [He can't seem to believe his ears. He thought the resort was after their energy! Not... not that!]
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Huh? So you're the one people ring temple bells at and tie papers on trees every New Year? [Complete lack of reverence in his tone. Bakugo's world isn't very focused on religion outside of traditional things, ceremonies, holidays, and the like. Some people have it, but most are far too caught up in superheroes, villains, Quirks, technology, and science to really look further.
Bakugo shoves his hands into his pockets once more and heads for the door in front of them, pulling it open with a foot on the golden petal step at the bottom. The stairs likely assume people's hands are busy with other things, so have alternative options. Pervert.]
It's a fucking sentient monster that kidnaps people and keeps them in this bullshit place to have sex and stress out!! [Okay that's being A LITTLE BIASED, but it's also one version of the truth.]
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Exactly! I bring happiness to people and help solve their problems! [It's a little disappointing he's getting like zero awe and respect, but given Bakugo's snarly attitude, that doesn't come as much of a surprise. Still leaves him pouting and trying to puff up his own importance, though.
Hurrying to catch up, Yato gawks at the explanation, suddenly seeming to put all the pieces together. That explains the lack of clothes, the pervy elevator, the scantily clad ladies, and any other number of things. Still a shocker, however!]
Seriously?? [His voice might have jumped a few octaves there...] Wait, just how old are you, anyway? You can't be more than seventeen, right?
[Worried about him? It's more likely than you might think.]
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You're gonna be popular here. [Droned in a tone suggesting anything but. Popular? Yes, especially if he continues with the servile mindset of making everyone happy. Problem solving is likely gonna be twisted into something perverted as well. If yato was a god in his own world, he's gonna be dragged down to the mortal realm with a hard impact here.
Bakugo heads out of the stairwell, revealing they're on the ground floor. The lobby, where a lot of hustle and bustle is almost always happening. Where exactly are they going? No real clue. Anywhere to get away from the perverted movie magic going on above them. Maybe he'll go to the Red Cardinal. That place is one of the few in the resort that doesn't tolerate any of the resort's shenanigans. Yato could use a neutral place to get his head around all this.]
I'M EIGHTEEN, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!! [Not another bastard freaking out about age and sex!!] YOU LOOK EVEN YOUNGER THAN ME, SO SHUT THE HELL UP!!
[... touchy ...]
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Oh~? You think so? [Either he's oblivious to the sarcasm or he's choosing to ignore it. Probably the latter. It doesn't do any good to meet trouble halfway, so he might as well look on the bright side of things, right? Even if he's gotta bang fifty-two people to get home, that could be fifty-two more friends!
Never let it be said he lacks optimism.Like a lost puppy, which he kind of is, Yato follows along at Bakugo's heels, taking in all the sights and going-ons around them. It's a lot to adjust to, that's for sure, so he'll definitely appreciate somewhere calm and somewhat sane for him to come to terms with their situation. Somebody less testy would've been nice, but at least the kid isn't withholding all the information from him. He appreciates that, if nothing else.]
I was close...! [Though he can't help preening a bit at being called younger. Hehehe~] It's my youthful good looks!
[Touchy grump, though. Sheesh...]
So... does that mean you've already...? [He makes a gesture with both hands, clearly implying the dreaded word: "sex." Nosy god.]
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