damned_institute | Night 48: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

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Even though Sora knew that he'd be meeting up with his friends, just as he should be, he still had to admit that it was strange not to be working with Arts and Crafts tonight. Worse than that, he hadn't even responded to Hitsugaya's posts on the bulletin today. He hoped that he hadn't worried the other boy, but it was just that he'd had a hard time getting a solid answer out of Riku about what to do until later on in the day.

Still, he hadn't even told Hitsugaya about the bat that he'd retrieved. It was still sitting around in his closet, waiting to be put to use by someone. Sora knew there would always be other times to deliver it, but it was enough to make him feel guilty. He couldn't pull away simply because Riku didn't think the club was worth anything.

Sora had known from the start that Riku wouldn't be big on the idea of clubs, though. He kept a few close friends and left it at that; he wasn't fond of crowds or working with lots of other people. They were going to have to work out a compromise, though. Either that, or Sora could team up with Kairi and try to make their friend see some sense.

Kairi was always better at convincing Riku of stuff than he was, after all. If she stepped in, things might get a little easier.

Smiling to himself at that thought, the boy moved on. He was just about at the stairs already.

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Xemnas entered another corridor shrouded in darkness, which - after calmly gazing around the area - proved to be devoid of any presence; patient nor monster were wandering the darkness. Neither was there a sign of a Heartless, yet their lacking presence was one the Nobody had come to expect even despite such curiosity. Naturally, they would have little interest in one that held no essence to consume, but every world held a natural population of these inky shadows.

This Landels Institute was remarkably different.

Choosing to retrace the steps he had taken one night prior, he headed into the direction of the main hallway.

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She turned the corner quickly and traced the wall, staying clear of the other patients as she continued. Time here seemed to pass so strangely. Some nights lasted forever while others were over in a blink. It was hard to say what might happen on any given night and harder to explain away, but for now it wasn't her concern. There was more to worry about than that.

Her shoes hardly made a sound as she moved on, intent on her target. Did she dare pursue the questions from earlier today? Or should she ask Kakashi or the others? As much as she wanted to know, it seemed like it would be so much more meaningful coming from Sasuke directly. But he'd made it fairly clear that he had no intention of telling her, saying it was none of her concern. Was it because he didn't want the information spread further? Or was it some strange way of protecting her from it? The first was more believable, but she didn't completely discount the second either. With the small things he'd done thus far, it was still a possibility.

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The hallway was empty when Mihai turned the corner; was he early then, or had time utterly escaped him for the second night in a row? He could only hope for the former. Those gathered here even from his own world--a concept Mihai still had trouble grasping--had a remarkable talent for getting into the worst luck. Being no exception, Mihai thought it better that they at least face it as a group. Maybe. Then again, who knew what sort of horror might come about if that many unfortunate souls stood in the same hall for a period of time?

Given what he'd learned about the Institute, Mihai decided he'd rather not consider it as he continued.

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Peter let out a sigh of relief when he made it out of the block without a hitch. It had been right before leaving it that he'd been attacked by Roland, so he'd been unable to shake that nervous feeling. Still, it looked like he was safe for now. He knew that Roland was gone and that that had all been a terrible fluke, but the darkness of the hallways could make anyone anxious.

In any case, he had to keep moving. He felt bad about the fact that he was actually traveling away from the meeting spot for the paramedic stuff so that he could check on Nathan, but he thought that most people would understand. He needed to know for sure, even if this had caused him to lose a whole night the last time he'd tried.

Basically, he was expecting to find no one there. Nathan would have gotten a hold of him by now if he was capable of doing so. Still, Peter had to see for himself. Once he'd made his suspicions into facts, he'd head back to M7, and hopefully not be too late. Sighing, the man continued up the hall.

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Ah, again into the dark hallways. It was painfully dull, and not even the idea of using his coat's black camouflage to sneak up on the Spider and startle him was all that entertaining at the moment. He hadn't lied when he told him he had lost his way - again, an embarrassing thing to have to own up to, but it was all the fault of these bare-boned walls. They were washed, uninteresting, and there was not a clock to be found on any of them.

...Alright, so maybe it was a bit of a lie - if he couldn't get lost in Wonderland, he couldn't get lost here. But what else would he tell the child? That he fell into a deep sleep normally reserved for Princesses or Roxas? Now, Luxord never enjoyed fibbing, but to tell the truth would only exacerbate their already exhausted and exiguous relationship.

Ever onward, ever onward.

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Not the first door on the left (that was the nurse's station), but the second. She was the only one in this stretch of hallway, with only faint noises behind her in the direction she'd just come from. Meche hurried on.

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Peter made a silent prayer to whoever was in charge of this whacky universe that for once, fortune would smile upon him and the bathrooms would be unoccupied. The last thing he needed tonight was to get caught in his underpants.

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Peter wandered out of the men's block, apprehension beginning to settle in just as deja vu did. He had essentially traced the same steps last night. Badou and his cigarettes had been a nice little detour, but now that he was back on track his nerves were starting what seemed like the beginning of a monster hissy fit.

Don't get him wrong. He was still peeved beyond all belief that Luxord didn't make it last night, but that hardly negated the fact that meeting with the man was downright dangerous. Just because he hadn't been aggressive last time didn't mean he wasn't capable of it. He'd seen his handiwork every night at dinner for the past week.

Funny how you could live through being pushed out of helicopters and getting electrocuted and still get nervous about this kind of thing.

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As Guy made his way toward the next block - Luke's block (and Asch's, apparently) - he kept an eye out for either redhead leaving. He was expecting Asch more than Luke, as it was possible for the two to just miss each other as Asch headed out to do whatever he did with his nights.

It looked like the hallway was pretty empty, though, and so Guy decided to just pick up the pace. If all had gone well, Luke had found Asch and they were arguing it out right now. Not that he really wanted to be a witness to that, but he was hoping they could get their business with the God-General over with quickly and then move on to their own business. Sighing to himself, Guy headed through the door that led into the block.

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Nothing new to see. On the other hand, there weren't any monsters or hallucinations or voices of his dead friend coming through the intercom, so it wasn't like Harvey could complain too much about everything being quiet. He wasn't the kind of guy who backed down from a fight, but in this case, he wasn't looking for one, either. He'd pick one with Landel, sure, but he wasn't sure he'd ever get that opportunity, as frustrating as that was.

He was almost at the stairs, though. Squaring his shoulders and holding tight onto both his flashlight and his weapon, Harvey kept moving.

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So far, so good, though the main hall was usually where things got complicated. Now that Sylar had actually gotten over the outer wall of the Institute, he... wasn't sure if he wanted to go back. He was sure there was a hell of a lot of interesting stuff out there, but "interesting" wasn't the same as "useful," especially when it ended with him losing control of his thoughts and jeopardizing his time investment with Wally.

He glanced down the darker way, toward the stairs where he'd once bashed in Elle's head. He began walking in that direction.

He never had been upstairs...

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The hallways at night were still creepy, but Usopp was getting used to them. Maybe he'd been on the Grand Line too long, or just spent too long in Thriller Bark, but it wasn't as intimidating to walk around even with a near-stranger.

Or it could be that he was just happy to be sure that tonight he was doing what he wanted, not what some weird doctor had manipulated him into. Except the weapon Usopp was going to get was down a hallway and in a room made by that doctor, the weapon had been taken away in the first place by the doctor, and giving it back was probably not a pure sign of mercy or kindness either. The nurses here didn't search even by daylight.

So, taking back the weapon back probably was, in a very real way, what the doctor wanted him to do, so far as the doctor seemed to be directing anyone to do anything. Usopp didn't know what else to do, and Sai seemed pleased in his kind of cryptic ninja way to give it back. It'd beat fighting with a scalpel, or running from everything.

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Halfway across the corridor which ran along the patient blocks, Kirk glanced over his shoulder, wondering if he shouldn't have waited for Bones to ready himself so they could go together. The doctor would have to go this way anyway to rendezvous with Spock, and if whatever it was that was bothering him turned out to be serious, at least he wouldn't be alone. Or worse, if it happened that Spock had been taken by the Institute for some unknown sadistic reason, then it would be easier for them to regroup.

Part of him wanted to laugh at himself — Jim Kirk, playing the role of worried father to a crew of three, all of whom were technically more experienced than him, if not also older? But this last week, more than all the grueling years of instruction at the Academy, had doled him the surest lesson in who he was.

He was the captain. And he was born for this.

Trusting in his own judgment and that of his chief medical officer, Kirk continued on to the main hallway.

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It made sense that the hallway was empty, since some time had already passed. Guy didn't think they'd hung around by Asch's room (or his old room, as the case might be) for too long, but every second counted.

On the other hand, the free hallway meant that he got an easy chance to get Luke acquainted with where everything was. As he took a right out of the block, Guy pointed forward with his flashlight. "We'll be making two more rights and then heading down the hallway parallel to this one in order to get to where we're going. There are four room blocks in total, three for males and one for females." Guy was just waiting to Luke to make some joke about that last fact. When it came down to it, he really was relieved that the females were outnumbered here, although the trade-off was the nurses. They were, however, aware of his condition, and kept their distance accordingly. It was one small thing he could be thankful for.

"Well, I guess this isn't the place to start up any romances," Luke remarked, starting toward their next hall already. He'd wasted enough time with moping and complaining. As much as it was still on his mind, he knew he needed to keep going. Guy's continued movement was enough of an indication of that. "And I bet it makes it even easier for you, too." He found it easy to smile about that, at least, in comparison to other things. The smile itself felt a little forced and awkward, but he knew how to make lighter statements even at the darkest of times. It was something that managed to keep their group together as they struggled throughout Auldrant.

"Then again," he went on thoughtfully, "that might not stop you, after all. You do love women, don't you, Guy?" It was mocking and teasing, easy enough, but also not sincere as he'd like. He was working on it, and they were turning into the next hallway, anyway.

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"Oh, there's a monkey in my pocket..."

Heading back toward the rooms from the main hallway, Guybrush quieted his humming a pinch. It occurred to him that some people might actually sleep during the night, and his amateur singing probably wasn't what they wanted to hear floating through the hallways.

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If nothing else, Guybrush was getting his exercise for the rest of the year by walking through the same hallways over and over again. One didn't tend to do much walking when sailing the open waters for months at a time- it was mostly a quick stroll to the front of the ship, another to the back, a few more steps to the mast, then to the bathroom, then back to the front of the ship, again to the bathroom, then finally stopping at the mast before repeating the process.

His quest for La Esponja Grande had given his legs a much-needed workout, but this adventure was another beast entirely.

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Really, all of the scary stuff like monsters or alternate bodies aside, this place just needed a little tweaking as far as Tylor was concerned. And those changes wouldn't have to be huge, either, just a few normal things that any person had a right to want. Whoever made this place was obviously a very busy and thoughtful person, to have put so much into it; maybe it would just take the right suggestion.

After all, if there was a chance of random danger, maybe there was a chance of random niceness too. Or was the radio supposed to be that? Or the daytime treatment with its relaxing games? Tylor had stopped paying attention to where he was walking, just wandering in the dark for now. It really did all look different at night.

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Neku's head was a mess and it didn't help that the static around him was so much louder at night. Luckily this time there were no giant evil cats attacking anyone or really loud stray thoughts coming his way. He waited until he'd reached the main hallway, then aimed his flashlight at the new pins he'd gotten. Of course they were just as amazing as he'd expected, coming from CAT himself. Even with shit for supplies he managed to make pins worthy of his title as one of the greatest artists in Shibuya.

Five was a good number too, not as many as he usually carried, but enough to get him through and it looked like more than enough to both defend and carry out some cool attacks. The only one with an actual functioning pin was the Mad World design, which was some kind of barrier. He attached the pin to the hem of his shirt. He might be able to carry a couple in hand, but they wouldn't do him much good unless he was wearing them. Shoulda picked up that needle and thread he'd dropped off before, but Neku wasn't about to go back so soon. He could hold one for now and the flashlight in the other hand and hopefully that would be good enough. If not, he'd have to find some glue pretty quick.

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Leonard moved quickly through the hallway, his mission on his mind. Second floor, second floor... He pulled his journal from his pocket, turning his light to its pages. Second floor... Where are the stairs? Needing a map was frustrating, but a necessity when looking for something specific. He needed to be able to reach his location as quickly as possible, and the darkness of the building was not helping the situation.

His thoughts stopped short as he caught sight of another light just ahead of him. In the dim light, he could make out a teenager fiddling with something on his shirt. "Excuse me," he said as he approached, hoping he wouldn't startle the kid. "I'm looking for the..." He looked at the note in the same hand as his flashlight "... file storage on the second floor. Can you tell me where the stairs are?"

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Haseo's thoughts were admittedly clouded as he entered the first hall outside his block, weight of everything that had come up since he got there heavy on his mind. Despite that, his eyes were definitely up once again, awareness of the environment reaching almost obsessive levels. The memory of the man-sized spider that had attacked him near here was clear in his mind, along with the fact that even if he was armed with both of his swords, he was alone for now. It was a little disconcerting. A little.

But what really bothered him at the moment was the disappearances and ongoing safety of his friends. Online interactions often carried the threat of someone suddenly disappearing for one reason or another, but here there wasn't exactly the excuse of, for example, being cut off from the game from their parents or were busy or weren't just unable to access in some other way. Haseo and Alkaid had apparently disappeared and come back, but who knew what had happened to Atoli and Kuhn?

... Aside from all that, there was the problem of exactly where the hell he was going. Oops. The Adept Rogue paused, tightening his grip on a sword as he looked back and forth between the way north and south...

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And, hey, who'd have thunk it? No sooner had Alkaid turned the corner than... paydirt! Yeah, here was Mr. MC himself, bearer of badassery, honest cheater, scene-hair kid extraordinaire. Who liked rich and flavorful foods.

Oh, and wouldn't he be happy to see that she had gotten her cool outfit back? Yeah, it was missing a few details, such as the weird fan in the back that she couldn't figure out how to put in - and the swords - but he'd get it, right? He'd recognize her...! This was the almost 100 percent old Alkaid, back to play and kick some ass! With no lag!

The Twin Blade couldn't keep herself from smiling.

"Hey! Haseo!" Yeah, maybe her flashlight was positioned at her hip just so, as she stood akimbo - so her face and most of the rest of her body would be illuminated. It was her big entrance, right? Had to make it dramatic once in a while! She wouldn't let herself disappoint!

"You're not waitin' for anyone, are you?! 'Cause we have stuff to do!" Not that she really knew what that stuff was yet, but she'd better think of something damn fast.

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It looked different at night, but Prussia was certain this was the direction that annoying nurse had taken him that morning, from the room block to the sun room and the mess. Maybe those rooms would be worth checking out for exits, or even for anything useful. The kitchen had to be near the mess, after all, and he remembered seeing a few doors...

Before he knew it, he reached the end of the hallway, where it connected to another.

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The cart definitely made too much noise for Terry's liking. Not that there was much to enjoy about the situation: usually when he was in costume, Batman's goal was to creep silently though the rafters, remaining completely unnoticed. It wasn't a concern Terry could just drop now that the setting had changed; roaming freely through the halls this way might have been slightly more comfortable if Terry had been completely naked, instead of being in costume. But if Terry focused on it too much, he knew he could lose his cool at someone who didn't deserve it. Kurt wasn't used to doing things Batman's way. So the cart got to be the target. Seriously, with all the slag they could pull with multidimensional timeline screwing, a guy would think they could invest in a few other useful bits of technology too.

Still, it could be worse. The cart definitely would be useful, provided they could make it upstairs. Terry paused as he came to the corner leading into the main hall, raising a hand to indicate Kurt should do the same. He wasn't fortunate enough to have night vision like his roommate apparently did, so Terry ran the risk of shining his light up and down the hall, keeping his back pressed against the wall to stay as unnoticeable as possible.

"Only if you can sing. Sounds like a bad garage band." Terry spoke in the low, gravely tone he adopted when he wore the mask, clicking off the light once he was satisfied. "No monsters, but there definitely are people. It's not going to be the easiest thing to stay unnoticed, but I think we can manage." And not just for Kurt's sake.

Kurt's eyes widened a little at the change in Terry's voice, but he didn't mention it. It seemed like this whole 'Batman' thing was steeped in intimidation tactics, which Kurt could understand. Wolverine did it all the time. Kurt just couldn't bring himself to. It was a little hypocritical, to want to be accepted but run around baring his fangs at people. He only did that in extreme situations.

"We may be out of luck, then," Kurt said with a small laugh as he looked down the hallway with Terry. Kurt fancied himself a singer as much as any teenage boy did--which was not at all, mostly.

Kurt looked a little uneasy about the people present in the hallway, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle with someone with him. Especially a growly-voiced pointy-eared hero. "We'll have to play it cool, right?" Kurt asked. "Not look as... suspicious as we look." Kurt was immediately starting to regret not bringing along his sheet. Maybe he'd look strange, but he wouldn't look like a mutant.

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As he stealthily walked through the hallway, Spock's flashlight cut through the darkness and lit up the path in front of him. So far there didn't appear to be any hostile creatures, nor any confrontations among the patients. Perhaps McCoy's path to their meeting place would be quiet as well. Still, at some point they were likely going to have to locate some means for the doctor to defend himself. The odds of him eventually getting cornered by one of the unusual beings here were too great.

In the meantime, they would have to rely on Spock's bat to keep them safe, though the first officer knew he would only use it if absolutely necessary. Not only was it bulky and unsophisticated, but it would do them little good if they found themselves in a situation where they needed to cut something. If they ventured onto the second floor again, they would need to make finding sharper items one of their priorities.

Once Spock decided the area was suitable for him to wait for the doctor, he walked toward the wall and calmly waited. There were a few other patients passing through the area, most likely in an effort to accomplish goals of their own. For now, he was safe here.

It didn't take too long to come out into the same hallway from last night. Spock was already there. He was nothing if not prompt, which was just another Vulcan talent of his. McCoy found himself breathing a sigh of relief. Not that Spock wouldn't wander off without him, he was even more a stickler for regulation than he was, but it was still reassuring to see something familiar in this mess, even if it was Spock.

McCoy strode up to him. Seeing him like this was was an improvement over last night: he didn't feel like his heart was about to jump out his chest, which was probably because he didn't have the damn Vulcan sneaking up on him out of the darkness. Spock couldn't be counted on to observe certain courtesies for the sake of humans, like maybe giving a man some warning. It was just lucky that Jim had detained him a little longer.

The doctor slowed then stopped.

"Spock," McCoy said, somewhat neutrally. Were they still on a 'yes, sir' basis tonight or had Spock mellowed a little since then? Not that any Spock he'd ever met could ever lighten up, but who knew, maybe he'd surprise him one day. At least with his Spock, he could sense his moods, even if he swore up and down that Vulcans didn't have them.

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Somehow, walking through this hall for the second night felt even weirder than it had the first. It was true that institute had a different feel at night--there was a certain sense of tension, as though the halls were forbidden--but his perception also felt a little different. Maybe it was the clothes he was wearing; the suit stuck out in contrast the dull grey uniforms of the hospital, clearly not belonging. The bat in his hand didn't help much either, the mere fact that he was carrying it filling him with a sense of unease that hadn't been there the previous night. Before, he hadn't taken the warning of monsters too seriously and had wandered the halls in a dream-like state. The concept still seemed distant, something from a far-off world that couldn't quite touch him, but the fact that he was carrying a weapon forced in a greater sense of the reality of his situation. Monsters or not, it was clear that this place wasn't entirely safe. All the bandaged wounds visible during the day and the run-in he'd had in the sun room made that much clear.

Of course, if he were to be honest, that wasn't the sort of danger he was expecting to run into. It was really stupid, but he could almost feel like there might be some killer lurking in the shadows.... Somehow, the concept didn't scare him as much as it should have. He ended up heaving a sigh; he needed to be focusing more, not letting his imagination uselessly wander. Even if the atmosphere did make it easy.

He slowly turned the corner, this time heading west.

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As they made their way into the southern corridor that connected to the main hall, Aidou began to explain what made the basement so unique, his words made for Zack only as at the same time he extended his senses up and down the hallway.

He started with the basement’s location, following with a description of the ballroom they’d find once they’d passed beyond the trap door. And they would make it there--he’d do everything he could to see it done.

But if it meant a repeat of what’d happened with Naruto…?

The thought was irrelevant for now, and instead Aidou focused on bringing Zack up to date enough to not be surprised by what he would initially find down there. Since Sasuke had had no say the man’s involvement, Aidou considered it more his responsibility.

Keeping stride with Aidou, Zack had to pay careful attention to the huge amount of information that the boy was giving him. If there was one thing the kid seemed to be good at, it was rattling off large amounts of stuff all at once. It was a good thing that Zack could go on auto-pilot when it came to where they were walking, since it would have been tough to split his focus between where he was going and what Aidou was saying.

While he didn't much like the idea of this being some kind of game, he realized what Aidou was getting at. That was how Landel saw it, even if this was all very real and very serious for them. Not that Zack wouldn't take any opportunity he got to lighten things up -- that was just how he was. The mention of challenges sounded up his alley, and while he wasn't being promised a way to escape, going to the basement was at least going to be a step in the right direction.

Hearing that there was some ornate ballroom under their feet at this very moment wasn't as much of a shock as it could have been; once again, it went back to the Shin-Ra mansion. All sorts of things could be hidden underground, after all. He didn't know how far it was to the kitchen and the trap door that Aidou had described (once again, this felt way too familiar), but he imagined it was somewhere near the cafeteria. Hence why they were meeting in front of the Sun Room, right?

By the time Aidou had finished his briefing and Zack had a chance to respond, they had made it to the connecting hallway.

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The steady pattern of wall and doorframe helped clarify thought into the cool quiet required for a mission. By now Sasuke knew exactly how many doors there were in his hallway, the precise moment of each turn even without the angle of the wall. The cool tile under his feet was cold, but that was something to be grateful for; the Institute had definitely provided worse to step in before.

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There certainly were a lot of hallways here, weren't there? Bucciarati Normally could have just zipped through the walls with ease and reached his destination rather quickly, but he would have to be able to shrink his body down to something about a foot tall or split it up.

...Well, technically Bucciarati could do something like that too, but it would have been far too much of a hassle. Best to just keep walking.

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