supergaybabyjail | It's time for Round Two!

Post-game, the survivors decide to solve some small mystery (like who took the cookie from the cookie jar) with a trial. Just because.

Anyone wandering into the Future Foundation's cafeteria would find the alarming sight of a group of new recruits standing in a circle, chairs set up in front of them like podiums, one for each of them and one with... a cookie jar sitting in it?

Isabelle cleared her throat and read off her clipboard. "We know that somebody ate all the cookies between three and five this afternoon. Everyone was there for lunch and saw them going into the jar, and Dave said he took one at three."

"There were still a ton in there," Dave added from his spot. "I only had one, I swear. Do you think I could've eaten a whole jar of cookies in one go?"

Kayneth gave a flourish of his hand. "With the metabolism of teenage boys, I wouldn't be surprised..."

"Dave-kun would've been honest about it if he did, British guy," Haruka said. "You know, all 'Haruchin, your baking is a gift from the heavens, I ate all thirty-six cookies, please transfer to the Kalos base because main headquarters does not deserve your glory! Also, the reason I hid in the library makeout closet to eat them because there were crumbs and grey hair in there is because of my shame and blond is totally close enough to grey, and I only threw a picnic blanket halfway into the wormhole machine to cover my tracks because Haruchin having to do the dumbest things in investigations is a time-honoured tradition, so the mystery is solved!' But he didn't say that, so it probably wasn't him."

Harvey facepalmed. "Kid, I really don't get you... And what's this about dumb things?"

"...nobody told you about slipping and falling in your blood, did they, or the lavatory..." Kayneth grumbled as if he hadn't had anything to do with the latter.

Haruka rubbed the back of her neck. "Yahaha."

"This whole trial is stupid," Silver said, shifting on his heels. "Didn't we go through enough of these in the hotel? It's just cookies. You can make more."

Kureha's bear ears perked up. "Just food? Coming from you, that's suspicious. Didn't you used to hoard rations, gao gao?"

"That was for survival!" Silver snapped, a little too quickly.

Dave raised his eyebrows over his shades. "The bro doth protest too much. I know you got a food stash at home, man."

"Whoa, whoa, maybe we should think about this first." Rufioh waved his arms in front of himself. "I mean... there was grey hair in that closet, and Silver's is red, right?"

Allie shifted uncomfortably. "Weavile's isn't. His fur is that same dark grey. We already tested it against Kureha's and hers was too light, and Futo's not here, so..."

Silver stepped back, a hand on his belt. "So... so what if I -- That doesn't prove anything! I could've just been there before! Or it could be somebody else!"

"So we're doing this again, are we?" Kayneth couldn't roll his eyes hard enough.

Duster gave him a reassuring look before turning his attention to Silver. "If you did it, we won't hurt you. We just want to know. Those cookies were for everyone."

"Oooooooor we could just check the security cameras," Allie said, leaning towards Silver with a grin.

Silver took another step back from his chair, put his hands over his face, and began to laugh menacingly... before stopping and shaking his head.

"Okay, no, that was creepy."

"You THINK!?" Dave recoiled. "I thought you were gonna go murderschool on us, bro!"

"I thought you were possessed!" Haruka offered.

Silver groaned into his hands. "Fine, fine, next time I'll just take one... Maybe. Possibly. No promises."

"I think we have a verdict," Isabelle said. "Um, what are we supposed to do now?"

"Lecture the kid on stealing food?" Harvey shrugged.

"He's never gonna learn," Allie said, patting Silver's shoulder. "I say this with love."

Silver, for his part, was turning as red as his hair again.

Any characters who didn't get along or were avoiding each other after their round reconciling.

Agent Washington is apparently really good at impressions, so give us some fun ones-- like Wash impersonating Tsukiyama or Monobear, or even some of the Future Foundation 'heroes'.

They didn't get together as often as they'd have liked, but if there was one time that most of the class of the Hotel Field Trip Life of Mutual Killing (or the Despair Delinquents, that was shorter) could still all meet up, even those who had returned to their home obligations, it was at Future Foundation parties. And, subsequently, in an empty dorm wing (they'd sworn off booking up blocks of hotels together) after Future Foundation parties, all full of just enough hope and far too much alcohol.

Given that, it was only natural that Agent Washington, bastion of maturity at all times (okay, maybe with this group that was actually true in comparison), climbed on top of the bed while a cluster of his classmates had crammed themselves into the room and were looking up, sitting on the floor.

"Your grievances aren't my problem." He pushed up a pair of invisible glasses and looked down his nose at the gathered audience. "May I remind you that if you wish to speak to a counselor, you can contact the correct division for it. We all have to suffer, you know. I haven't had caviar in three days."

The Future Foundation employees among them howled with laughter, and even those who had gone back home rather than sign up snorted or chuckled, remembering the one or two conversations they'd had with the Super High School Level Heir currently being mocked. Tucker and Dave gave each other high fives.

"That was perfect, Pops," Dave said, tears rolling down his face. "Do Madison next. I dare you."

"Madison, huh? I'll warn you, I might be a little rusty on this one..." Wash ran his hand back through his hair and cleared his throat, switching to a snide falsetto. "Ahem. What do you mean, you friendship-talked the monster to death? I brought a tank for a reason, asshole. I could have gone shopping instead of sit around here." He capped the impression off by grabbing an open bottle of wine someone had pilfered from the party and taking a swig right from the bottle.

"Whoo!" Maya cheered. "I mean, I've never actually talked to Madison, but I bet that's flawless!"

"It is. Trust me." Silver shook his head. "Hey. As long as we're having you make fun of our seniors, do the priest. That'll be fun."

"Ah, but isn't he not a Future Foundation member?" Meridiana asked, snuggled between Silver and Dave.

"Former, I think." Dave shrugged. "Close enough for horseshoes and planet bombs. C'mon, D-Pops, lay it on us."

"Well, all right." Wash swayed a little and coughed. "Rejoice, Dave Strider. You, your girlfriend, and the collective harem the two of you somehow managed to gather just by being nice to everyone have found your happiness. Somehow. Amidst despair, suffering, and over one hundred cardboard facsimiles of myself and why did you keep some of them and give them all those rubber horse masks."

The group erupted into peals of laughter again, enough that the actual Future Foundation seniors they'd been having Wash impersonate all night could probably hear them somewhere down the hall.

"Now you've got it!" Tucker grabbed Wash's hand and yanked him to flop down on the bed, into their own cuddle pile with Maya. "See, you guys, I told you he was flawless."

"Not exactly," Wash said, face turning red. "I mean. Maybe flawlessly drunk. Shouldn't have chugged that wine."

"It's a sacrifice you made for the sake of accuracy," Maya chirped. "Come on, I want to hear you try Beat next!"

They kept him going until one in the morning, in the murderschool tradition of senseless silliness that would never get out to their seniors. ...Or would get out before the next day, actually, but nobody had noticed Henri's red eye gleaming in the air vent as he filmed the entire thing.

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Kayneth getting petty revenge on Tsukiyama.

Jumba and Haruka sharing bonding over giving everyone nicknames.

In the past month, it had been clear that Haruka was settling in at the Future Foundation better than expected. Maybe it was the protag tradition. Maybe it was the fact that most of the other seven awkward teenagers she'd had varying degrees of confusing romantic tension with were there too. But maybe it was also that the existing staff were just too entertaining. For example, the old alien guy who hung out in the labs all the time making hilarious genetic experiments. Sure, Aniki disapproved, something about chimeras and cults or whatever, but he just needed to lighten up! Jumba was great. Anyone who ate her raspberry-lime muffins without question (and they were amazing) couldn't be that bad.

"Ah, little repair girl!" Jumba downed one of said muffins in one bite, including the wrapper. "How are cooking lessons with little dog girl? Jumba heard that there were no fires today in falafel attempt."

"Is that the bare minimum?" Haruka dramatically sulked for about two seconds and bounced back up. "Actually, it's going great! I'm not fantastic with the deep-fryer yeeeeeeeet, but Isa-chan's, like, perfect, so with her help I'll be able to make everything in no time. I mean, I'll need someone else to teach me how to make stuff with meat, since she doesn't eat it if it's not fish, buuut..."

Jumba gave a hearty laugh. "Is better than time you spoke about, with little purple boy helping with the chiffon cake?"

Haruka sniffed. "Don't remind me. I guess I probably should've known a Super High School Level Something-related-to-food wouldn't automatically be a great chef. I mean. Aside from the he-actually-eats-people thing. No offence, Tsukiyama-san -- I know he's not actually here, but I kinda feel like I have to say it just in case he teleports in anyway when someone talks about him? Oh, but speaking of whom!" She jumped back to the conversation. "I got another postcard from them. I guess Ryuutan discovered glitter gel pens. And stocked up on stickers."

"Ryuutan?" Jumba scratched his head. "Oh! Little sculptor who wears loud shoes. Jumba met him once, is nice boy. Is too bad they do not take visitors."

Haruka gave a nervous laugh at that. "I guess it's super dangerous there, plus they... well, anyway! You wanted to hear about that one time Meri-Meri walked in on me putting her underwear on a statue, right?"

"Jumba always likes to hear stories from the games he wasn't in," he said. "Underwear on a statue? Well, is not as bad as time General Fink took little pegasus girl and loud explosion boy on mission together. Only one time. His judgment, it is not very good, even when Jumba met him. He was Colonel Fink then. Was probably worse."

"Oh, yeah, you said he and Prince Lion-Face made you mad for a while," Haruka mused. "I forgot his name again. I know I've heard it, like, ten times by now and he works here, so I'll probably get it eventually."

"Is no matter!" Jumba laughed. "Everyone knows who little repair girl talks about anyway, even with silly names. Jumba finds that a lot himself."

Haruka looked around at the confused lab techs trying desperately not to look like they were listening in and trying to figure out who was who in this mess of a conversation.

"Hmm. I guess you're right."

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There are too many scrawny people in Round 3! Have some of the buff characters train them, or Isabelle/the dads cooks lots of food for the skinny teenagers and Kayneth.

"Ninety-six! Ninety-seven! Ninety-nine!"

Dave flopped over face first on the gym mat and groaned. "You're killing me, D-Pops. This is legit murder. How do you feel about this."

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad." Washington shook his head and crouched down beside him. "The others are doing just fine."

Ryoji smiled wide. "Isn't this fun? Even if we're tired, this really makes me feel... alive, for lack of a better word. Besides, it's great to do with your friends!"

"Speak for yourself," Allie said. "I just wanna shower and sleep. Besides, do you even get tired?"

Haruka looked up from the floor, having collapsed in a heap somewhere around thirty push-ups. "I thought you just agreed to this so you could pick up cute people at the gym."

"There's that too!" Ryoji's happy flower aura came back again, unapologetic.

Wash sighed. "Look, kids, I know you don't want to do this, but it's for your health. We don't want any of you wasting away. Isabelle and the others are cooking some food for when you guys get out of the shower, so just think about that if it'll get you through the next part."

"There's a next part?" Allie's jaw dropped.

"Five laps, remember?" Ryoji beamed so brightly that the others listlessly punched him in the side all at once.

"Forget murder school," Haruka said as she got to her feet. "If Monaka-chan really wanted us to despair, she should have just sent us to the gym."

The Teenage Polyblob asks Maya, Tucker, and Wash for relationship advice.

Draw ANY group of people in the game like this ( http://imagine-your-oc.tumblr.com/post/128187717960/imagine-your-ocs-like)

Imagine your character's case files....

okay so I could only write this as one of those "imagine this headcanon" posts that are pretty much fanfiction in themselves just nobody ever says so but

imagine that, in r4, the protagonist is Sai from Angelic Layer (or the one from Hikaru no Go or the one from that harem trash show Daimaou or I think there's one in Naruto but I only ever saw one episode of Naruto back in high school and I think it was a filler besides)

and the twist is that they're all clones or mirror duplicates or idec just not the original them

and the final investigation has files on all the previous canon protags in chronological order, marked in the same way all the other files we've seen have been

just so the mastermind can stealth-insult the protag

with files marked TWO BIT SAI

substitute STR from Black★Rock Shooter if you thought Dave was more protag than Haruka
idekman
I thought it was funny

Hope's Army faces the Despair Delinquents in a competition. R1s judge.

Ah, interservice games. The banners were up, the bleachers were filled, and the judges from the Second Island Life of Mutual Killing were sitting at their tables, watching the chaos unfold before them.

"All right, losers," Madison said with a hair toss and a swig of a water bottle that most definitely did not have water in it. "Your first test is the obstacle course. We picked one of you from each team to -- oh, fuck it, this is gonna be a trainwreck no matter what I do."

Ryuunosuke's face contorted from the R3 team's spot. "Hey, that's not--"

The whistle blew regardless, and he scrambled to his feet and ran gasping for air to the first obstacle. On the other side, Schuldig was already clearing the tires and on to the mud puddle.

"Tough bananas," the obviously more fit of the cynical gingers called back, blowing a mock kiss. "Maybe you should have gone for competitive knitting!"

"I was late to the signup sheet! This was the only thing le-- whoa!" Ryuunosuke tripped and ended up a tangle in the tires.

Madison groaned and began to chug her Definitely Not Water.

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Jimmy rubbed the back of his head and leafed through his notes. "Eheheh, so, uhh... Your game is a strongman competition! Two people from each team will be lifting one of these giant tires. Whoever gets it up wins!"

Haruka and Beat immediately covered their mouths to keep from bursting out laughing. Allie facepalmed. Anna, like the poor speaker/judge himself, blinked and made a note to herself to ask Naomi what the accidental innuendo was.

"...Guys?"

"Sorry, Jimsonweed," Beat wheezed. "Just, just gotta get over this for a s--bwahahahaha!"

"Okay, that makes this contest better!" Haruka held her sides, doubled over. "I was worried that going up against you guys was gonna be too hard!"

Beat fell over laughing at that one. Allie groaned and dragged her hand down her face.

"I don't know these people, I don't know these people..."

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Veronica nervously shifted in front of the microphone. "This one's an accuracy test. Darts and balloons. Are you ready?"

"About as ready as anyone is for this," Dave said. "Born ready. Conceived ready. Conceived in a test tube on a meteor, but you know what I mean."

"Actually, I have no idea!" Cynthia offered helpfully, inspecting her darts.

"On your mark, get set..." Veronica began.

"Hold up," Dave said. "Not that I don't want to win this for our obviously superior team, but do you guys have some, fuck, I don't know, super-cameras to make sure I'm not using my time powers on this? Causing the next doping scandal is not what I'm here to do. Usually."

"I'll have to--"

The three of them were interrupted by an explosion of dust, fire, and what was hopefully not pink blood. They paused.

"What was going on over there again?" Cynthia asked. "Does anybody know?"

"Uhh..." A passing Tyrone Speedwagon checked his schedule. "Checkers."

"Checkers?"

"Yeah, uh... says here, Kotomine Kirei versus Tsukiyama Shuu, is that right, I can't even pronounce that..."

All three of them slowly facepalmed.

So how are the "loved ones" that Coach Monobear kidnapped in Smash Ronpa doing? Have they befriended each other? What are they doing for food/water? How does everyone feel knowing that their lives are on the same level as the well-being of a Wii Balance Board

MARIO

It’s Mario who wakes up first, and it’s Mario who organizes the effort to get them all down, though Rouge is something of a help here. They swing at each other, they try unravelling the ropes, they try anything they can to get themselves down. But nothing works. Eventually, it’s Mario who manages to get them down. With every ounce of strength he has, he manifests fire from his fist and burns his own rope.

He has burn wounds now. His clothes are charred and it’s only through his own acrobatic prowess that he doesn’t meet his end upon hitting the floor. Almost immediately disregarding his own injures, Mario goes about setting the others free. It’s through this act that he almost immediately establishes himself as the leader of their group, even if he’s amongst the shortest of them.

FLINT

It’s Flint who first attacks Monobear. When that goddamn bear comes in and starts ranting and raving about how they’re all going to die unless their friends decide to murder, he strikes. Though he’s punished by the bear afterwards, he knows it was worth it. That goddamn bear has his kids - maybe even has his wife, and just the hit he manages to get on him is worth it for that. He made sure it was done as hard as he possibly could.

DOC LOUIS

It’s Doc who gives up shares of his food for the others. Each day, rations are lowered in for the group and they’re meager. This is not a location with daily specials or chocolate bars or anything like that, and Doc’s stomach growls with ferocity on a near-hourly basis. But when he sees the others - he can’t help but give it away. Mario tries to talk him out of it every day, but Doc knows that there are kids here, older individuals than him. Every time there’s an objection, Doc just chuckles and cracks wise, even on the verge of starvation.

CAP’N CUTTLEFISH

It’s Cap’n Cuttlefish that keeps them entertained as best as he can. He leads the group in sea shanties, dances around like a maniac, regales them with tales of his granddaughters, tries to do anything for a laugh - but it gets more and more dismal with every passing day. Even if the situation looks bleak, he keeps going and going and going - though he just might be the most frightened one of all.

BALANCE BOARD

It’s Balance Board who seems to understand this all the least. It doesn’t need to eat and he doesn’t need to rest and that quite possibly makes it the most conservative member of the group, even if it comes at the price of it not having any grasp of this situation at all. It cheerfully offers the others the chance to “check-in on their weight” near-constantly, and it’s always depressing results. If only because it seems to come down every time they check it. Balance Board does not grasp why this is a bad thing.

Okay, but what if the redhead Luigi found unconscious WAS Lysandre.

When in doubt, Lysandre could always find it in himself to blame Tyrone Speedwagon. One minute, Lysandre had been reporting a dimensional irregularity and a trace of one of his old employees no one had seen since he blew up the region, the next, somebody just had to make use of the wormhole machine room because the makeout closet was taken, and before he could say anything to the effect of "I am still under house arrest," he'd fallen through to a...

What was this? A camp?

He stumbled -- keeping your footing going through those things was always harder when you were seven feet tall -- and looked around. He had to admit that he'd never actually been to a summer camp, but this looked a good deal like they'd always appeared on television and such. Cabins, a mess hall, greenery, a flag...

A flag with a Monobear on it.

"C’est des conneries," he grumbled, and reached for his Holo-Caster. "I had better get a signal in here..."

"Boss-man?"

Lysandre paused, finger on the dial button. Slowly, he started to turn around. He hadn't made it the whole way when something hit him from behind.

"Whoa," he heard Clarice (unmistakably) say as he fell. "Sorry, but I guess this is my lucky day. Wherever you came from, you're gonna be easier to frame than the lance lady from medieval Orre or wherever, y'know?"

He didn't know, but he wasn't in any condition to argue the point.

Luigi and Naveen bond over being gimmick round protags.

It was a rare occasion for the survivors of the Tragic Kingdom (minus Bill Cipher) to gather at once. But once they all got a fairly urgent distress signal from Agent P, and forms of transportation for those who lacked the capability to make it to O.W.C.A. Headquarters, it was clear that they had relatively little choice in the matter. There were some grumblings from one ex-student that this was all unnecessary, and was likely to be unimportant because he was just an animal, and despite his human headgear, he was still an animal and was likely to be unable to decide when things were important or not...because he was an animal.

Gaston was proven wrong fairly quickly.

It is far easier for the survivors of the Smash Life of Mutual Killing (minus Betrayus) to gather. This is almost always owed to The Elite Beat Agents, whom managed to form a pretty concrete web of communication and transportation, even for those ex-campers who declined their offer. But the Agents always had a way of getting in touch with everyone.

It was the rarest of occasions for the two groups to gather at the same place. At the same time, even.

Naveen wasn’t much for Perry’s own form of seriousness regarding their gatherings, but was rather distressed about the idea that another killing game existed. He lets out a sigh of relief when it’s finally confirmed by King Mickey that the statue is still in the same place, but the possibility is still enough to get him to cater to the platypus’s requests for discretion when dealing with these strangers.

For that reason, their first official “meet and greet” is held at O.W.C.A. headquarters, which greatly annoys Naveen. If the rumors about the Elite Beat Agents were true, he would’ve loved to have been at their HQ instead.

But that didn’t keep the party from being...decent, at least. At the very least, the two groups seemed to be mingling well. Everybody seemed to have some sort of conversational partner. Shadow and Agent P himself discussed the possibility of an OWCA/EBA merger in the far corner of the room. Wiitney led both his wife and Anna in...what appeared to be some sort of exercise regiment. Even Elizabeth, despite insistence that she had other obligations, seemed to be content with holding a reasonable conversation with Winnie (unlike Hinawa, who had practically tackled the bear while screaming about how adorable he was).

That left him to be paired up with the plumber.

“So…” Naveen began, motioning to some of the campers from the Nintendo group who were very content on making lovey-dovey eyes at each other. “Your Monobear, he, ah, dumped quite a bit of pheromones into your camp, yes?”

“Eh?” Luigi looked up from the chocolate donut he was eating, speaking with his mouth full. “No, ah, I don’t-a think that was a moti-” He’s cut off by Naveen’s hand slapping against his back, which causes him to expel some donut.

“Relax, my friend!” Naveen chuckles, seamlessly pushing himself up from the wall onto one of the windows that was obviously not meant to be sat on. “You and I are not here for talk of ‘motives’ and ‘Monobears’, that is the job of Perry and your porcupine friend.”

After a few seconds of struggling and leg flailing, Luigi manages to make it up on to the window.

“Well, yeah…but still.” Luigi stutters out with the same exasperation one would come to expect from him. “There weren’t-a chemicals or-a anything like that.”

“You’re taking everything so literal!” Naveen waggles a finger at Luigi. “The only chemical that found it’s way into your camp was love. It is a strange thing, but it often works out that way. Even I became smitten during my tenor!”

Luigi would roll his eyes, but has relatively no time to do so when Naveen grabs his shoulder. “Tell me, my friend,” Naveen smirks. “Who is your special lady? Surely, one with a mustache as...brassiere-shaped as your own, you must have women lining up by the hundreds for a chance to meet with you!”

“Well…” Luigi rubs his arm the moment Naveen breaks away. “There’s-a...one girl.”

Naveen’s eyes light up like fireworks. “Yes! I knew it!” He smirks. “Tell me, who is she?”

“...Princess Daisy.”

“Such a lovely name! A princess too?” Naveen lets out a telling smirk. “I should’ve known! A hardworking overalls-clad man of the people such as yourself, he must have a princess to head home to every night!”

“Well, technically,” Luigi presses his gloves together anxiously. “We’re-a not actually together yet.”

Naveen’s expression becomes that of genuine confusion, and he leaps down from the window. “My dear Luigi, this will not do! Come, we shall make plans.”

“Plans…?”

“Why, to get your dear princess, of course! We must speak to her at once!” Naveen spins, enthusiastically, before he begins to wander off, without even urging for Luigi to follow. “Let us abandon this party! I know where Agent P keeps the teleporters.”

Luigi blinks. Then with a sigh, he gets down from the window and follows Naveen out of the room, wondering how he manages to keep getting roped into these things.

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Platonic bonding or something JUST GIVE IT TO ME

I just want Clarice developing horrible one-sided crushes on all the campers (That are of age, of course)

but especially clarice x elizabeth

Ashley/Pittoo and Yomiel/Clair go on a double date.

Bonus points for Neph/Alastor or Clarice and Shadow.

More bonus points if Pittoo keeps plotting against Yomiel the entire time- not my prompt but it's needed

There continue to be multiple man-behind-the-mans after Ganondorf.

Ike and Neph meet up after their rounds and Ike has to tell post-Smash Ronpa Neph what he did...

Bonus points for someone popcorning in the background.

More bonus points if she acknowledges having had a crush on him in the past like I headcanon (but lbr, everyone crushed on Ike)...

Also not mine but come on, this will be a trainwreck.

Clarice/Lysandre

Doesn't even need to be shippy.

Bill/Betrayus or Bill + Betrayus, the two gimmick round official assholes hang and bitch about how no one else has a sense of humor

R3 Wario is somehow involved in the events of Smash Ronpa

We've had Dave/Meri and Dave/Silver on this, give me some Meri/Silver.

DRRP All-Stars round. Nothing but returning characters going into a murdercan. Go.

Write out a bad end for any round.

What if R3 really did get Protag Duster?

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Wow I wonder who this could beeee?

1/3 (other parts coming later)

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of chocolate donuts and daisies

Wiitney X Clair stuff

Clarice X Everyone

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