[A delivery birb drops off a package with Dave today.
It's filled with a few snacks, some escape ropes and potions, and other useful items-- moreso for a human than a pokémon. After all, when taking care of Pokémon, it's a lot easier to forget your own stuff. There's even a set of warm socks! But nestled on top of said socks is a Happiny Meal Toy. A wind-up Electabuzz that trots around your table.
Oddly enough, though, there's no name on the note attached; just a little note that says 'Happy Birthday' and 'take care of yourself'.]
It's filled with a few snacks, some escape ropes and potions, and other useful items-- moreso for a human than a pokémon. After all, when taking care of Pokémon, it's a lot easier to forget your own stuff. There's even a set of warm socks! But nestled on top of said socks is a Happiny Meal Toy. A wind-up Electabuzz that trots around your table.
Oddly enough, though, there's no name on the note attached; just a little note that says 'Happy Birthday' and 'take care of yourself'.]
Edited 2015-12-04 01:19 (UTC)
[All right. She can't type up a whole message and then delete it anymore. This isn't the same as before, there's a real need and want to talk. It's hard, but eventually Dave will get this message.]
so do you ever see a post in the wide and wonderful interweb and think
"wow is that person me or some genetic clone of me
how do they know this feeling i have so well"
and then you read comments and you kind of forget WHAT exactly you were thinking
and you just get sad
um
shit where was i going with this
dave
i dont remember what happened at home
but i feel like i did something bad
i feel like i did a lot of things i would not be proud of and that might have disappointed you
but also put you in the position of having to hold this information so i wouldnt find out
dave
i am so sorry
i thought if i just didnt bring up my doubts it would all be okay and nobody would have to worry
i was wrong
i did something bad
i probably SAID something bad too
maybe stuff that made you doubt how i feel about you and our friends?
theres a lot of stuff i didnt say to all of you in the past, though sometimes i wanted to talk about it, i didnt want to be a downer with my shitty lonely personal life
i dont want us to have secrets anymore, dave
you are one of my very best friends and i always felt a little less lonely when talking to you
now we are getting to go on a journey that isnt a convoluted chess game filled with death and time loops and clones
we cant fully appreciate this journey or each others company if theres things left unsaid
shit this went on a while
um
i will be in violet tomorrow
later
<3
so do you ever see a post in the wide and wonderful interweb and think
"wow is that person me or some genetic clone of me
how do they know this feeling i have so well"
and then you read comments and you kind of forget WHAT exactly you were thinking
and you just get sad
um
shit where was i going with this
dave
i dont remember what happened at home
but i feel like i did something bad
i feel like i did a lot of things i would not be proud of and that might have disappointed you
but also put you in the position of having to hold this information so i wouldnt find out
dave
i am so sorry
i thought if i just didnt bring up my doubts it would all be okay and nobody would have to worry
i was wrong
i did something bad
i probably SAID something bad too
maybe stuff that made you doubt how i feel about you and our friends?
theres a lot of stuff i didnt say to all of you in the past, though sometimes i wanted to talk about it, i didnt want to be a downer with my shitty lonely personal life
i dont want us to have secrets anymore, dave
you are one of my very best friends and i always felt a little less lonely when talking to you
now we are getting to go on a journey that isnt a convoluted chess game filled with death and time loops and clones
we cant fully appreciate this journey or each others company if theres things left unsaid
shit this went on a while
um
i will be in violet tomorrow
later
<3
Ken finally stopped trying to stay awake.
So.
Hey, I kinda owe you an explanation on some things. Like "yes I've experienced a disproportionate amount of violence in Death City."
And outside of it, too. I've been to Russia and Italy before, almost got thrown off of London Bridge by a werewolf. It's not entirely accurate to say that just *bombs* were involved, though there are a lot of people pretty adept with bombs, there was knives and claws and chainsaws, all sorts of stuff.
Just, you know, whatever.
Basically if you can imagine something really horrible happening to someone, outside of dying, it's happened to me.
Shockingly, no, it's not because I'm from a place called Death City and it's some metaphor for the afterlife or Hell, the name is just a coincidence.
Sorry, I'm rambling. You probably won't understand half of this crap.
So.
Hey, I kinda owe you an explanation on some things. Like "yes I've experienced a disproportionate amount of violence in Death City."
And outside of it, too. I've been to Russia and Italy before, almost got thrown off of London Bridge by a werewolf. It's not entirely accurate to say that just *bombs* were involved, though there are a lot of people pretty adept with bombs, there was knives and claws and chainsaws, all sorts of stuff.
Just, you know, whatever.
Basically if you can imagine something really horrible happening to someone, outside of dying, it's happened to me.
Shockingly, no, it's not because I'm from a place called Death City and it's some metaphor for the afterlife or Hell, the name is just a coincidence.
Sorry, I'm rambling. You probably won't understand half of this crap.
[A link arrives in Dave's inbox.]
[It is a link to an animated version of this song with a Jynx singing it.]
[It is a link to an animated version of this song with a Jynx singing it.]
hey uh Dave
I need to talk to you if thats okay?
just whenever you get a chance text me back
I need to talk to you if thats okay?
just whenever you get a chance text me back
[The Pidgey struggles with the package, since it's... rather large.]
[Inside is a small box of Pokepuffs, some Pikachu daifuku, two small boxes of chocolates (with a note for Dave specifying that they're for the girls on Valentine's Day, he's got you covered), some regular popcorn, some chocolate-drizzled popcorn, a small package of chocolate-chip cookies, three blankets (red, blue, and pink), and three winter coats (red, blue, and pink).]
[Inside is a small box of Pokepuffs, some Pikachu daifuku, two small boxes of chocolates (with a note for Dave specifying that they're for the girls on Valentine's Day, he's got you covered), some regular popcorn, some chocolate-drizzled popcorn, a small package of chocolate-chip cookies, three blankets (red, blue, and pink), and three winter coats (red, blue, and pink).]
I just got to cherrygrove today!!
it was not fun :) :)
BUT I got you your funny looking pokemon!
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does he work??
it was not fun :) :)
BUT I got you your funny looking pokemon!
bun.png
does he work??
[Ruby was an unashamedly affectionate person. She freely gave it, and was more than happy to receive it. She never found anything odd about this, except...
Except for today. Today she felt different. Not bad different, just. Different different. It was thanks to a strange, bubbly feeling in her chest, like there was a bird fluttering around inside it. On top of that, she had the strangest urge to seek out her companions, so at some point during the day, Dave will be getting a knock on his door.]
Heeeey Dave~!
Except for today. Today she felt different. Not bad different, just. Different different. It was thanks to a strange, bubbly feeling in her chest, like there was a bird fluttering around inside it. On top of that, she had the strangest urge to seek out her companions, so at some point during the day, Dave will be getting a knock on his door.]
Heeeey Dave~!
Mhhnn?
[Ruby can be forgiven for thinking Dave would be awake, given that it is an entirely reasonable hour of the day and Dave was definitely up for breakfast. Yet the Dave that opens the door to greet her is a bleary, cowlicky Dave, Missy Elliott the Larvesta tucked under his arm like a pillow despite her weight. He must have fallen asleep playing on his 'Gear.
He covers a yawn and rubs his eyes under his shades, mumbling:]
M'nn Ruby. 'Sup.
[Ruby can be forgiven for thinking Dave would be awake, given that it is an entirely reasonable hour of the day and Dave was definitely up for breakfast. Yet the Dave that opens the door to greet her is a bleary, cowlicky Dave, Missy Elliott the Larvesta tucked under his arm like a pillow despite her weight. He must have fallen asleep playing on his 'Gear.
He covers a yawn and rubs his eyes under his shades, mumbling:]
M'nn Ruby. 'Sup.
What city are you in? Also are you eating? Do you need more clothes? It's still very cold out you may need more clothes he is concerned about ykkkkkkkhhkkklkll
I had to yank the Pokegear away from my Gardevoir.
I had to yank the Pokegear away from my Gardevoir.
hahaha omg
[THAT'S SO CUTE]
ok well you can tell your gardevoir that me and my posse made it to goldenrod so were probably ok on the clothes front for a while given the wild variety of shopping opportunities here
also if i didnt eat i would be dead but here i am
so yes id say food is generally happening to my face often enough
howve you been man
[THAT'S SO CUTE]
ok well you can tell your gardevoir that me and my posse made it to goldenrod so were probably ok on the clothes front for a while given the wild variety of shopping opportunities here
also if i didnt eat i would be dead but here i am
so yes id say food is generally happening to my face often enough
howve you been man
[Ten days have passed, and they still haven't talked about it.
It's understandable, really. Between the Project L.U.C.Y. thing that Karkat had been in no way curious about, the move from Violet City to Goldenrod, and the plethora of new and exciting ways he'd discovered that being a human sucked, it'd been easy to find reasons not to have this conversation. He had enough on his nutrition plateau without ruminating on whether Dave's poker face seemed more forced than usual, or if the bags under his eyes (and shades) were growing any darker, and then with how fucking disastrously their last discussion about had gone... yeah. It was better just not to go there.
With life settled into something of a routine, though, the signs are as blatant as all the ones Karkat should have seen back on the meteor. He has enough experience with sleep deprivation to recognize it in others even without the fact that he and Dave are sharing a room to save money (seriously, fuck Goldenrod), and then with the state his best friend had been in yesterday and how he has yet to fucking turn up this morning... had Karkat just been fooling himself in thinking that Dave might be fine when he'd left earlier that morning? Probably.
Somehow resisting the urge to beat his fragile human skull against their door, Karkat glances once more down the hall to make sure that no one else is loitering around before letting himself inside, and... yep, Dave is still in bed. He looks like he's asleep, but who even knows anymore.]
... Hey, asshole. Don't make me come over there and kick you; you know I'll fucking do it.
[Or. Probably will. Maybe. Not just this moment, though; shutting the door behind him and flicking on the light as obnoxiously as possible will have to do.]
It's understandable, really. Between the Project L.U.C.Y. thing that Karkat had been in no way curious about, the move from Violet City to Goldenrod, and the plethora of new and exciting ways he'd discovered that being a human sucked, it'd been easy to find reasons not to have this conversation. He had enough on his nutrition plateau without ruminating on whether Dave's poker face seemed more forced than usual, or if the bags under his eyes (and shades) were growing any darker, and then with how fucking disastrously their last discussion about had gone... yeah. It was better just not to go there.
With life settled into something of a routine, though, the signs are as blatant as all the ones Karkat should have seen back on the meteor. He has enough experience with sleep deprivation to recognize it in others even without the fact that he and Dave are sharing a room to save money (seriously, fuck Goldenrod), and then with the state his best friend had been in yesterday and how he has yet to fucking turn up this morning... had Karkat just been fooling himself in thinking that Dave might be fine when he'd left earlier that morning? Probably.
Somehow resisting the urge to beat his fragile human skull against their door, Karkat glances once more down the hall to make sure that no one else is loitering around before letting himself inside, and... yep, Dave is still in bed. He looks like he's asleep, but who even knows anymore.]
... Hey, asshole. Don't make me come over there and kick you; you know I'll fucking do it.
[Or. Probably will. Maybe. Not just this moment, though; shutting the door behind him and flicking on the light as obnoxiously as possible will have to do.]
[The noise Dave makes when he flinches away from the light can best be described as the nnnNGHK of sadness. It's a pathetic noise, seated at the very crossroads of disappointment and deepest bro betrayal. Brotrayal, even. He rolls from his side right onto his belly and burrows under the cool side of his pillow, yanking both ends down over his ears so that nothing exists for him but perfect, blessed darkness.]
What the fuck.
[He's muffled between the pillow and the mattress and completely toneless with exhaustion and general Strider flavor, but it's still audible: the absolute despair of a young man who hasn't had proper shut-eye in far too long.]
I just got to sleep, bulgechomp, can't you murder me more humanely. Push me down the stairs or something like a reasonable sentient being, Jesus.
What the fuck.
[He's muffled between the pillow and the mattress and completely toneless with exhaustion and general Strider flavor, but it's still audible: the absolute despair of a young man who hasn't had proper shut-eye in far too long.]
I just got to sleep, bulgechomp, can't you murder me more humanely. Push me down the stairs or something like a reasonable sentient being, Jesus.
[Dave. Are you ready. Are you prepared for this. Are your loins adequately girded for what is about to follow here.
...Probably not.
Because "what follows here" proves to be an adorable little Dedenne, peering into the video from a perch atop...uh...
Well, something that's bright blue and shimmery, it looks like.]
...Probably not.
Because "what follows here" proves to be an adorable little Dedenne, peering into the video from a perch atop...uh...
Well, something that's bright blue and shimmery, it looks like.]
[Holy shit. His body is not equipped. What the actual fuck, how does he handle this, is there even a handle to be found, has the handle fucked off spinning into outer space to lie on its own face being slightly less cool than it generally makes itself out to be, because there is no handle in reach for Dave, what even is this.
IT'S SO CUTE HE'S GONNA DIE.
His face broadens into a wide, open smile without any consultation with his brain, but that's okay, this guy is adorable. Dave adores it. I just met you, and I love you. DEDENNE ARE THE BEST.]
Hey, little buddy. 'Sup?
IT'S SO CUTE HE'S GONNA DIE.
His face broadens into a wide, open smile without any consultation with his brain, but that's okay, this guy is adorable. Dave adores it. I just met you, and I love you. DEDENNE ARE THE BEST.]
Hey, little buddy. 'Sup?
hey Dave
I thought I should check in after
well
you know
I've been keeping busy
training my pokemon
and working a few hours
gotta get enough money to keep staying at the hotel after all
how are you?
I would've texted sooner it just
it was all a lot to think about
I thought I should check in after
well
you know
I've been keeping busy
training my pokemon
and working a few hours
gotta get enough money to keep staying at the hotel after all
how are you?
I would've texted sooner it just
it was all a lot to think about
[He can't help it. He cringes when he sees who it is, because he's been dreading a continuation of their last conversation for days. He doesn't want her to ask, he doesn't want to have to think about it, his heart is in his throat.
The second he considers pretending to be asleep, though, he feels like an asshole, so he tightens his hold on Missy Elliott and braces himself. Here we go.
(Please don't bring it up again, Ashley. Please don't. Please please please talk about wendigos or torture or something much more pleasant and calming.)]
yeah
sup?
The second he considers pretending to be asleep, though, he feels like an asshole, so he tightens his hold on Missy Elliott and braces himself. Here we go.
(Please don't bring it up again, Ashley. Please don't. Please please please talk about wendigos or torture or something much more pleasant and calming.)]
yeah
sup?
Hello?
This is Rakka!!
are you there, Dave?
This is Rakka!!
are you there, Dave?
[Text] - 2/21 Afternoon cause I'm just that on top of things
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in4apounding
2016-03-08 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Salutations, Dave!
[Once again, texting from down the hall in the same inn. Because of reasons.]
This
might not be important. I just wanted to ask, have you
["Ever kissed a friend without knowing why," is typed out and deleted.]
Have you noticed sometimes things get sort of strange on Fridays? Stranger.
[Once again, texting from down the hall in the same inn. Because of reasons.]
This
might not be important. I just wanted to ask, have you
["Ever kissed a friend without knowing why," is typed out and deleted.]
Have you noticed sometimes things get sort of strange on Fridays? Stranger.
maybe a little bit
[All last weekend pink clouds and bubbles had been spontaneously coming into existence around him. Then there was Penny's weird lack of filter last month. Wasn't there a musical episode at one point, too?]
i mean nothing too out of the ordinary but yeah lately it seems fridays are happening timespaces to be in
why
[All last weekend pink clouds and bubbles had been spontaneously coming into existence around him. Then there was Penny's weird lack of filter last month. Wasn't there a musical episode at one point, too?]
i mean nothing too out of the ordinary but yeah lately it seems fridays are happening timespaces to be in
why
[Wakey wakey, Strider, there's a bird knocking at the window! It drops off an envelope with an unfamiliar address on it, inside is a key and a note. The note reads:]
Dave--
I'm taking off to Kanto with some friends for a while. I don't know what month I'll be back, so after thinking it over here's a copy of my house key. In case you ever end up in Olivine and don't want to stay in a hotel, you're free to stay there.
--Maka
Dave--
I'm taking off to Kanto with some friends for a while. I don't know what month I'll be back, so after thinking it over here's a copy of my house key. In case you ever end up in Olivine and don't want to stay in a hotel, you're free to stay there.
--Maka
3/21, evening | i feel bad for breaking your 666 comments on this post
freshprints
2016-03-22 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
If I can assist in any way when you inevitably go to pick up John, you should of course let me know without hesitation.
i think weve got it handled for now but you never know with john
hes the master of tumbling snout first into weird problems that its then everybody elses problem to fix
but anyway hey hows it going its been a while
did you know were in goldenrod now
hes the master of tumbling snout first into weird problems that its then everybody elses problem to fix
but anyway hey hows it going its been a while
did you know were in goldenrod now
Dave, we are going to pin your friend John down and make him read a book.
[It's personal now.]
[It's personal now.]
hey dude got a favor to ask if you got a minute
Edited 2016-04-13 23:16 (UTC)
I owe you an apology. I was incredibly out of line last night.
HEY ASSHOLE
BEFORE I FORGET AGAIN, WHO'S THIS NAOYA DOUCHEBAG AND WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN TELLING ABOUT TROLLS.
BEFORE I FORGET AGAIN, WHO'S THIS NAOYA DOUCHEBAG AND WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN TELLING ABOUT TROLLS.
oh
hes this guy who works at the candy shop where i get pokepuffs for huggybear and val and breeze
he knows a lot about earth shit and apparently he knew one of the other kinds of trolls back home so we compared a little
i dont remember everything i told him but probably not much
no state secrets or anything
hes this guy who works at the candy shop where i get pokepuffs for huggybear and val and breeze
he knows a lot about earth shit and apparently he knew one of the other kinds of trolls back home so we compared a little
i dont remember everything i told him but probably not much
no state secrets or anything
5/19; concurrent with Dirk's entry, post ablutionblock abscond
quadrangle
2016-05-20 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
DAVE I CAN SEE YOU FUCKING REPLYING TO HIM.
TALK TO ME. PLEASE? OR TELL ME TO FUCK OFF, I DON'T CARE JUST
SAY SOMETHING.
TALK TO ME. PLEASE? OR TELL ME TO FUCK OFF, I DON'T CARE JUST
SAY SOMETHING.
[ > Be Karkat.
Houston, we have a problem.
The problem being that his head is on wrong. Metaphorically? Physically? No. Spiritually? He feels like it's spinning but he remembers that sensation before things go pitch black so this isn't a head spin. It's wrong still. The wrong everything. Hair (too dark), eyes (red?), hands (too small)...
Dirk hid in the bathroom. Clumsily, he tripped. He fell on his(?) face before he got there. The balance is all wrong. He doesn't move as quickly. The door doesn't open as smoothly as he expects because his(?) hands were shaking. They're still going. Wrong wrong wrong. He doesn't know this face but he knew the other occupant of the room. Dave was there so he has an idea who his(?) body belongs to. He thought Karkat was a troll. This must be a game rule that switched that. Sure. It's easier to not be an alien.
This is someone he knows enough to not be lost completely. And there's Dave. Grounding Dave. Only Dave took four steps and a timeline away from him. Was Dave even ready to talk face to face? Talking over devices is one thing but talking in person is another. Not to mention Dave is probably going to freak out he's the body-snatcher of his moirail (platonic-boyfriend?). This is going to put several wrenches in their progress. Things read well-enough but he still has doubts Dave might be okay with this. (He's not okay with this.)
If that's even Dave being Dave. He hopes it is. He hopes it's him.
After staring in the mirror for a while, he sinks with his back against the door. The first thing he thinks to do is contact Karkat (Himself?). Please don't let a complete stranger have his body. He can't be a stranger to himself. After a confirming reply, he sighs (wrong lungs). Okay. He's going to have to go past Dave to fuck off. ]
Hey. [ Do they talk through bathroom doors? He did it with Jake. That's normal bro behavior, right? ] You up in there... [ "SAY FUCK A LOT" ] Fuckhead?
Houston, we have a problem.
The problem being that his head is on wrong. Metaphorically? Physically? No. Spiritually? He feels like it's spinning but he remembers that sensation before things go pitch black so this isn't a head spin. It's wrong still. The wrong everything. Hair (too dark), eyes (red?), hands (too small)...
Dirk hid in the bathroom. Clumsily, he tripped. He fell on his(?) face before he got there. The balance is all wrong. He doesn't move as quickly. The door doesn't open as smoothly as he expects because his(?) hands were shaking. They're still going. Wrong wrong wrong. He doesn't know this face but he knew the other occupant of the room. Dave was there so he has an idea who his(?) body belongs to. He thought Karkat was a troll. This must be a game rule that switched that. Sure. It's easier to not be an alien.
This is someone he knows enough to not be lost completely. And there's Dave. Grounding Dave. Only Dave took four steps and a timeline away from him. Was Dave even ready to talk face to face? Talking over devices is one thing but talking in person is another. Not to mention Dave is probably going to freak out he's the body-snatcher of his moirail (platonic-boyfriend?). This is going to put several wrenches in their progress. Things read well-enough but he still has doubts Dave might be okay with this. (He's not okay with this.)
If that's even Dave being Dave. He hopes it is. He hopes it's him.
After staring in the mirror for a while, he sinks with his back against the door. The first thing he thinks to do is contact Karkat (Himself?). Please don't let a complete stranger have his body. He can't be a stranger to himself. After a confirming reply, he sighs (wrong lungs). Okay. He's going to have to go past Dave to fuck off. ]
Hey. [ Do they talk through bathroom doors? He did it with Jake. That's normal bro behavior, right? ] You up in there... [ "SAY FUCK A LOT" ] Fuckhead?
[Wart is many things. Positive things, even, most of them! He is very brave and very tolerant and has probably more common sense than the rest of team RWPYstuck combined.
He is not, naturally, Dave Strider.
Except he is, right now, and that's. Awful? Yes. Awful is the right word. Dave can't hear, he can't skim the surface of the minds around him, can't feel when something hits a wrong note and his services are needed, and also, oh my god, how is he supposed to let Karkat know what's going on without super freaking him out?
He's still frantically creating and discarding plan after plan when suddenly Karkat stumbles out of bed and vanishes into the bathroom. Wart waits, rolls over to make sure he's really gone, and then hops out of bed just as quickly to grab the nearest Pokéballs and open all of them at once. Out come Missy Elliott, Hutch, Wiglaf, Huggybear, and...]
Shit. Thank FUCK.
[Dave shakes himself (shakes Wart?) off and looks around, one palm to his head.]
What the hell...whoa, Jesus dicks.
[He looks down at himself, then Wart gets his attention again, gesticulating wildly, obviously upset and panicking. Dave blinks, because he can feel it, and he can feel his other Pokémon's varying levels of curiosity and worry, and...]
Where's Karkat?
[Wart points to the bathroom door, and then the question comes through. All six of them freeze, and Dave frowns.]
Okay, what the fuck, that is not Karkat.
[Wart nods, clears his throat, and then calls back in as passable an imitation he can do of sleepy Dave:]
No. What do you want.
Hahahaha, holy shit, not bad, dude.
He is not, naturally, Dave Strider.
Except he is, right now, and that's. Awful? Yes. Awful is the right word. Dave can't hear, he can't skim the surface of the minds around him, can't feel when something hits a wrong note and his services are needed, and also, oh my god, how is he supposed to let Karkat know what's going on without super freaking him out?
He's still frantically creating and discarding plan after plan when suddenly Karkat stumbles out of bed and vanishes into the bathroom. Wart waits, rolls over to make sure he's really gone, and then hops out of bed just as quickly to grab the nearest Pokéballs and open all of them at once. Out come Missy Elliott, Hutch, Wiglaf, Huggybear, and...]
Shit. Thank FUCK.
[Dave shakes himself (shakes Wart?) off and looks around, one palm to his head.]
What the hell...whoa, Jesus dicks.
[He looks down at himself, then Wart gets his attention again, gesticulating wildly, obviously upset and panicking. Dave blinks, because he can feel it, and he can feel his other Pokémon's varying levels of curiosity and worry, and...]
Where's Karkat?
[Wart points to the bathroom door, and then the question comes through. All six of them freeze, and Dave frowns.]
Okay, what the fuck, that is not Karkat.
[Wart nods, clears his throat, and then calls back in as passable an imitation he can do of sleepy Dave:]
No. What do you want.
Hahahaha, holy shit, not bad, dude.
Edited 2016-05-25 01:23 (UTC)
DAVE. I'M HERE. I'M SORRY.
ARE YOU OK? PLEASE SAY YOU'RE OK.
ARE YOU OK? PLEASE SAY YOU'RE OK.
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