It takes Tamsin more than sixteen hours to travel from Denver to Houston. She has to procure a vehicle and cobble together maps and funds and figure out what she's going to do when she gets there. Maybe load up on snacks and come up with an alibi when someone asks her where the hell she was on Friday and Saturday.
And Tamsin has ways of finding out where Spark-Gap the Fostern Glass Walker Ahroun is when she finally rolls into the energy capital of the world. As it happens he also has ways of finding out when someone is looking for him.
He isn't at the Sept. He isn't at the house his pack rents and they and their mates or casual hookups tend to congregate. He isn't someplace well-lit and boasting an open floor plan. Nothing where the words 'We should step outside' would come easy.
It's Friday night. He's 21 years old. Corey Seger is out at a dive bar with a few of his septmates tossing back a pitcher of beer after a successful patrol.
There's no cover. Truly the spirits have smiled upon Cinder Song this night.
Hall[I AM SO STEALTHY.]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 3, 6, 9) ( success x 2 )
Seger[I AM SO PERCEPTIVE]
Dice: 4 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 2, 9) ( success x 1 )
Hall[Willpower for a thing.]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (3, 5, 6, 9, 10) ( success x 3 )
HallCinder Song, Furious Lament is not an intimidating creature in and of herself: no not at all. Even rage - licking through her bones, licking at her skin, a smoulder-full lace of simmering, of boil-over darkness - even Rage - that's just an added intensity: it does not equal fear, not always, certainly not among others of her ilk. But she's got stag's blood singing, too, and that sometimes counts for something, and anyway, though when she spies the rage goes leap-leap-leap and the anger and she just stalks across the stupid Texan joint stalks like a stalky thing she does not look particularly frightening, there's probably an alarming somethin' somethin' about the clear - basically it is kind of alarming to have someone so angry and broody stalk you down, okay. The Fianna. What're you gonna do? The Fianna know about blood. Speaking of blood, Tamsin: maybe she had a moment of - aw hell I came all this way and? - but no. This is the first time she's seen the set of Corey's shoulders in almost a year perhaps in a year isn't an anniversary coming up soon well anyway this is the first time she's seen th set of Corey's shoulders and the laughter of his pals (hey I know you! and you, but not you) itches at her so any moment of rationality and calm boils away 'cause there's way too much heat and she STALKS quietly yes she TRIES to be quiet tries to be so super quiet stalkstalkstalk STALKS up behind Corey and puts a hand on his shoulder leans over says "Hey" as she grabs the pitcher and DUMPS IT OVER HIS HEAD after an internal impulse-struggle BREAK IT OVER HIS HEAD no she just dumps it oh well alcohol so precious worth it.
Seger[rage for a thing]
Dice: 7 d10 TN5 (2, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8) ( success x 6 )
Seger[I'M JUST KIDDING - IT'S NICE TO KNOW IN AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE TAMSIN SENT COREY INTO A THRALL OF THE WYRM BY DUMPING BEER ON HIS HEAD]
SegerWhen Tamsin walks into Alice's Tall Texan the first thing she hears is a fucking Neil Young song on the jukebox. Peanut shells crunch underneath her feet and she can smell a hundred years of stale beer in the air and all the waitresses are wearing jean shorts and tight white blouses. One of the bartenders is a purebred Fenrir kinswoman. Take that, Mom and Dad.
There's a place for a band to play but the band won't be on until later if they come on on at all. This is the kind of place people get into fights out in the parking lot and nobody bats an eye.
This is the kind of place where a Fostern Full Moon werewolf who has already gotten knocked down an entire peg because he frenzied during a fight that killed two of his packmates can have an entire pitcher of Budweiser dumped over his head and not bat an eye because that kind of shit happens all the time.
What makes him bat an eye is that beer is drenched into his shirt and his packmates are all bristling for a fight.
"Oh shit," says one of them.
Tamsin might recognize the Oh Shitter. Corey's cousin's girlfriend's brother. Closed Circuit or something. He's a Ragabash. Was a Cub a few years ago when they last blew through.
When Corey turns around he calmly swipes the beer away from his eyes and squints through the burn of the trace amounts of alcohol to see who it is and then his jaw drops.
He had to have known this day was coming. Like any number of Hollywood antiheroes who manage to evade justice for a long time and finally see their reckoning stood before them. Only two reactions: a last burst of aggression or an exhausted acceptance. That I deserved that sort of resignation right before the killing blow.
"Hey," Corey says.
Hall[Willpower for a thing.]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 1, 5, 10) ( success x 1 )
Hall[I lie to that other NPC. Manip + Subt + FOG + Specialty + PB.]
Dice: 9 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 9) ( success x 2 )
Hall[Pft, lame. AGAIN.]
Dice: 9 d10 TN7 (1, 3, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10) ( success x 5 ) Re-rolls: 1
Hall"Oh if it isn't Spark-Gap," she says, a hand to her heart and let his damned packmates bristle she is more than willing to get her ass beaten by trying to fight a whole pack because Tamsin actually likes fighting and besides she feels like it she feels like she wants the physical release of bones-breaking flesh-bruising boom Tamsin likes the glory of it or the tragedy of it whichever it is it appeals to her, but her voice is not all shaky with anger or emotion or anything, nope, it is smooth, it is honey and cream, man, pitched all low, "who I have not seen these many Moons, Spark-Gap and his Gears of War, drenched in the Grain-sweet swill of a week's job well done, surrounded by his brawny bros, a veritable leader among scrubs, an oak-tree, no, a skyrise, glass and steel and heartlessness but hey speaking of fucking phallic douchebag monuments to the dick - Spark-Gap, hey, it has been so - " nope. Pause; she won't go there.
" - why don't we go catch up! I think you should come for a walk with me while your friend," the Oh Shitter, a look, an eye-meet, "Um, wow dude, here, I am sorry," and look, a crumpled napkin. "Looks like you pissed yourself."
Seger
Sitting with him are the other two Fosterns in the pack and the two Cliaths in the pack but nowhere to be seen are the Adrens. Maybe Tamsin has heard the stories of the pack's Adrens because of the distance she's had to travel and the conversations she's had to involve herself in to get to this point. But within this pack Corey is on the middle of the totem pole. Could one day break himself off and start his own pack and reap the glory of his labors but after what happened with Willow dying and Glen and Maria dying and fighting with Hector it's got to be nice, right. Not making decisions.
Tamsin isn't here to catch up. Tamsin carried an ember of hatred for him all this time and something blew in and caught on it and now she's got a bit of a fire going. Got a bit of a burn going. Wants to throw her fists and have fists thrown at her.
She had to make a choice back at Sept of the Red Hills. Go with Corey and start a new pack or stay with Fog. Might have been a third option where she told both of them to go fuck themselves but she did make a choice. She was gonna go to Denver with Hector because Hector was set-dead after that about telling Maria's sister what happened.
How Hector felt about Maria's sister wasn't exactly a fucking mystery. He believes her now when she says she wanted to come with him so that's why she didn't go with Corey.
And Corey who grew up knowing he was going to be what he was and who grew up knowing he was going to have to wrangle with his Rage one day he was a wild angry fight-hungry thing when Tamsin and he joined up with Fog. Had that in common once when they were young. Now he's got a bit more of a handle on it. Doesn't just want to fight all the time because he has to fight all the time. This is his down time. His beer-drinking time.
And Tamsin thinks he should come for a walk with her.
The little Ragabash stares at her for a few seconds before snatching the napkin away. None of them are talking aloud and she knows as good as anyone knows that they don't need to talk aloud to talk.
"Well, I think that's a great idea," Corey says. No condescension or sarcasm in it. He could snark with the best of them but he's been back in Houston almost a year now and the Texan drawl is starting to sneak back into his speech. Texans are nigh unto incapable of sarcasm.
He slides on off his stool. He's 21 almost 22 and he still stands five-foot-five. Stands like he's got a steel rod in his back and wears combat boots and sturdy jeans and a fitted-not-tight t-shirt. Muscles hard and obvious in his arms and chest and hair shorn short so nobody can come up behind him and grab hold of him that way. No jewelry. Like he's ready to march off just the second somebody yells WAR.
Just about the opposite of Hector in every way a Garou could be the opposite of Hector and yet the two of them were best friends before Willow went and fell away from Fog the way that she did.
"You wanna go out the back, or we walking down the street?"
HallTamsin's a galliard yes? Yes Tamsin is a galliard: always got too too nervous speaking up at moots [who could forget having lived through it once], took things too seriously, solemn-eyed, trying hard, determined, young blooded monster, and where they went they'd just assume she knew what she was doing because she carried that whiff of purity and who'd let that get raised up by humans? What the fuck do you mean the Fianna likes the fucking city and creature comforts and people? Tamsin's a galliard, yes, always liked storytelling, always thought about the story of it, but it's interesting: isn't it? Hector believes her when she says one thing, who knows what Corey thinks, but whatever it is that Tamsin's had in her head, it's not spoken of, not really, not ever: it's not a story she tells.
"Oh sainted day," says Tamsin, still fully invested in Sarcastic Fianna Mode, re: Corey thinks that's a great idea; she smiles so sweetly at the Ragabash but you know it's not a bright smile at all it's a waning moon's smile, and Tamsin's a little thing. "Night, what the fuck ever," as Corey's saying You wanna go out ba and Tamsin shrugs, "Back I guess. Lead the way, padre!"
Oh is she still holding the pitcher? She sets it down without breaking it, yay.
SegerSo they walk towards the back. Everybody in the place staring at them even if all they're doing is attending to the madness out of the corner of their eyes. The very-very corner where they can still have their conversation but know something bad is happening across the room. Keep their heads down until it passes.
It does pass. Out a metal door onto a slight stoop and then out into green.
This being a city like it is a few of the City Farmers have still formed a little garden in the center of all the buildings where before there wasn't anything but an alleyway and depending on which way they were to go they'd wind up on a different street.
Once he's led her out into the fresh air and the clear night sky and the 70-degree weather even though nightfall's come already Corey turns around to face her and he's gotta figure she's here having fresh information she didn't have before. Glen used to pick her up so easy and Maria could always harry her when she wanted to run.
And Hector would always stay up watching those stupid fucking movies with her. Would treat her like a little sister instead of an equal. He never fought with her.
Corey was the one who always indulged Tamsin's fight-itch.
Now he holds out his arms like to remind her where he's at even though she's known where he would have gone the entire time. Houston is not a literal straight shot south from Winnipeg and neither is Sept of the Red Hills a literal straight shot north of Sept of the Unending Horizon but it's awful fucking close if you pull back far enough.
"You gonna tell me what happened before you start swinging?" he asks fast knowing like he knows her that if she really wants to take a swing she's gonna just do it.
Hall[LALALA]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (4, 6, 7, 7, 9) ( success x 4 )
HallEven though Tamsin's heart belongs to the Lord of the Rings Saga and the Lord of the Rings Saga is about friendship (above all [abovefuckingall]) in the face of insurmountable odds (but they are surmounted! Because friendship! And the true spirit of good! And!), and there is much said of honor in the Lord of the Rings, much said of honor and much said of keeping one's word, of striving in an honorable fashion, honor, honor, honor, honor of a name, honor of a line, the honor of standing tall and proud and bold, of being anything but a creepsome thing, Tamsin well she has never played fair.
He wants to know what happened to get her here. Tamsin stares at him: "What do you think happened?"
SegerHe drops his arms.
It takes more honor to become a Fostern Ahroun than to become a Fostern Galliard. Tamsin's alpha is an honorable little bastard. So honorable that any time anything happens that he doesn't have a sure-as-shit answer to he starts to panic and doubt himself and before you know it Hector's lying in bed refusing to get up because he's exhausted and what's the point.
Corey's honorable but only so far as he has to be. Not because it's in his nature. There's another difference between the past and current alphas of Celduin.
And he stands still for several seconds trying to remember if he missed a phone call or someone tried to get ahold of him some other way and he just didn't catch it. Like someone would have thought to call if something happened he would want to know about. Like someone would have even known what he would want to know about.
He laughs a gallows laugh.
"I could guess," he says. The humor all runs out of him now. "Say it, Cinder Song. The fuck's going on?"
Hall[Oh! Again.]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 3, 7, 8) ( success x 2 )
Hall"So fucking guess you jack-ass socket-humping dick-scuzz bitch."
Hey, Corey knows how foul-mouthed Tamsin can be. A surprise to those who haven't packed with her, but there it is.
SegerOkay. Guess. What could possibly have her so worked up that she'd come all the way down to Houston just to drag him out into the night after she's dumped beer on top of him and--
"You found out about Las Vegas."
Hall"Las Vegas?" Tamsin's brows twitch together. "You mean -- shit. Wait, Las Vegas, hmmmmmmm," she strokes her chin, taps her index against her mouth a little harder than necessary, and that just pisses her off too. "Las Vegas Las Vegas Las Vegas Las Vegas Las Vegas. Found out about Las Vegas. What the fuck is there to find out about Las Vegas, man? What happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas, right? You can't think of any other reason -- by other reason, I mean 'other than I talked shit got drunk like a high and mighty fuckass and then did THE UNSPEAKABLY TERRIBLE AND WRONG but fuck man it's Vegas -- " see, from fury to: note of plea. " -- that I would be like hey you know fuck this shit I think I want to go drive down in somebody else's car and see Corey. I mean, shit. Shit. SHIT. I found out about what? What the fuck is so important? Nothing, right? Absolutely fucking nothing, right? Right right fucking right?"
Seger"Well I guess that eliminates SOMEBODY FUCKING DIED from the list of Things That Are Important Enough To Drive Down To Houston To Yell At Corey About."
Like somebody dying would have warranted Tamsin upending a pitcher of beer over his head. He's not a storyteller. He never was. The version of the story told from the angle of an Ahroun is never going to come out sounding like a Galliard's.
"Lemme try that again: you found out Lola and I fucked when we were supposed to be talking about Hector being so depressed she thought he was gonna get himself killed and now Lola doesn't know whose baby she's about to pop out because a used condom on the fucking bedside table in a hotel room ain't enough to make her stop thinking it's something she's gotta worry about. And maybe you found out I said I'd pay for one of them fucking prenatal paternity tests if I thought it'd make her stop worrying but oh, no, she didn't want Hector to know she thought it might not be his kid and then she told him anyway and he went and got himself killed by a Bane? You just found out about all that? That sound about right? That why you had to drive all the way down here instead of taking the fucking Moon Bridge?"
Assuming that isn't the point when she hauls off and hits him:
"Hi, Tamsin! Good to fucking see you again."
HallNo. Tamsin waits until he says good to fucking see you again before she hits him. And she doesn't hit him.
She full on tackles him.
In theory.
Hall+6
Dice: 1 d10 TN6 (2) ( fail )
Seger[+7]
Dice: 1 d10 TN6 (6) ( success x 1 )
SegerSo Tamsin comes running at him.
Corey lets her. And then he grabs her by the wrists and --
[str + brawl: BODY SLAM pt. 1]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (2, 4, 4, 6, 8, 10, 10) ( success x 4 )
HallRunning? No. More like LEAPING, because: you fucking douchebag asshole Napoleonwannabevideogamerjeralfjljldsfl@*#&(*&#EFLF--
and then what the fuck? No. Tamsin is pissed, so: she doesn't try to pull back or break out or anything like that she just tries to reverse his stupid body slam and throw it back at him because she hates him. Die Corey die.
[Dex + Brawl.]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (2, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7) ( success x 4 )
SegerTamsin manages to break free from the stronger Garou's restraining hold but she doesn't get his arms locked behind him. Like to thank her for the chance to offload some of his own pent-up douchebag asshole Napoleon syndrome toxins he moves to sweep her legs out from under her and if he gets her down that way he might as well kick her once just to remind her whose turf she's on.
[dex + brawl]
Dice: 7 d10 TN8 (2, 4, 4, 4, 6, 6, 9) ( success x 1 )
HallTamsin says something in Elvish: it is very pretty-sounding.
The translation: well, the translation is also rather pretty, poetic. But it does not mean anything pretty, not really, because that was pathetic that was.
[I dodge you. AND I CALL FOG, but first I dodge you, jerk.]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 1, 7, 8, 9) ( success x 3 )
Hall[This, not that.]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (3, 5, 5, 7, 10) ( success x 2 )
SegerOkay. She's still standing. Guess he's just going to have to kick her in the stomach or something they're both kind of the same height he's not really aiming.
[dex + brawl: KEEK.]
Dice: 7 d10 TN7 (1, 1, 3, 4, 6, 6, 9) ( success x 1 )
Seger[str + 1 (kick)]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (4, 5, 5, 8, 9) ( success x 2 )
HallDice: 3 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 6) ( success x 1 )
HallOw. That hurts; it really hurts to be kicked in the stomach - especially when you're a girl. That hurts and hurts;
Tamsin. There's a look in her eye. What's that look mean? That look means vengeance (hey, Fog - why don'tcha help me teach this wandering sheep a lesson?).
And why doesn't she also punch him in the throat? His throat looks like it needs to meet a fist.
SegerIf she's going to punch him in the throat he's going to punch her in the solar plexus. That's just how the rules of dirty fighting go. And he's really trying to hit her this time because he's shocked she's still following Hector and Fog and hasn't done something terrible to him yet.
[dex + brawl: low blow rules + wp]
Dice: 7 d10 TN7 (1, 1, 3, 6, 8, 10, 10) ( success x 4 ) [WP]
Seger[str + 3]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 10) ( success x 2 )
Hall[-_-]
Dice: 3 d10 TN6 (1, 4, 8) ( success x 1 )
HallDice: 3 d10 TN8 (1, 2, 5) ( fail )
Hall[YOU -- ]
Dice: 4 d10 TN4 (5, 6, 7, 9) ( success x 4 )
HallWHEN LAST WE SAW OUR YOUNG HEROES:
Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight rang out across the playground and a tumbleweed drifted by, while an Ennio Morricone ballad kicked in the background, or --
record-scratch. No. None of that.
The Fianna Galliard and the Glasswalker Ahroun went outside. There were raised voices; shouting, eventually, on both sides, until: Tamsin flung herself at Corey, Corey stopped her, there were punches, kicks, whatever, a failed knock-down, a failed throat-jab, and all too solid strike to the solar plexus and gasping, gasping, pain, pain, gasping, with Cinder Song Furious Lament on the ground and stunned and then
of course
Rage. Rage is not black. Rage is white: a dazzle blindness - snow-struck, simmering - nothing, Rage is fucking nothing but white-hot radiance that cuts out and - Rage; so - you know - Rage, of course, and nothing but fury, and -
- but no. Rage, yes, obliterating everythi - no no.
Tamsin: Yeah, she tries to will herself not to lose herself to obliteration you see and rip that fucking piece of - no willwillwill see nothing there's nothing to see not that nothing fuck fuckfuck fuckfuckfuckfucknothingnothing
And so our young heroes:
[Tch. Yeah, -1 wp. No frenzy yet.]
SegerHe knows the best of anyone who walked away from Sept of the Red Hills alive what a frenzy will do to a body and the land around the body and the bystanders in the land around the body. Knows how to recognize its coming and knows how to put down a body once it's given itself over to a Rage that consumes everything in its path.
So while all Tamsin can do is lie on the ground where the blow knocked her and try without success to haul air into lungs that don't get their due for her diaphragm's spasms and all she can do is will herself not to become a white-hot avatar of Gaia's wrath he does not take advantage of her fallen state to rain down more punishment on her.
Wasn't like he was the one who started the fight. He didn't start the one in Winnipeg either. He's just the one who fucking ended it.
Spark Gap stands with his feet planted and his shoulders squared and he watches the exits so no one will come at them before Cinder Song can find her feet again.
HallIt is hard to stop becoming the verb Obliterate, especially when one also cannot breathe, so the struggle to control herself and also for air, that continues for a while. Corey knows as well as anybody (perhaps better, since he knew her first - huh?) that Tamsin's frenzied before and killed innocent bystanders. Not everybody's lucky when they First. And when she does have control of herself, Tamsin does not immediately get up and launch herself furiously at Corey. This is not because she's decided the better part of valor, etc., etc. If Corey were Hector, perhaps now is when Tamsin would pretend to be truly injured or to cry or something -- but if she cries now it won't be pretend and Corey ain't Hector.
So Tamsin, muscles bunching like she's about to push herself up, maybe, "You do realize I'm pretty much going to keep coming at you until one of us is Kay-Ohed, right."
SegerNo. Corey ain't Hector. They're different fucking people. That's why they got along for so long and that's why they tore each other apart so quickly.
"I know," he says. Starts to walk towards her. "You realize it's going to be you, right?"
Instead of letting her push herself back up Corey moves to grab her by the back of her shirt and haul her to her feet.
Hall"Let me tell you a st -- fuck-off for a second copsss," she says, stiffening; it's not the first time she's said it. Sometimes they've even been there. Maybe he'll still go to grab her by the back of her shirt; but maybe his attention'll be split, eh?
[How convincing is Tamsin's expression/nuance/etc, eh? You know better, but believe me anyway. All the usual Manip shit.]
Dice: 9 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 7, 8, 9, 10) ( success x 4 ) Re-rolls: 1
Seger[perc + subt: shut the fuck up tamsin]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (2, 2, 5, 6, 8, 10) ( success x 3 )
SegerHe does still go to grab her by the back of his shirt. Unlike Hector he doesn't easily fall for her lies or her performances or whatever she wants to call this and even though there could very well be cops standing right behind him right this second Corey is willing to take the chance.
No human cop is going to come anywhere near them right now anyway. The Houston police are not that ballsy.
"Just helping her up!" he says in case she's not fucking with him.
Hall[Doo-dee-doo. +6]
Dice: 1 d10 TN6 (10) ( success x 1 )
Seger[+17 i forgot SotF last time]
Dice: 1 d10 TN6 (10) ( success x 1 )
HallNow. Tamsin hisses copsss and Corey plays it off. If he'd actually reflex-looked or glanced-around then he'd probably notice pretty quickly that there were no cops. The back-alley parking-lot whatever-it-is-they-walked-out-onto wide-open cars-only playground perfect for drunken Texan brawls or puking in that pot hole a favourite place for puking or smoking in a little cluster over there the butts litter the ground like maggots and it's pretty empty. Maybe a car passes by, headlights a-gleam red-as-the-bull that chased out all the unicorns. Maybe not.
He's 'helping' her up; Tamsin scoffs. Her rage is almost higher than her will now and she feels like a different creature: angrier, troubled, trouble.
It doesn't matter what Corey's doing; Tamsin summons up Aeolus's curse.
And then her Rage will indeed be higher than her will.
Texas Problems.
Seger
Just as soon as the Fianna girl is on her feet her former friend and former alpha takes a long hard look at her and she can feel his Rage surge up. It's a great day for him to whoop somebody's ass.
[FALLING TOUCH: willpower vs. tamsin's stam + athletics. I don't know what "full damage" means but he's inflicting it by spending rage.]
Dice: 6 d10 TN5 (2, 5, 5, 9, 9, 10) ( success x 5 )
Seger[let's just roll this like a normal attack then thanks for being vague book] [B]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10) ( success x 6 )
Hall[0_0]
Dice: 3 d10 TN6 (3, 4, 9) ( success x 1 )
SegerAll he does is put a hand against her shoulder like he's trying to help steady her once she's standing again. That's all it is. No one is around to see the young woman go flying backwards ten twenty thirty feet before she crashes to the ground hits it so hard her whole body explodes into stars before everything goes black and swoons out away from her. But she does.
And Corey sighs hard like damn he didn't want to have to do that. His cell phone is sticky when he pulls it out of his pocket. Fucking beer...
HallCorey sighs.
Tamsin, though. Tamsin's a small creature, a diminutive monster: she probably shouldn't go around picking fights with Fostern Ahrouns (but that is not going to stop her [not ever]). The way she hits the ground and goes skidding on it: rips her clothing up but good, takes its tithe of skin too so she's a bloody grazed-up fucking mess by the time she's blacked-out peaceful little thing.
She is going to be a delight when she comes around.
Hall[curtain.]
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