@RedVII I'm still interested, but I'll be in Greece for a week so my particepation will be minimal until then. But I have a character in mind, one looking for revenge on those burning his family's ranch to the ground up in Minnesota and possibly a new life.
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New medical term: Dizzy mummy (condition of patient when world is spinning and only treatment is confinement to bed). I hate being sick...
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@Vampiretwilight: Funny indeed. Now to make it into a roleplay here...let the madness and sassy Narrator commence.
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Robert Adler
Location: Indiana(Heading for Grimm)
Skills: N/A
Robert's eyes were mostly locked onto the roads coming towards them at high speed, refraining from turning his head too much as they still were on their way towards the highway that would be much smoother. Robert hadn't been riding shotgun for years, at least not in a sober enough condition to blame his uneasy stomach on the road, nor had he been driving a whole lot outside of the city proper. The roads back home in Chicago weren't in perfect, mint-condition either, but this was different. Robert, mostly looking at the road, still turned to look at Adelaide a couple of times as they spoke. Not looking at her would feel awkward, even if they didn't know each other that much.
Then again, Robert was good at shoving his muddied shoe into his own mouth, so what did he know? Robert looked sideways to Adelaide with her giving him a quick overview of Grimm, their next destination. He nodded his head in confirmation, Grimm and Grimaldi. Neat. "You don't say? So your family is of importance to Grimm then? Italian, I assume." Robert casually commented on her family's history, continuing to listen as she explained further. "Yeah, sounds a whole lot like Friday 13th or Texas Chainsaw Massacre…Maloney?"
Robert at first didn't recognize the name, but it soon came crashing into his consciousness. His little joking comment now made himself feel bad for saying that. "Oh…right, sorry. Name didn't ring at first. Pscycho yeah…You have any idea why he wanted it like that? The horror-thingy and all?" Robert asked at first, his gaze going back to the road as he took a deep breath in, trying not to feel any worse than he already was. It wasn't really working, a mix of car-sickness and shame perhaps? Robert leaned further back into his seat, resting his against the passanger door as he slowly closed his eyes. Perhaps just getting some shut-eye would help? "Is it okay if I snooze a few minutes? I promise I don't snore. And if I do, just poke me or throw something at me."
Mahendra Huq Zalil
Location: Athribis
Skills: Geology, Excavation
Skills: Geology, Excavation
After what could only be best described as a titanic struggle between the very deities of Life and Death, where each side violently vied for control of the Lord Major's mortal soul and his rumpier parts, the combined strenght of the three of them mananaged to pull their beloved Lord Major from the brink of destruction and onto safe grounds. Mahendra, Gene and the Lord Major had to use all their strength, but they were successful. Mahendra found himself lying on his back for a moment, just breathing heavily after the ordeal.
"With all due…respect, Lord Major Sir…may I advise not repeat your valient charge into the darkness?" Mahnedra followed up on Gene's advise to the Lord Major, his heavy breathing interluding his words as he found his polite suggesting more fitting than what Gene threw at him. But Mahendra said no more of it, as Gene made the smarter decision of simply shouting down into the hole rather than throwing one's body down it's unknown shaft.
Yes, they had to be ready for any more of whatever surprises these tunnels were ready to throw at them. Mahendra got back on his feet, listening to Nora's theory of pushing said numbers in order to unluck something less dangerous to their lives, as he himself began to look around the tunnel. If Nora was looking for something that might be of use, Mahendra would see if he could detect anything of danger to them; Traps and the like. "If you are sure of that, please do. I will look for more dangers that we can avoid."
Mahendra was probably more in his element than he had been for a while, his trained eyes moving back and forth across the stone walls that surrounded them at all sides. And it was a good thing he knew what he was doing, more than he'd done more than probably his while time in the Fellowship. The more Mahendra scrutinized the stones and walls, he came to the same conclusions. "I think we are safe, for now. It does not appear to be any more dangerous holes or of that kind here." Mahendra informed the group, turning to face Nora as she investigated her own portion of the wall. "Miss Kingston? You may be onto something there. Just be careful, it might be of the outmost importance to us and our quest."
Richard Barker
Location: Athribis
Skills: Observation, Deduction, Stealth
Skills: Observation, Deduction, Stealth
This was how Richard operated. Alone. It had always been like that, only him and his own wits and fists to back him up, ever since he left the Force. His hermit-like attitude was both forced upon himself by the others in his precinct, his anger and frustration after the alleyway-ambush nearly got him killed making the others weary of Richard, but also put on by himself. He didn't anyone else out there to take a knife or a bullet for him.
Richard, he wasn't worth it.
Richard continued to make his way out of the crowded train-area of Athribis, glad that most people had the common sense to leave the poor American bastard alone and get the hell out of dodge. As he began to hear the sound of chaos behind him fade away, that's when he noticed it. The footprints. Richard crouched down, looking at the what appeared of a group of people moving further into the dig-site. "Well looks what we have here…" As Richard raised his head slowly, his eyes following the tracks up ahead and down into what could only be an underground part of the dig-site, he couldn't help but note the orderly condition these tracks were in. At least in comparison to the mayhem left behind him. The underground looked like a good lead. Progress! Making his way towards the entrance, Richard trained his eyes and ears into the darkness. His own footsteps and breath hushed down to the level of a long-fingered street urchin, his detective skills were ready and put for anything to happen. Perhaps much to his annoyance or relief, nothing came out of the underground to attack him. Nothing. It was quiet, dark and quiet. Even his New York night eyes needed some light in order to continue down unto the unknown. "And so, the usual way to go is down into the dark and dirty. Just like home…" Richard whispered to himself, his fingers searching for the lighter in his pocket and his eyes for anything to make a torch or anything.
Alexander Polawski
Location: Camp Mexico Beach: H6 Quarantine (Conference Room -> Briefing)
Skills: N/A
Skills: N/A
Alexander stiffled the desire to shed a tear and stopped himself from calling Thana "Ma'am" when Thana saluted him back. He felt something, something he hadn't felt in years, thanks to that simple salute. For a moment he didn't know what it was, and he half expected whatever feeling it was to be just as bad as any connection to the military had been these past decades. But it didn't. Alexander thought it was…pride, perhaps? Yes, it could be that. Pride in that someone had saluted him back, not because of his uniform or etiquette, but perhaps he deserved it?
The old veteran didn't say anything else as the others continued on their parts of the reunion, Thalia and Manny doing the heavy-lifting of the talking, one more than the other. There really wasn't much else to say, really. Alexander wasn't going to start briefing her about their past time without her, how they got on without a hand and leg, or their plans for now. That could be saved for later. Besides, Alexander and Thana hadn't left on the best of terms, and Alexander didn't know what to say. But the old veteran, Mugsy as Thana called him just like before, kept on smiling and standing in the small group, still getting used to his new leg. But Alexander didn't put his hand on Manny's shoulder as he stopped talking, giving him a good pat. Thalia was right. Even if Manny had a fighter jet's engine for a mouth, he was damn good.
The opening of the door a few minutes later was enough to pull Alexander's attention out of the conversation they had, watching Panama enter the room and calling up from a of names. Their names. Alexander's surname was there at the very top it seemed, Polawski. Like he was called forth for inspection of trousers or about to be told to call down some heavy ordinance on a suspicious-looking bush. Alexander gave a look at his friends, confusion coming from his face. Why did Gunny want to see them, and them in particular? Alexander wasn't about to argue against a direct order, and followed Panama to what ended up being marked as "Briefing". Still not used to his new leg, Alexander decided to take a seat and rest his stump now that he could as they were waiting on Gunny. For what, he still had no idea. Alexander only sat in the chair, looking at the others and fiddling with his Catholic rosary still wrapped around his wrist.
Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper
Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room)
Skills: N/A
Skills: N/A
Nigel turned his head from looking at the heart-warming reunion in the middle of the room and looked back at Erica, giving her a wide grin at her teasing and nudge. "Hey, if you don't want an answer you won't be surprised of, don't ask questions you already know the answer to." Nige said teasingly back to her, chuckling at their banter as he looked back around the room. His shoulders were lowered, not raised like they had been for years after the Undead rose and he had to fight for his life every moment. Things were calm inside Quarantine, and like Erica said about the two girls, they were doing all right. "Good, they were in bad shape earlier this week. We all were, but now…I think all of us might be all right."
Sitting now beside Erica in their own corner of the room, Nigel put away his book on Rome entirely, closing it with a bookmark at his last read page about the Battle of Adrianople and placing it beside him. He would focus entirely on Erica and what else might happen in the room, reading with all the noise was no fun after all. "Erica? What are the odds that someone we knew starts walking into the camp as well? Is there anyone you're hoping for? Fate's already lead two of their friends here. Ducunt volentem fata, fate leads the willing…" Nigel asked Erica, a hopeful seriousness in his voice ending in another chuckle from earlier, prompting him to give Erica an amused look. "No wait, you were right about earlier. Of course I was reading about Rome."
Nigel looked up from his and Erica's seated talk when Panama returned to the room, announcing that some of them were to follow him. What, more interviews? And all of them together? The list was six people in total, so what were they going to do? Why not Wayne or Hunter, since they had made a show of themselves so to speak? Nigel "Hadrian" looked back at Erica, giving her a questioning look as if she could answer him.
Robert Adler
Location: Chicago (Grimaldi Books: Adelaide's Car)
Skills: Law, Research
Robert was glad to put his backpack in the car and get into the passenger seat, leaning back in it as Adelaide started up the car and began to drive away. For a moment Robert raised his brows at the fact that Adelaide didn't turn on her GPS before she started driving. In fact, she didn't turn it on throughout the entire drive out of Chicago, clearly doing it by memory. Robert had to pull the side of his mouth into a smile, at least Adelaide had the brains to drive like they did back in the ol' days. Robert himself was a Chicago-native, so he had to give it to her.
Soon enough they were outside of Chicago, driving through Indiana and going towards Gary. It was odd for Robert to not be the one driving. Usually he was alone in his own car, listening to his own music and talking to himself or someone on the phone - Yes, holding it with his hand up to his phone, like a maniac, excuse you. But since he was the passenger for once, he thought he'd might as well use the time he had. "Let's see, mind if I do some reading?" Robert asked Adelaide, not waiting for an answer really as he leaned back to grab one of the FBI-files they'd found. It was one of the older files, but for all the effort Robert put into focusing on reading, he couldn't.
In fact, he was getting car-sick.
Robert's face turned a faint shade of green, though he probably felt worse than he looked. Either way, it was no use in reading now. "…that's what I get for not having been riding shotgun for…God, I don't know, years I guess. Any idea on how long till we reach the highways?" Robert asked Adelaide as a second question, putting the file back where he'd found it and turning his eyes back on the rode. Keep looking forward, make sure your brain could see where you were going. Breath in, breath out. Don't vomit on the interiour of Adelaide's shinier car than his own. "So what should we expect down there? In Grimm, I mean. Never been there myself, but it doesn't sound like an all-too-well nice place. No offense."
I might just peak my interest in this endeavour too! Going to be gone most of the next two weeks, but I may even show some interest in being a Co-GM if I can fit in the time.
Mahendra Huq Zalil
Location: Athribis
Skills: N/A
Skills: N/A
Mahendra wanted to have an answer for Lauren on what they should do. The Bengali wished he knew exactly what to do in such a situation, and go straight on through it. Action was the name of the game! But as he stood there and stared at the spot where Bella had been a few moments earlier, his mind came up blank. It must have been a combination of shock at the unexpected, and that he had been a soldier in the Army, not an officer. The Lord Major though would surely know what to do!
What Mahendra did not expect to happen, was for the Lord Major to throw himself so eagerly into the same hole. Reaching down in search of their lost and strange lady, that was one thing, but this? This time Mahendra jumped into action, handing his lit torch to anyone able to hold it for him, before throwing himself at his knees before the hole. "Lord Major!" Mahendra shouted, looking down into the hole alongside Gene who holding out her hand. Even for her untimely comments on bravery, of which she couldn't possibly understand how brave a good Englishman could be, Mahendra felt a sense of relief that she was willing to help. "Lord Major, are you all right? We're here, try to take our hands if you can!"
Mahendra also stretched out his hand down into the hole like Gene, looking down into it to see the Lord Major hanging by his belt or something. If the Gods had been angry at their dearly beloved Lord Major, then Mahendra was more than happy that their anger didn't end in his death. After all, Mahendra had yet to prove his worth to that man. "Lauren, Miss Kingston? Could any of your bring some light here? It's quite dark."
Richard Barker
Location: Athribis
Skills: Observation, Deduction
Skills: Observation, Deduction
"All right then, just be carefu-GOD!" If one could say one thing that made Richard really stand out in his current crowd of people, it was his tounge. He didn't care, he was used to swearing back home and few people batted an eye at his words. Then again he rarely ran in the 'right' crowds, so who was there to be outraged? Here however, people were certainly giving him a look or two. Richard didn't care for the split second the friendly stranger snapped his nose back in place, as a jolt of pain shot through his head. But as soon as his nose was back in place, he could breath out in relief. The cleaning he'd gotten wasn't bad either, though he was warned that it would hurt even more tomorrow.
"Yeah sure, I guess that's as good a reason as any to get stupidly drunk? Thanks pal, I owe you." Richard said back to the one helping him, giving a last thanks and offering a cigarette, before he turned back to the case at hand. Richard looked around the area, his detective-eyes scanning his surroundings, looking for any signs of where to head next. He'd been good at that back home; a door left open, a clearly ransacked drawer or file cabinet, a car left running, you name it. Besides seeing Faye still talking to the crazy goat-lady, Richard took note of a few places. With all the commotion at this place, nobody were paying attention to what was going on there.
It was as good a start as any. Richard figured that if the Americans weren't in the area around the train, they might be at the actual dig-site. Richard looked back at where Faye was talking with the woman. He tried to get her attention, giving her a big wave and then nodding in the direction he was intending on going. If she was busy making conversation about supernatural goats and whatnot, he didn't want to waste any time, as Richard put his fedora back on his head and began making his way towards one of the areas he saw. His cigarette planted firmly between his fingers and the napkin wiping off whatever remaining bloodstains on his face, he was going.
Richard Barker was back on the case!
Alexander Polawski
Location: Camp Mexico Beach: H6 Quarantine (Conference Room)
Skills: N/A
Skills: N/A
It don't mean nothin'.
It was a phrase Alexander had heard many a time over. At first it was just something he heard one of the younger, yet experienced troopers say when the young Alexander first arrived in Vietnam. It was just a phrase amongst many others; Charlie in the trees, Birds in the sky, Get your shit together, the list went on for longer than Alexander could imagine. It wasn't until after his first serious encounter with the enemy that the phrase really struck him. It don't mean nothin'. It really didn't. He was sure he wasn't getting out of that gunfight alive, prayed like a madman in his head while he fired back at Charlie and radio'ed in for air-support. But when he came out alive, the phrase still stuck. He was just glad to have come out in one piece.
I don't mean nothin'.
Alexander looked up at Manny as the baby-boomers were reunited, Manny asking him what he thought. He looked back at Ash for a moment, imagining himself with that satisfied look on his own face, then looked back up at Manny. "I don't know." Alexander told his friend, though it was a half lie. He didn't know exactly what had happened to Ash, but… "It could anything, really. But if you ask me, Manny, whatever it was, it looks like it was worth it." the old veteran continued, the feeling in his gut being all too familiar once again.
He wasn't paying attention to the conversation Beatrice and Thalia were having, that was none of his business after all. Just like he shouldn't, and wouldn't pry his nose into the deal with Ash, hence his half answer. And not much happened afterwards that Alexander took note of, only continuing his friendly conversation with Manny, like two ol' retirees meeting up in Miami on a hot summer day. It wasn't until some time afterwards when two new people entered the room. One a big, Middle-Eastern guy, called "Franken" by the Major. Another a woman, limping on one foot and to Alexander perhaps she was Navy…wait, Navy?
Alexander instictively rose to his one foot and prosthetic leg, eyes locked onto the woman like a Charlie sharpshooter in the jungle, mouth opened wide in equal disbelief and joy at wha the was seeing. WHO he was seeing. He didn't hear or care what came out of Wayne's mouth, nor was he in a position to follow Ash's order for attention. Alexander crossed himself, giving one quick look up in the sky and mouthing something akin to a "Thank you, Lord.", before he looked back at the attention of the whole room.
Having someone come crawling back from the jungle wasn't unknown to the old veteran. He vividly recalled how one member of his squad, lost two days ago in a fight and presumed KIA, crawled his ass back to their FOB. The mere sight of the man alive, thought dead, dropped a few jaws at first, followed by a roaring applause from those less stunned. He had been one tough grunt, Lawrence his name was. If there had been anyone who could make it out of hell with only an Army issue combat knife, it had been him.
Now Alexander could add Thana to that list.
Now on his feet and no longer praying to God, Alexander slowly stepped forward after Manny, his eyes never parting from Thana. Checkbook or Nikki had already hugged her, followed swiftly by Thalia who added on her appearance. Yeah, she looked like shit. Like she'd been through Hell and back over a weekend, but she was here and alive. And that was what mattered. It was no longer the difference between MIA and KIA. She was present and accounted for. As usual Manny did most of the talking, but Alexander had few words to say. No tears to shed, he couldn't, not with everyone around. Not even when Thalia cried. He wouldn't ask about the scar, where she'd been or anything.
Alexander stood beside Manny and looked straight at Thana, the side of his mouth pulled into a smile as he attempted a salute for their previous leader. "Welcome back, Navy…It's… it's good to see you."
I don't mean nothin'. Thana was back.
Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper
Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room)
Skills: N/A
Skills: N/A
Nigel had turned back to his book for a moment when Erica came over to tap him on the shoulder. Still holding onto the book, Nigel looked up from his litterature to see who it was, giving Erica a smile once he was it was indeed her. He wouldn't normally have been so keen to put away a good book he was reading, but for a selected few he'd make an exception. Erica was one of those people. "Besides Hank not getting an answer from Ashton?" Nigel asked back at Erica, briefly giving Hank a look more in jest than spite, before looking back at her. "Not much, just reading."
There were several conversations going on around the Conference Room, none of which Nigel had anything to do with. But it wasn't easy to ignore all the banter going on around him; People asking what happened to Ash and his bruised face, Hunter apologizing to Tatiana for what he'd done their first they there, two of the smaller groups chatting about something, and the two parents caring for their child. After a few days in Quarantine, nothing stuck out to him, except Ash's obvious damage and Hunter acting like a decent person. And then there were him and Erica, whom he thought he could indulge his perhaps eccentric interests with.
"It's a book on the collapse of Rome. Perhaps not surprising to you anymore, is it?" Nigel said jokingly to Erica, showing her the cover of the book. "It's something to read in the very least, until we get out of this place. I mean, I like reading and all, but these walls are getting to me." He had to admit, going outside into the sun, however hot or humid it might be, was better than staying cooped up inside like some underfunded retirement home. "What about you? How's the two girls doing?"
After the interviews had been conducted and Nigel expected no more people to enter the door, he was proven obviously wrong with the entrence of two newcomers. Nigel looked away from his conversation with Erica and over at the two entering after another, giving them a good look over. He hadn't seen either of them before. "Do you know them?" he quietly asked Erica, listening to Major calling one out by name, either their real one or codename. The other one, the lady, Checkbook clearly gave a more emotional response to, charging at her, only for her to be stopped and then let through once more.
"No way…" Nigel said out quietly at the sight. He remembered that woman, even with her military clothes and badly scarred face. This was Thana, the woman everyone had spoken off and had some connection with. Even he had, he found the pictures of her and her family after all. And here she was, alive and in the flesh. Nigel had to smile as he watched some of the survivors make their way towards her, either embracing her or simply talking to her like long lost friends. "Amor vincit omnia, it would seem." Even Hank had joined in on the fun, though Nigel could only shake his head at the man's imprudence, though he still smiled. "Gaudeamus igitur. Therefore, let us rejoice."
Robert Adler
Location: Chicago (Grimaldi Books: Robert's apartment -> Outside of store)
Skills: Law, Research
Who was Robert lying to? He wasn't going to miss his apartment, not for a good long while at least. He surely likely his apartment, it wasn't that. In that time and economy, you'd have to be a fool not to accept an apartment like this when you had the chance; Adeliade was a decent land-lady, all things considered, and it was a whole lot better to be living there than out on the street or in his office like he usually did. But that was the thing, the very thing. He was tired; tired of going to the office, doing his work, coming back home to sleep and repeat. This wasn't a life, it was a routine. A repeating part of a huge machinery. It pissed Robert off.
So when he closed the door behind him and locked it, a part of him still found it annoying that they were going to Grimm. How was going there helping in locating Adelaide's books? But the other part of him, far out-weighing the first one, was glad to get out of this place. Perhaps the change of scenery would put a smile on the grumpy, old man's face for once?
Making his way down to the streets again, Robert didn't idle by. Thinking, thinking and digging was his job, and so he did as he descended the stairs he normally swore at. If they were going to Grimm, and already were planning on visiting the county office for information of Patty Fisher, were else could they do some research? To the man who'd spent far too long rubbing his nose in these sorts of matters, another line of investigation stuck out ot him; Hall of Records. It was, as they say, an "oldie but goldie". They'd probably find something of use there. What that something was, only time and research would show.
Finally Robert walked out on the street outside of the building. It didn't take long for him to realize Adeliade had parked her SUV on the curb and was in the process of packing in her things. "All good? Where can I put by backpack?" Robert asked her, shuffling his backpack off his back and holding it by one of the straps. It was Adelaide's car, and probably her rules applied. "Nice car. Want any help with that?"
Mahendra Huq Zalil
Location: Athribis
Skills: N/A
Skills: N/A
They were going down, into the unknown darkness that hid as many secrets as the desert dunes of Egypt were endless. With the sunlight disappearing behind them as they went downwards, Mahendra was unsuccessful in his diligent search for any tools useful in their endeavour. But his eyes did catch something else; torches! Mahendra picked up a handful of them, half burnt but still very much useable. They were making progress! Even if they did not know what they were looking for.
And not a second too late. As Mahendra had taken the torches, a voice up ahead called for some light to be produced. It was Nora, after Bella had called forth the group's expert on mathematics. And from what Mahendra understood from earlier, had been with Vera more than him. "Just a moment, Miss Kingston." Mahendra called back to the lady, shuffling the handful of torches to a better position with one in his other hand. He made his way over to whatever Nora was inspect, as he saw the little flame from the Lord Major's lighter. "Here, Lord Major Sir. This should do the trick." He told him, holding out the torch, ready for them to get some better light down there. Now how long these torches would last for, or how long they were planning on staying underground. Only the Gods themselves would know how this quest would end. Would they be caught, as Mahendra had voiced his concern about earlier, or something much worse?
"Do you know what these hieroglyphics stand for, Miss? Do they appear familiar?" Mahendra managed to ask Nora, just before the rumbling registered beneath their feet. "What was…" His words vanished in a loud gasp, as he turned around to witness Bella fall into a hole in the ground. And just as quickly as she was gone, so vanished the hole. Mahendra stood frozen in place, eyes staring widely at the spot she had stood in moment earlier. "Miss…Miss Bella!"
Richard Barker
Location: Athribis
Skills: N/A
Skills: N/A
It was a mess, all of it! The chaos enveloping all of Athribis it seemed, his nose, this entire investigation. Richard sighed audably as he looked around for someone standing out to him. Someone, anyone who could give them some damned answers! All Richard was able to take note of around them as they entered Chaos Central, was Faye's attempt at reassuring him it was only a rare case of bad luck, and the crazy goat-lady. "Bad luck, nothing more or less...I hope so, 'cause I'm getting real tired of this bullshit that keeps happening to us. "
Richard found another cigarette from his cheap pack stuffed in his pocket, having to put his fedora under one arm and fiddling with the smoke and lighter as he clumsly held the napkin against his bleeding nose. If he was going to be as miserable as he was at this moment, then he was sure as hell going to enjoy his god damned cigarettes! The bloodied detective, a newly lit cigarette now filling nicotine smoke into his lungs, turned as Faye went to talk with the goat woman. Clearly Faye found the woman interesting, rambling on about the goat vanishing into thin air and whatnot. It was her thing, the unexplainble. Richard raised his shoulder, giving Faye one last look as she left him. "Yeah sure, just be careful, Faye. I…I guess I will do that."
With so many people losing their collective shit about the mayhem, it was a pleasent surprise to see some people helping each other. People actually cared enough to help, even if they weren't neccecarely medical personell. But with his nose, was Richard in any position to be picky? Richard did head Faye's advice and went to look for some of the people doing their best to patch up the sorry sods around the place.
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