towerofanimus | 01

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Characters: ~~terror #2~~ legolas (au1) et tu
Setting: DORM 1-04 > CAFETERIA > FLOOR 3 (LIBRARY)
Format: prose or action brackets, wateva you want
Summary: new arrival or is he. it's like legolas' evil twin. except less evil and just more likely to stare at you for a while.
Warnings: WORDS. otherwise just your average horror game warnings. will update!
EDIT will be rather slow because school hahaha.

> > > DORM ROOM 1-04

[he wakes in his dreams, hands folded over his chest, eyes open and staring at the ceiling like always. but he is not sleeping, and he is not dreaming; he is awake. he is awake and he cannot move. it is different, this waking, different from coming into consciousness submerged in liquid, different from waking up in a cold, silent morgue. his hands feel his own heartbeat, but he pays the rapid flutter no mind.

instead, he zeroes in on the sounds of footsteps, people moving about-- within the room or outside it. in this he is grateful, for having expected to wake up deafened, muted, and all but blinded by some liquid meant to keep him safe, to have his senses present is a boon. it is in this manner that he slowly realizes he can move again, as if a spell has suddenly been lifted. he starts by moving his fingers, flexing them, clenching into fists.

at the next sound he bolts up and presses himself against the nearest wall; stone, he realizes, and digs his fingers into what grooves he can find to keep from digging at the collar around his neck as he surveys his surroundings. it is out of fear that he is glad to be alone, to dwell momentarily on tumultuous emotions before schooling himself to read the first of two papers he can see nearby. it is the basics of his current location, it seems-- helpful, something he would have like in his previous two dwellings. a tower this time, grounded at least, though he should like to be on solid soil completely.

the second paper he hesitates to pick up, but he does, and what he reads almost makes his heart stop. it is hard to believe-- he and frodo surely have not been gone so long from middle-earth, have they? did time not stop until they returned?

..no. that is a foolish thought, a ridiculous notion. a world's evil does not stop because its greatest threat is taken. yet still he cannot, will not accept it as truth. indeed, he folds the letter back up and throws it aside, taking another minute before he moves for the trunk at the end of the bed.

anyone who walks in while he's changing (into this) might catch sight of black text tattooed on the inner side of his arm that reads SCI » 007 » 120.]

> > > CAFETERIA

[the collar is not restricting, perhaps, but it is uncomfortable still. but the ship's uniform gives him some sense of comfort (of the wrong sort, perhaps), and he finds the oatmeal plain and tasteless, as it should be, but certainly not the worst he's ever eaten. (honestly, lembas for weeks? even deliciously rejuvenating food of his own kind could tire him out.)

even after months of eating little but fruit, that is exactly what he collects afterward from the back-- a bit of whatever is in season, and a handful of smaller fruits to work on as he peruses through the contents of the one letter he took with him. recent habit has him taking out a smaller portion of food than he would normally, as he is yet unable to perceive that there is, perhaps, more than enough to go around here. he isn't taking chances.]

> > > LIBRARY

[in one of the communication terminals, there is a being practically curled up in the chair; his clothes are black, his skin light, and his hair a dim gold. the bow and arrow set next to him and the upswept point of his ears might remind him of another, one who may have little reason to be where he is. there is a book in his lap, open, and he glances down at it occasionally, if only as a distraction before returning to his main intention. slowly scrolling through the network, he reads through the posts to get a sense of what has been happening. it was not his own idea, not really, but the memory of another who did this lingers in his mind. he figures it can't hurt to try it.

the book?

a nondescript botanical documentary of the amazon rainforest, first edition.]

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[Legolas, the other one, entered the cafeteria without a single thought of what (or rather who) he would encounter there. He gathered what food he thought good, scavenging his own food the past month made simply getting it from the cafeteria convenient indeed. His plate had a couple croissants on it, hash browns, steamed rice and natto with a glass of plum juice.

When he went to find somewhere to eat though, he stopped in his tracks as he passed the table that his double was currently sitting at. He knew that he hadn't died recently or done anything to cross the administrators, so he couldn't have been hallucinating.]

Mae g'ovannen. [Said slowly, as thought trying determine if Legolas was real or not.]

[the myriad of smells in this room makes it hard to single out the scent of elf, one which is so familiar and sorely missed. truly, he'd thought it was his own odor (not that he'd admit it, because clearly elves don't smell), but that thought immediately requires rectification when he hears his own voice speaking to him. and not from his own mouth.

the blueberry in his hand stops halfway to its destination; he looks up, slowly, and manages to shut his mouth before he looks like a fool. oh, what a place i have come to.

he's heard of this, of there possibly being two of one person. he knows there was another of him before he arrived in the city. it has been many months (perhaps) since that time, but this could not be so difficult.]

..Well-met. [a pause, almost hesitant, as he puts down paper and fruit--] Are you also Legolas?

[..then again, maybe it could be.]

[He almost drops his dish when the other answers. Many people have doubles of themselves in this tower, he's seen and spoken with a couple people that had doubles. Why is he finding it so strange to see another Legolas?

Finally, after a few moments of stunned silence and (possibly) rude staring, he sets his plate down on the table and takes a seat across from his double.]

I am. Legolas Thranduilion.

[He just cannot help but stare again and maybe release a quick laugh.]

I've not seen you here before now. When did you appear in this forsaken tower?

[oh. well, he wasn't quite expecting a response to that, or at least, not that particular one. the idea that there could be two of him... he isn't sure if it's harder or easier to believe than there being two of frodo, or aragorn, or anyone else.

he takes little heed of the staring; it's hard to stare rudely of an elf who would do the same to others.]

A strange, forsaken place. [he mirrors the laugh, though it is less so and more a flicker of a smile.] You have seen me in a mirror, surely. But I arrived only today, if a day has not yet passed.

A mirror, yes, but that is hardly the same as seeing yourself physically in a room where there are none.

[How did everyone else here handle there being more than just themself? Especially without any thought or warning that the other would appear. He'd seem friends arrive and vanish but never had he seen them more than once. Although, perhaps he'd have to get used to it now.]

Let me welcome you then, and answer any questions you may have.

It is easy enough to imagine one. A mirror that does not follow your movements, has its own thoughts, eats its own food.. [he shrugs at length, though his heart still beats rapidly. it is a strange concept to accept, truly, but he thinks he can handle it. after having known two aragorns, two frodos, even two of someone who looked like aragorn.. meeting himself just seems to be another thing he will have to adapt to.]

I have no questions that would not be answered with time. I would learn for myself as much of this tower as I may.

[not that he doesn't appreciate the offer, really. but it has been this way in both of the places he's been taken to; so much he would ask but nothing he could think of at the time. surely there was no one who could know everything.]

It would not be a mirror then, would it?

[Later, Legolas might consider going to the network and questioning how others handle meeting a double of themselves, should it become confusing. He hoped it wouldn't though.]

As you wish but I am easily found should you wish. And I take a glance at the terminals at least once each day.

[In the hopes of seeing a familiar face. Although, he'd already found one and it had nothing to do with the network.]

It could be, if it so wishes. [he pauses for a moment, glancing at the garment of the other. clothes he had not seen for so long, even before the ship and before the city. he has seen them in his own trunk.. and isn't sure he wants to wear them.] ..But it does not. It would garb itself in black and put all of its hair up if that is what it takes. There are times, after all, where one should not be mistaken for the other.

[but there's a small smile as he speaks (mostly) in jest, and because-] I would not pester myself with every little question that came to mind. [-he's perfectly fine with pestering everyone else.]

Quite true though why would you prefer such dark colors? I'm sure there are ways to tells us apart without having to wear such things in a place that is dark in spirit.

[He smiles a bit himself, grabbing a piece of food from his own dish and taking a small bite.] You are welcome to all the same, I've been here longest than others of our world, but for Gandalf.

It is the only thing I have readily at hand for distinguishing the two of us from the other. True, it gives me dark memories, but such is it with many other things as well. I will not shy from a shred of clothing that has been worn before, and with little ill to show for it.

[if you don't count falling almost deathly ill.. being shoved into a black hole... seeing your worst nightmares (next to losing your entire world) come to pass. little ill indeed.]

I know, and I shall, if curiosity should get the better of me.

We shall have to seek a better way to distinguish the two of us, if you would wish it. There's much to find and make here, depending on the mood and whims of our administrators.

['Little ill' his ~~glorious elven rear~~ ears.]

Very well then.

I do not mind what we have now. But if it is a matter of concern, I would be willing for an alternative.

[understatements of the century. pauses for a moment, thoughtful.]

Are there others here from our world aside from us and the friendly White Wizard?

Not too great a concern. It could turn out to be fun.

[Here he grins and nods.]

Haldir and Idrial are here. Gimli has since disappeared, unfortunately.

[After Togami had a bit of a fuss this morning, let's just say he didn't take it well to being trapped again. He wondered what whims he would be subjected to in this tower. This mastermind was a coward, even more so than the one before, at least they had bothered to communicate face to face.

Anywhoo he turned away the disgusting slop served in this mediocre eatery. After dumping it into the trash can, he passed by Legolas.]

I wouldn't eat that if I were you. I've seen better food served to pigs.

[he is very surprised at the company, having seen many people already wandering the floors already. no stranger to strangers, but he has no real love of company at the moment. even so, he would be polite, as the other seems to be imparting some words of wisdom.

...probably.]

I have seen and had worse as well. Not as good as fruit, perhaps, but it is food all the same.

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[He sits up against the closest wall, debating whether to ask again for something that had a little more substance. He couldn't go around on an empty stomach after all.]

Fruit is fine, so long as it isn't spoiled. But I wouldn't trust this place to carry anything appetizing.

[he watches momentarily, intending to learn by example rather than inquire too much. there are few people to turn to in the depths of the woods, and fewer still who would respond kindly.]

I take it the controllers of this tower do not care much for the well-beings of their prisoners.

So I've observed. They've chained us to collars like animals again.

[Togami takes a seat on the end of Legolas table, his hands rested on his chin.]

[he's been branded, if one could call it that, but to be collared is another thing entirely. his expression darkens somewhat the mention of it.]

Removal of it is not possible, then?

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If it was, I would have taken it off already.

[Of course he just break it but physical strength wasn't his expertise.]

Would you know what would happen if it was attempted?

[he can't shoot an arrow at himself, but he has a blade that may damage it. but even so, he keeps in mind the consequences of whose on the ship who had tried to remove their tattoos. unpleasant consequences. he'd like avoid such things, if possible.]

I have a few guesses, it could sound the alarm for whoever is charge of this or it could kill us. I wouldn't be surprised since they would want to make it entertaining for themselves

Collared as beasts and treated as toys... [muttered with no small amount of displeasure. he continues, but more in a musing fashion than an outright question directed at anyone.] But how would killing us in such a cowardly manner be entertaining?

Trust me, there's people who take pleasure in watching our downfall. [He's had more than his fair share of those types of people.]

Taiki didn't really spend all that much time in the library, but today he was looking for something to read. He had been quiet since his death and resurrection as a monstrosity of a giraffe. He walked hand in hand with Sanshi.

When he saw Legolas curled up in the chair and ran over with a small smile. "Hello Legolas!"

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Having met the other one of him, he understands how he could be mistaken for another-- they are, after all, the same person. Or elf. Somewhat.

But this escapes his mind initially in favor of instinct; an instinct that says I do not know you. Even though he believed he would have no trouble with being approached, he is too used having safe places, places were none could find him unless he wished to be found. In an eagerness to see these communication devices, he'd forgotten that others must use them as well. How he did not hear them approaching.. he supposes he would attribute it to his engrossment in the device in the wall.

His posture stiffens but he manages to stay in his seat as he turns to regard the two figures, one of them abnormally tall (to his eyes) and with a head of silver, not unlike others that he knows. But the body is wrong, for those whom the hair would remind him of.

"...Hello." Finally spoken, softly, as he takes turns his gaze to the smaller of the two. "My apologies-- I believe you.. have me mistaken for another."

How do you even break this kind of news to someone.

Encountering his double twice in the same day hadn't been his intention. In fact, he'd come to the library now in the hopes of finding Tohko and returning the copy of The Little Prince that she had brought to him after he'd found the graves of his friends. Though it seemed that 'fate' had entirely different plans for today and he entered in time to hear Taiki call out to his twin.

He crosses through the room, tucking the book he'd brought with him under his arm and approaching the three with a smile. He gave a nod to Sanshi, should the other glance towards his approach, and stood just a bit away from Legolas and Taiki. He wasn't entirely sure what he could say just yet so he went with a simple and soft:

"Taiki."

"Oh..." Taiki stepped backwards respectfully and Sanshi steadied him; he still wasn't well though the blood sickness was better than it had been when he had died. "Sorry... I didn't mean to disturb..." He turned at the sound of his name and his face lit up when he saw the other Legolas. So his friend hadn't disappeared.

He ran over to him Sanshi following, "Sorry... I got mixed up..."

"It was no trouble." He tries to offer a smile-- and succeeds, if only marginally --for it is strange still, and a slight bit painful, to be mistaken for.. well. Himself. Just how many friends had the other Legolas made here? How many more times would they have to clarify which one they were?

But it seems at least that many, or some, are used to this matter of doubles. It is one less thing to deal with, anyway.

"I do not blame you; even I found myself confused when we first met." He sounds slightly amused, if anything, though he watches his other self carefully. Peculiarly good timing, even for an Elf. Even for himself.

Perhaps Legolas should have gone to the network to warn his friends of the other after they had parted in the cafeteria, but the idea simply hadn't occurred to him. It seemed it was too late now though for the most innocent of his friends to be spared the discovery.

"Nor do I. You didn't get mixed up at all, we are both Legolas." He lay a hand lightly on Taiki's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze before letting go. He still wasn't entirely sure what Sanshi thought of him and didn't want to do anything more than permitted.

"Legolas, this is Taiki. One of the first people here that I could claim as a friend."

Taiki's eyes flickered nervously to other Legolas though he managed a small smile. He stayed close to Legolas though and blinked in confusion when he claimed him as a friend. Taiki didn't think that he would be considered a friend by many, never mind by Legolas who had always helped him far more than Taiki could help him in return.

"It... It's nice to meet you Legolas..."

He removes the book from his lap and turns enough to manage a bow, one hand on his chest, though he remains seated.

"Hail and well-met, Taiki," spoken as amiably as he is able to towards a stranger, even one that he (technically) would call friend. He straightens again but keeps himself from going rigid and tense. "A friend of a friend is a friend indeed."

Part of him worried for this interaction, for fear of how his 'twin' and Taiki might get along. For all the time he knew the kirin, short as it seemed now, he'd grown quite fond of him and worried over his well-being.

"And now, I must apologize. I did not intend to intrude for more than but to assure Taiki that the administrators have not caused trouble among us again."

He'd already seen enough people upset and he knew how upset Taiki had been when he thought his king gone forever.

Taiki seemed to be doing well so far, his awkwardness was just his normal nervousness at talking to anyone who weren't his Shirei. He blinked a bit at the formality of the new Legolas, but remembered that if his circumstances were the same he was a prince. Taiki didn't want to be rude so he knelt down and bowed his head a tiny bit.

Kirin couldn't bow to anyone who was not their king, it was physically impossible, but this was the correct way to greet royalty of another kingdom.

He does not enjoy being bowed to, but it is a small thing, really, in comparison to all the other things he does not enjoy. The book goes back in his lap, cross-legged, more as a comforting weight than with any intent to begin reading again.

"No apologies necessary; but know that if they were, indeed, stirring trouble, I would be less good company than I am. We would be, if you must." He waves a hand airily, referring to the current situation of.. duplicates. "You are well acquainted with each other, then?"

"Well enough. Taiki and Haldir are better acquainted, I would think. They share a room as I recall." Hoping that Taiki was better relaxed now, he smiled to his twin and fondly patted the kirin's head, hoping not to seem condescending or rude.

He fell silent then, not wanting Taiki to shy away from the conversation and not wanting to try to speak for him.

Taiki smiled as well glad that the Legolas he knew was here. Not that the other Legolas was particularly scary but Taiki didn't know him and he might be different than his look alike. "We do... He is very kind. As is Legolas."

[ Many people come and go through the library. A few spend more time than others in this place, looking for information and answers. One such person is the white wizard, albeit he's understood long ago he wouldn't find answers but only questions here.

And before long he may hear a familiar voice addressing him as he scrolls down through the network. ]

You may want to scroll back to May in order to find the most information that was ever spread in this "network" of information. On the sixteenth at eleven o'clock in the night, if you want to know.

[ Gandalf takes a step closer then before continuing. The mere sight of those clothes, so different from those Legolas usually wears, was enough for Gandalf to deduce the truth. ]

However I would advise against extended use of the device, as useful and interesting as it may be. In more than one way this is nothing but a form of palantíri, only more advanced and which functioning is less intuitive. Yet no less dangerous.

[he knows that scent and sound, faint though they both are. by the time he is cognisant of them, gandalf is already speaking, and his voice is like a balm upon a wound. or like athelas for a headache. if elves could get headaches.

after a moment in rigid posture (because even a calming wizard can dredge out those finnicky flighty wood-elf behaviours), he takes his hands from the keyboard and instead folds them over the book before him.]

May... [said as if to confirm what he hears-- but the name recalls another thing from the back of his mind. the battle of pelennor fields must have been early spring, if his memory serves (and it often does). how many months has it been?

he banishes this thought and instead turns to the present.]

I have used such devices before, though they were.. smaller, and less attached to a singular location. And with a crowd more generous than what I have seen so far. [he does not turn to look, for fear of dispelling an illusion. he has heard the tower plays tricks sometimes; so he will play, perhaps, but he'd like not to fall prey to them.] There were some who would take it upon themselves to gather what is known and share it with others.

[pause, shoulders tense again, wanting to turn but at the same time fighting the urge. what the wizard might see of his face is a stony countenance, though his fingers tap against the surface of the book's pages almost restlessly, and he seems to tremble in the light of the screen. surely it has not been so long since he last saw the wizard-- barely a year, perhaps. it feels so much longer.]

..Is not this the case here, Gandalf?

[ The White Wizard does not reply immediately. Legolas' reaction is different from what he has seen so far from those who came from Middle-Earth.

Obviously the Elf may have been surprised to head the wizard's voice. But it is not the same kind of surprise he once heard from him when he returned as The White, nor was it the same surprise he heard from his counterpart when they first step foot in this tower.

No, here it is something else, something different. And already Gandalf fears the worse, for he may know someone whose reaction were much like Legolas' upon arrival in the tower. ]

You have? [He frowns for a few seconds. Such devices do not exist back on Middle-Earth, at least not in this shape. Nor did these clothes. But there shall be a time later for questions, it obviously is not the time. Yet he can not help but be reminded once again of one of the Reno.] Some of our most knowledgeable companions have attempted to miniaturize the devices and make them such as you remember them. Alas, it would appear the tower works against us and what possibilities you remember may be impossibilities here.

[ Legolas may see the wizard is clothed in white as always and with the staff in hand. Gandalf takes a step closer himself and slowly puts a hand on the Elf's shoulder. Maybe the Elf has difficulty believing he is the real Gandalf, but an illusion can only fool that few senses. He tries to smile to the Elf, albeit he does look worried for him. ]

But yes, there are many who gather information in order to share them- I am one such person here. Although I find myself more comfortable with books, you will find many who shall assist you with this device, Legolas.

[he doesn't know how much to say. he's never known how much to say, or whether to say anything at all. aragorn at least had known, on the ship, that he had been elsewhere before; to frodo he had said nothing, for the city would not have been a pleasant experience to speak of. and of course, nikolai.. but it would've been different to say he knew him from another place without saying he had been there as well.

that had been a mistake to mention, of course. he might have known it would be. dangerous men indeed.]

We were given them upon our arrival; I suppose their previous owners no longer had need of them.

[he leans forward, elbows on where his thighs would be if the book were not in the way, and rests his chin upon clasped hands. the movement of white in the corner of his eye has him stiffening again with the memory of snow-gray hair, long and not at all elf-like, a pair of predator's eyes. yet this white is not gray or aged, but clean, white.. white as the light of the wizard who wears them.

at the touch of a hand upon his shoulder, he lets his head dip down, trembling, breathing. and all at once inhales sharply, straightens, finally turning to face whomever it is resolutely-- and still his expression falters somewhat to see gandalf there in the flesh. though, he does manage to keep his eyebrows from furrowing too much, as his king's tend to.]

..I would be glad to have assistance, perhaps. But it is not urgent; I have knowledge enough of how to use it as I need to. I would rather your aid over theirs, if it came down to it.

I am afraid the tower is not as generous toward its residents. Or one could say its meaning of generosity is one that eludes our understanding.

[ After all, Gandalf had reached the conclusion the administrators were not evil. Simply unable to understand what we all call "humanity". That and admittedly, their managing skills fall in the horrible category (especially when Jason's piloting the whole).

Nevertheless when Legolas gets to see Gandalf, his smiles widens and gets warmer, as if to comfort him. He knows what horror befall the residents of this tower daily. he has been told what horrors befell Reno in that world he visited before coming to the tower. He cannot imagine that Legolas' stay in another world has been any kinder.

Yet he is far from imagining Legolas has actually visited two such worlds. ]

You shall have my aid if that is what you need, in time. But tell me, what is it you need now? You are the Legolas I have known, yet there is no doubt you have met more shadows than you were meant to on your path.

[ Gandalf withdraws his hand shortly and speaks still calmly. There are no doubts he is worrying though. ]

If indeed it knows the meaning of such noble words. But it has provided us with trunks, and what comfort its contents may bring, if nothing else.

[he isn't surprised. the city provided no clothes but what could be found, and it was only the other residents who left clothes out for newcomers. he is not accustomed to such ill treatment, but it is not a hindering matter, either.

especially not now, when his heart is lightened for the company of gandalf the white-- not quite as much as the grey, but enough for dark times. a smile flits, briefly at first, then back again for a longer period. and when he speaks, it is with less despair and more surety than he had previously, now that his fears are banished and his hopes (for now) confirmed.]

I am a different one, I think. Two shadows I have seen thus far; two places was I brought to ere coming here. A rather long detour, if I must say.. but not entirely unpleasant. I met many old friends and made new ones-- [but here, he falters slightly, gaze sliding downward slightly.] --..and I suppose, now, I must do it again.

[the thought that those worlds, the city, the ship, could be destroyed.. but perhaps they were brought to other worlds as well? they must. otherwise-- he cannot bear thinking of all those lives lost, friend or otherwise.]

[As always Idrial does not exactly plan on eating anything in the cafeteria herself, the food here is not exactly the most appealing of things after all. Even so she enters and takes a quick glance around. She always seems to find someone she knows here or at least someone that looks friendly enough. Her eyes rest on a familiar form sitting at one of the tables...wait is that oatmeal in front of him?

She will slowly make her way over to him, the smallest of smiles on her lips.]

I did not think that anyone would chose to eat such a meal by choice. I am afraid the first time was more than enough for me.

[she is quiet, as expected of an elf. that he does not hear her is alarming at first, but he calms quickly when he looks up from his bowl of.. less-than-pigslop, apparently.

he knows her not, or not well enough, but to see one of his kind and kin is joy enough to bring a smile forth. her words sound strange in what she says, but he has heard stranger.]

I would not choose it either, if it was not given to me and I did not think there would be dire consequences if I did not consume it.

[Of course if she knew that this was a new and different Legolas she would not have expected him to recognize her at all. They had met only once after all when the Fellowship had passed through the Golden Woods.

His words confuse her slightly before she remembers the words of explanation given to her from Haldir, Gandalf and...what must be another version of Legolas' existence. It is strange that she should experience it first hand.]

..Would I be correct in assuming that this is your first time here? That you have just arrived in this Tower?

[his initial suspicious are now confirmed, helped by memories of 'welcome back' from a city he had never known prior. he can hardly believe that he is yet again in this same position after the past few months. but, again, there has been stranger.]

I arrived not long ago, yes. It would be my first time here.. but I would hazard it is not my first appearance.

[Having other experiences in places such as this one might prove to work to his advantage. He may not take as long to adjust as she has done herself...though this is the Tower. She nods her head slightly in response]

Yes, the words you speak are the truth. You are not the first Legolas I have seen in this Tower. You must forgive me for my forwardness, I thought you were him.

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SLAMS INTO THE CAFETERIA

FLIPS ALL THE TABLES OVER

HELPS FLIP TABLES

AAAALLL THE TABLES YEAHHH

AWW YEAHHH

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HOO-AH finish line 239058 years later

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