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2 yrs ago
Current Two 4+ year long RPs completed within 20 days of each other - now THAT'S what we're talking about!
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2 yrs ago
Congratulations to the cast of the Gifted, we just finished our RP after almost four years! Excelsior!
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5 yrs ago
It's official - accepted an offer and I am going to grad school next year! :) #DrMorose
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5 yrs ago
Congratulations to the Gifted for hitting 500 IC posts and to Darke Magyk for completing the RP! Excelsior!
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5 yrs ago
I graduated from college today~
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Bio


Age: Mid 20's
Birthday: May 15
Ethnicity: Irish & English American
Pronouns: She/Hers
Major/Minor: Chemistry
Occupation: Graduate Student
Languages: English, French
Current Bio Theme: Beelzebub / Good Omens
Previous Bio Themes: Lorna Dane; Sylvie Laufeydattir; Ahsoka Tano; Harley Quinn; Mood Board / Wanda Maximoff; Bernadette Rostenkowski; Fiona Goode; Sally; Scott Lang; Felicity Smoak; Nico Minoru; The Frost Triplets; Gertrude Yorkes; Violet Harmond; Clint Barton; Lorna Dane; Selesia Upitiria; James March; Tony Stark; Olivia Moore; Harley Quinn

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It is funny, how time can separate and sever a bond. Most of you have known each other - do know each other - or will know each other. It is one of the tricks of Limbo. It seeks to separate and divide, to create strife and chaos, to bring out the darkest parts of your soul.

The young half-demon is proof of this. Horns had sprouted from her head and her eyes turned cat-yellow. Now, a forked tail has grown from the base of her spine, and her teeth morphed into razor sharp fangs, all the better to rip and tear. Her fingernails have lengthened into sharp talons, befitting a predator in her natural environment. Are these changes merely cosmetic? Or is Madalyne Crane becoming something else entirely? What will she hunger for... what forbidden tastes will prove the point of no return, resulting in a further loss of her soul?

I told you all to find your bloodstones.

I died because you did not, Maximilian.

The land seems still, for a moment. Where once only mountains stood, your vision will pick out a new structure. Heed this omen. Or do not. You will simply only end up in hell with me.

Madalyne, Jack, and Annika will see a grim and imposing tower, so tall that it appears to pierce the red sky.

Maximilian, Princess Klara, and Carolina will see a large hedge maze, the shrubbery dead and dying yet still standing tall. A lone chariot rests at the entrance, fastened to two skeletal horses.

Prudence and Edus will see a cemetery, the iron gates open and beckoning. Queen Runa does not, as she cannot see.

Runa the Grey

Location: Limbo
Skills: Intuition
Spells: N/A


"Aye, I suppose I do seem Strange, dressed in his cloak," Runa answered the voice. They did not choose to use their gifts to take a glimpse at this person. Instead, they let their imagination guide them. Perhaps that was not a wise choice. The fog of this place may have physically obscured vision, but it did the same thing to senses and emotions. She could not tell who this stranger was, be it friend or foe - and their mind was leaning towards the latter. Her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. They could not trust this person.

"My business is my own, traveler. For a name, you may use Gullveig - or Seeress, if your tongue cannot form such a shape," Runa the Grey said. "What shall I call you?"

The other voice was obscured to them as well - she would not have known the speaker had they not introduced themselves. Had her hood not been so low, a look of genuine surprise would have appeared on their ancient face. Edus Penior. A name she had not thought of in many ages. There had been a brief moment, a slight drop in the river of her life, where she had known him. He had been a warrior brother to her late husband. Runa clutched her bone staff tighter.

"Edus, son of Catrine. It has been some time," Runa said, lifting up a withered hand and pushing back the hood of the cloak. They had been a young goddess when Edus' life had expired, all those years ago. They looked different now. Their skin had been ravaged by time. Where eyes should have been, there was nothing but empty sockets. But the expressions, those never changed. To those who loved Runa, Baldur's daughter, they would know the Seeress was she. "Will you not aid an old comrade in arms?"

They smiled.


Raynor Blake, Jedi Knight

25 pts (Light-Side)


"Jedi Temple, NOW!" Raynor ordered the poor, terrified taxi driver. Luckily, he didn't have to ask twice, as the driver stepped on it. The passenger was quiet too, also scared to death. Some people were scared of the Jedi, but Raynor was fairly confident the fear was more of from the fact that two people had just dove onto his cab in the midst of heavy traffic. Raynor turned and gave the passenger his most charming grin. "Everything is fine."

"We get to the Jedi Temple, we tell the Council about what Jarothe did, and then he'll be arrested and you'll be free." He assumed that Shakka was on board with that plan. She had to be. It was the right thing to do. And she'd be in a better place. Raynor really felt that everything here was going to work out - that the will of the Force was being done.



Raynor Blake, Jedi Knight

22 pts (Light-Side)


Raynor nodded, hearing Kaylelia's ideas. They were all sound. But that was not the point of this exercise. So instead of offering her praise, her offered her points of contention. "But there was no evidence found in the report of Separatist tampering. Or any tampering of any kind, be it from another politician or a Hutt or an intern," Raynor pointed out. "Post-mortem analysis of the droid showed no foreign code or other reasons for the droid to go rogue." But even as he said it, his thoughts were somewhat of alignment with Kay's. This wasn't some random accident. There was a motive here, one that only a sentient species could have - certainly not a droid.

"Emzie, what do you make of it?" Raynor asked. The shuttle landed at the Senate Building, where a small delegation of troopers awaited them. Security had been heightened since the Senator's murder, and the Clone Troops had been called in. Ordinarily, droids might've filled this function - or even other members of the Republic military - but the Senate had specifically requested some of the finest Clone Troopers at hand. Members of the 501st were currently working security duty. They'd be there to escort the trio around and assist in the investigation.

Raynor was NOT looking forward to that - he didn't need even more people breathing down his neck.




☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills: N/A

"Holy shit, that thing's a computer?" Nancy exclaimed, completely shocked. Computers were supposed to be gigantic machines that took up entire rooms. She had gotten trapped inside the Lotus Hotel just when home computers were getting popular. She had heard that those were things, but something so tiny and delicate, able to be carted around in a truck? It was insane. "Where's its brains?" she then followed up. There had to be something wrong here. Maybe it was a glitch in the Mist or something - or maybe it was some sort of weird magic item that he was pretending was a computer.

She was still somewhat suspiciously eyeing the "computer" when the waiter came by with the menus and to get their orders. "Uh, I'll have a bacon cheeseburger and a vanilla shake, thanks," Nancy ordered. She didn't look at the menu. She just sort of assumed that they would have those here. What BBQ joint wouldn't be able to grill a burger after all?
Poseidon Cabin...

Percy hesitated for a bit in the entranceway of the cabin. It felt like a sunken bunker, as if fish would drift by the window at any moment. But at the same time, it had almost more of a lived-in feeling than the Hermes Cabin did, despite their being only two occupants. His cheeks went slightly red, as he set down his few belongings on an empty bunk - the minotaur horn mainly. He kept Riptide in his pocket. Besides a change of clothes in one of the camp bags, he didn't really have much of anything.

"How long did everyone stare at you like you were a flesh eating alien?" Percy asked suddenly. "Because that's been happening since last night."


Megan Pendragon

Location: Rapunzel's Tower
Skills: N/A

Megan paused as Lancelot patted her on the shoulder. She was not a huge fan of physical contact. It was then a testament to the value she placed on him that she did not say a word; that she did not threaten to cut off his hand. Instead, Megan nodded curtly. "Try not to die," she requested, before leaving the room with Rapunzel. Rapunzel was right - Lancelot did need rest. And the emotional familiarity was beginning to make Megan feel somewhat ill, like she would break out in hives at any moment. She wasn't quite used to that either. The only person she was really close with in the other world was her brother, and he tended to not get too touchy feely with her. Neither of them were particularly skilled at it anyways.

The others seemed to be discussing Walt Disney at the moment. Megan had never really been into Disney growing up - the only movie she really liked was the Nightmare Before Christmas. The Corpse Bride was good too, although she didn't think Disney made it - but she couldn't been wrong. Most of the things she watched were horror movies, not the sort of things the family friendly corporate giant tended to produce.




Guin Stark

Location: Blackbird
Skills: Perception, Engineering Design, Electronics and Computers, Problem Solving
~Fit Check~

"How about the power to never lose?" Guin suggested sarcastically to Jaclyn. There were a million power sets that would be helpful right now, but at the end of the day, Guin was confident they'd win. Sure, they seemed to do horribly in 1x1s - but fighting as a team, they'd win. They had to win. There wasn't another option. Plus, they had the freaking Phoenix on their side. No one else could have better odds.

"These suits... are basically exactly the same quality," Guin said, raising an eyebrow. She knew she should've been focusing more on maintaining the telepathic connection, but she couldn't help herself. Suits were kinda the family business. The only difference she really saw between Max's suits and the ones they previously had was the fact that Lance's seemed to basically incorporate a neck brace into the design. "Except for you seem to weirdly be planning for someone to snap Lando's neck, which, weird." But also not the weirdest thing that had ever happened to them.

"And no offense, but RE your plan - Carolina doesn't know shit about hacking into things. So that isn't going to work unless I telepathically coach her. X always said I should be able to just download information into people's heads, but I've never tried it before, so no guarantee I don't scramble your brain in the process." She then pressed a few buttons, activating the stealth functions of the Blackbird. "We're now invisible to radar, so no need to drift without power. Unfortunately, if Magnet Brain just reaches out, he will be able to notice a giant floating chunk of metal."

Neil Spellman

Location: the Asteroid
Skills: N/A
~Fit Check~

Neil liked hearing about Annie's adventures, at least at first. It reminded him of a campaign setting almost, the intergalactic space prison that they had ended up in. But as Annie narrated more about what had happened, it turned from a fun thought exercise into a grim tragedy... He didn't want to know either what the other Annie had been like. He couldn't imagine Annie being anyone other than herself. But he could imagine a monster wearing her skin. "Did you run into another version of me? Were they...." Neil trailed off, before realizing that he was scared to ask the question. He knew he was on the verge of understanding something fundamental about himself, something that would re-contextualize everything, but he was scared.

So he asked a different question. "Did they look like me? Or... like how I used to?"

He fell quiet again. Part of him did wish that he had been braver to ask the other question. "Um, yeah, let's go catch up to Bethany. Maybe she found something interesting. But at the very least, we shouldn't split the Party... more." He didn't want to leave her alone. He didn't want something bad to happen to her when they were just walking around... talking.






@BlueSky44@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@PatientBean@Forsythe@Blizz@Kirah@Natsu
8:20 AM - Wed. Sep. 15th, 2038 - Margaret Carter Institute

@Blizz@Nallore@BlueSky44@Forsythe: "Excellent introductions!! You all get 2/5 points on that assignment. You only get full marks if you're perfect and I'm the only thing here close to perfection, so tough luck," Usagi said, before laughing obnoxiously at her own poor joke. "We're going to start off in the Framework today, as I only want the best for my kids. All those other losers training without this thing? They don't stand a CHANCE in the contest. I'll let you all in on a little secret - those Young Avengers twerps? They're here every night. That's why they win. It isn't talent. It's F-A-V-O-R-I-T-I-S-M!"

Usagi did another triple flip into the air, before landing again on a chair. "Change into these glorified scuba suits, then hop in the tank. Once you're inside the Framework, I'm going to see how you all do under pressure... as you all FIGHT IN A BATTLE ROYALE!!"

A bead a sweat rolled down Arcade's face. "Do I have to?" he asked. He loved the Framework as an idea, but going inside of it and fighting people? He always hated that part. He just wanted to use it to play retro video games and feel like he was living his Spy Kids 3 fantasy.

"YES! Now get dressed, all of you!" Usagi snapped. There were bins off to the side containing various sizes of the Framework scuba suits. There were also five changing rooms for privacy, all individual stalls.



April Flynn

Location: Gym - Training Room A
Skills: Hydrokinesis, Ice Generation


April's jaw dropped when Andy revealed Magneto had adopted her and she wasn't sure how to feel. She was more shocked. Her own father, one of Magneto's biological children, had been given up for adoption. April knew it was for the best and she was pretty sure Lensherr hadn't even known about her dad at the time, but still. She couldn't help but feel somewhat offended on her father's behalf. It was a mixed bag of feelings - similar to when she had found out about her dad's half-sister, who her grandmother had actually wanted to keep...

Her phone buzzed again. This time, it was a text from Sabine. April's heart pounded and the discomfort Andy had unintentionally brought up was in the rearview mirror. Lady Nimue was already here, and had set them with their task - they had to retrieve their swords or die at the hands of this mythological beast. April wished she had the skills to type out a quick reply, and she reached into her pocket, hoping that she could reply something coherent to the chat. She was visualizing the keyboard, doing her very best, and she sent...


Hoping that the message she sent was a series of frowny faces, April almost missed Andy calling out the shots. "Uhh, on it! You can count on me!" There wasn't much water in the room. April cursed internally. Her eyes flickered over to Lady Nimue. Would she mind....? No, no she couldn't do that. She'd have to make her own water. And then, full of regret and mourning, April realized what she had to do.

"I'm so sorry, little one," April whispered to her iced caramel machiatto. Andy and Mads were both getting their asses kicked by the questing beast, landing in an unfun cuddle pile against the wall. April winced. Mary Sue had summoned up magical girl swords in front of them all - the one in front of April was blue, her favorite color. "Protected by Neptune, the Outer Planet of the Seas, Guardian of the Deep Sea. I am Sailor Neptune!"

April grabbed the sword. It was solid in her hands. And she dropped her iced coffee. The cup spilled its contents on the floor, and April channeled her energy through the sword. She aimed it at the spilled coffee and the water rose up from the ground, floating in front of her. She couldn't make more water out of it, but it was enough to work with. The questing beast was TERRIFYING but it still had to see.

So April went for the eyes!

She threw the water forward, transforming it into ice shards of ice. The ice missiles missed the questing beast's eyes, and April concentrated, turning the ice back into water and pulling it back towards herself. She tried again, and this time, her aim was true - two little shards of iced coffee speared themselves into the questing beast's eyes and it hissed in pain.

"OMG I GOT IT I GOT IT! TAKE THAT YOU FUCKING SNAKE!" April cheered.

But the beast wasn't done yet. While it had the head of a snake, snakes were still able to hear - muffled, but sounds were still audible. And the questing beast, hearing the excited screams of a teenage girl, charged right towards April, hissing all the way. Now might be a perfect time for someone to go for a sword.

Percy Novikov

Location: Gym - Training Room B
Skills: Small time-space displacement jumps


Ser Nemo didn't look to be the slightest bit surprised by Danni's outburst. If anything, Percy thought that Nemo seemed... almost wistful? Or melancholic? Maybe their coach was an absolute psychopath. No one else would seem to be totally at ease, even happy maybe, when people (admittedly an asshole) was yelling at them. The more Percy stared at Nemo, the more his head started to ache and pound. Somehow, he was convinced that Nemo knew that too. That somehow, their coach was purposefully messing with all of them, starting off with this Drag Race Mini Challenge they were forced to do.

"I am afraid that She-Ra was a bit before my time," Ser Nemo apologized to Danni. "But from what I understand of Madam Razz, I would quite like to meet her."

Percy was pissed though that Dorian told him to stay out of it. Percy didn't want to be a part of it. But he hated that Dorian Gray was telling him no, as if Percy wasn't good enough to be a part of his shitty group... Urgh, Percy felt like he was going to boil over. The room felt so incredibly hot and stuffy. He almost wished that his hallucinatory savior, the young Tony Stark, would pop off, blast everyone else to pieces, and then take Percy on an exclusive tour of the British Museum. "For the record, didn't want to be part of it," Percy muttered. It felt like a lie when he said it.

He was mildly impressed (and annoyed) by Dorian's sword fight with Nemo. Watching it as a bystander, he couldn't help but feel the frustration from his own attempts to kill Nemo. And he watched with narrowed eyes as Dorian finally got in an opening on the old man, just to... whiff it. Just like Percy had the previous day.

"Well done, Mr. Gray," Ser Nemo praised. "Your form could use some work, some more definition. Ensure you do not practice only with non-lethal blows. Extend your arcs on occasion, or else you will find yourself holding back in a real fight. Oh, and Ms. Flynn! Please, come, join us. We are doing an exercise in identifying an opponent's strengths and weaknesses."

Then Sabine read Ser Nemo for filth.

There was something eerie about Ser Nemo's life story, something that made Percy feel like hyperventilating. He pulled his gaze away from the old man and instead looked at Zelda. He couldn't get a good read on her emotions. Hopefully she had just gotten lost. But she also seemed like the quiet shy loner emo type of sorts. He hadn't seen her super often growing up, just at reunions for their parents, but enough that he considered her a friend of sorts.

Ser Nemo didn't burst into tears though or run away sputtering or scream at Sabine until she was red. Instead, he clapped. "Oh, bravo, Ms. Bassard!" he said, wiping a stray tear away from his eyes. It looked more like a tear of pride than anything else. "You are quite right, on all accounts. I must also offer my thanks for your choice to redact certain details which I have no doubt that you gleaned. It is one thing to be strong, but another to have compassion."

"Okay, my turn," Percy interjected. He felt like was about to vomit. It was like the longer he was in this room, the sicker he felt. He figured Zelda wouldn't mind going after him. She had just gotten here after all and was probably paralyzed with fear at the idea of speaking in public. "If I were fighting you, I wouldn't attack you. You're slippery and fast. But your students are not," Percy said. The air shimmered around him and he reappeared behind Danni. He held his fingers in the shape of a gun and pressed them into Danni's back. "If this were a real gun, you'd have to jump faster than I could pull the trigger. I take you by surprise by taking them all out."

"... Always violence with you, isn't it?" Ser Nemo said somewhat sadly. He looked at Percy like he was a particularly nasty toad who had just attempted to swallow a butterfly. "Be careful of the path that will bring you to... Now, Ms. Flynn, I believe it is your turn. Please, deduce my strengths and my weaknesses."


☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: Outside Burger King
Skills: N/A

Nancy nodded grimly at Zeke's assertion he would be with her until the bitter end. If everything worked out as it should, she would never age. She would always look to be on the cusp of adulthood. He would grow older, wrinkles covering his face, his vision failing, and his hair falling out along with his teeth. And then one day, he would die. And she would still be on the cusp of adulthood. She would stand by him until his end; but he could not stand by her until hers. But maybe they would both die in this conflict. Maybe then the vow would hold.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she heard Kristin's voice. She had to resist the urge to pull her blades and skin the demigod alive. What part of not coming did Kristin not understand? Did she think Nancy was just being dramatic and would end up doing this quest with them? Prophecies be damned, Nancy had found her workaround, and it didn't involve her having to work with Kristin or any of the others. She'd go to the grotesque hotel with Zeke. What the others did there, wandering around the Casino like zombies, well that was not any of her business. "Is she fucking deaf?" Nancy growled under her breath.

Irritation aside, they'd need to find a place to shelter down for the night. "Let's go find some shelter. I'd rather not sleep on the street." She wasn't thinking though about paying for a motel. Truthfully, she was thinking about finding some building that seemed reasonably safe - a school, maybe - and breaking in. They had to wait for first light if they were going to catch a ride from the Sun Chariot. Nancy hoped their asshole dad had been eavesdropping and knew they needed a ride.

🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

Location: Under the Sea
Skills: Superspeed

Much faster than even the speedster could've anticipated, Kiera was back from her mission and here to rejoin them. A small part of Leda was angry about that - she'd rather her girlfriend be out of harm's way, farm from Oceanus. But that wasn't the life of a demigod. And Leda wasn't going to keep Kiera like some prized flower, wilting away inside a jar. She would rather love Kiera briefly and lose her than rob her of everything that made her, well, her. She hoped her girlfriend felt the same.

The ground shook and Leda briefly lost her balance, the hefty weight of the trident throwing her off center. But she managed to steady herself. She grimaced, seeing that their means of escape had been drastically reduced. They could try to blast their way out, but the cave could collapse further and kill them all. The telekhines started barking, and if the theft of the trident hadn't been noticed before, it definitely was now. Sera was in. She didn't have any hesitation. Leda though couldn't help but feel... fear. Fear in a way she never did facing down common monsters. Her palms felt sweaty, even under water. "Alright. Kiera, take this - it should probably respond better to you," Leda said, handing her girlfriend the trident. It made sense. Poseidon's daughter would be more attuned to it.

"I'll start with the grunts, you two stay hidden till he comes out," Leda asked.

Leda then took off at a charge without waiting for confirmation from the sisters. Her sword glowed red as she swung it through the ranks of the demons, cutting off the sounds of their horrific barking and covering the cave floor in monster confetti. There were about two dozen or so of the beasts, and Leda moved so fast that the stroke of her sword was faster than the beating of her heart. She would have finished them all, had it not been for a sudden surge of pain, sending the speedster crashing to a halt. Blood collected around a horrific wound in her lower back, the teeth of a telekhine having sunk into her. Leda screamed out in pain, as the demon released her, her blood coating its teeth.




Perhaps you do not know how to read, otherwise you would have followed my instructions.

Dressed in what was once mine, you are now a Sorcerer Supreme of Earth-666 in the year 2021. I do not know why there are nine of you, but I have my suspicions. I was murdered in Limbo. This realm, existing outside of time and space, fractures the soul. One soul is multiplied into many. One Sorcerer Supreme begets nine. For the sake of my native reality, I hope that your powers are equal to mine. Anything less and our universe will fall.

Alone in this mountainous range, perhaps you have called out, searching for another soul. You might have waited for minutes - you might have waited for days. Time moves strangely here. It is impossible to track. Eventually, a red haze sweeps in - tiny particles of sand or dust, obscuring your vision. It buffets your face, and if it gets into your eyes, it will burn like a ghost pepper. The haze grows thicker and thicker, until your lungs are burning and your eyes streaming with a river of bloody tears.

It is then that you will see a crossroads ahead - with two other figures nearing the center.

Madalyne, Jack, and Annika will meet at a crossroads.

Maximilian, Princess Klara, and Carolina will meet at a crossroads.

Queen Runa, Prudence, and Edus will meet at a crossroads.

Runa the Grey

Location: Limbo
Skills: N/A
Spells: Elder Furhark Runes (algiz)


Runa sighed wearily. They had expected some sort of a response, some vicious mockery from Stephen's ghost. They were surprised that the (deceased) Sorcerer Supreme had not split off a portion of his soul for such an event. It was reckless. They reached into the pocket of the cloak, intending to see what else Strange had left. Their fingers wrapped around something stiff and scratchy - paper.

It had been eons since they had felt paper under their fingers. Yet they were blind and could not read even braille. Had they eyes to roll, they would have rolled them. Instead, they returned the piece of paper to the pocket. Perhaps later they could think up some way to read it. Seidhr was always an option, but it left the body vulnerable. They did not know where they were, but they could feel the heaviness and pain in the air - this was some sort of hell realm.

And she had no intention of dying here.

She tightened her grip on her staff. Though she did not know, the bones glowed slightly green , even after all this time. It was the last connection she had to someone she had adored more than the moon and the stars. The staff would one day kill her. She bore it all the same. "Åh, ånden min blir trett. Vil ikke noen forbarme seg over en gammel og lede meg mot ly?"1

She didn't expect it to be that easy. She heard not another living soul. However, her lungs began to burn - and so would have her eyes, had she something more than empty sockets. The burn spread all over her body, a chemical heat that caused only the slightest tinge of panic in her empty chest. Their bony fingers dug through the bag of runes they kept tied to their waist, feeling before recognizing the carving of algiz. A muttered spell shot up a flimsy shield of protection, and the aching chemical burn lessened, but her body continued to scream in protest.

Runa hobbled forward, through the stinging atmosphere. It might have been years of walking before it cleared. But eventually, she heard a new sound. She could hear the ground crunching under feet that were not hers. In the All-Tongue, they cried out, leaning their body weight on the staff. "Oh, kind traveler, won't you spare some time for an elderly soul who has lost their way? What realm pray tell is this?" Their hood fell over their face, obscuring the empty sockets.

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