MarinaNova Asylum

[You have an adventurer's spirit, or maybe you're just following the crowd, whatever the case, you've left the central core behind.

What else is there to see and do and find? Hungry? Maybe you can find yourself a delicious pill to eat in the cafeteria. Or maybe you want to spend your time and energy breaking into a closet in the dormitory. Explore. Make some memories. You may even end up keeping them.

But how much longer do you think it will be before someone puts you back in those pods you so recklessly abandoned?]

(OOC: This mingle is for those who went through the doors only. The locale section will detail the areas you can explore. Please note that some areas specify barriers that would prevent exploration! The next one will be for encountering the engineers in their natural habitat. EVENT INFORMATION | REAL MARINANOVA INFORMATION.)

[The last thing you remember is walking through a glowing door. Whether that was a good decision or a bad one is going to depend heavily on how claustrophobic you are, because right now you are fully encased in a very streamlined, sophisticated pod. It is regulating your body temperature, monitoring your vital signs, administering nutrition and dozens of other odds and ends to keep your body functional and healthy during its stay.

You're not usually conscious for this part of things. If you were, it would be a pretty boring experience. On the plus side, there aren't any tubes or wires attached to you. Those are a little too outdated for technology like this. The other plus is that you can open your pod hatch with a push. Luckily for you, those muscles in your arms and legs haven't atrophied. That's part of the science, but it's not perfect. There will be some aching and discomfort.

Take a minute to take stock of everything. You're wearing a bodysuit you don't remember putting on. You're in a giant, spiraling room you've never set eyes on before and your powers—if you have any—are blocked. But you're not alone. There are other people pushing their own pods open or lying still and silent in theirs. In fact there is a very large number of pods. You might not recognize everyone, but that doesn't mean they weren't an inmate at one time—they were even if it was brief.

For the moment there are no bots coming for you, no alarms going off that you can hear, and no immediate threats. The space is vast and the doors aren't locked, but you also might not recognize them as doors or understand how to activate them just yet.]

(OOC: This mingle is for those who went through the doors only. There will be two additional mingles for those who went through the doors and one for those who stayed behind. This mingle should be confined to the central core. The next one will be for exploring. EVENT INFORMATION | REAL MARINANOVA INFORMATION. Make sure to read these links. They have additional information you'll need for this setting.)

[ Camping out on the beach is fun, right? Sleeping under the stars, lulled to sleep by the lapping of the waves and the rustling in the palm fronds. This isn't a refugee camp, this is a resort!

Several larger tents have been prepared on the beach. If this isn't enough there's a bunch of smaller ones ready to be set up, along with the permanent beach huts if tents aren't your thing. The makings of hot dogs and s'mores are available by the fire pits and if you have additional dietary desires, the convenience store isn't far away!

Enjoy! ]

(( ooc: Event information HERE! Please remember that if your character does not spend the night on the beach, they'll be forced to camp out on a park bench or in a coffee shop. The apartment buildings are off limits until next dayweek. ))

[VIDEO]
[It's well into evening by the time Chekov, confident that he has a solid understanding of this new prison, makes use of the communication device that he was issued upon arrival. The nineteen year-old bears a striking resemblance to a current inmate. His posture is significantly better, he looks far healthier, and he has a ridiculous accent, but there may still be confusion.]

This is Lieutenant Pavel Andreievich Chekov of the starship Enterprise. I would ask anyone who is affiliated with Starfleet to respond to this message, please.

[Not the most subtle of hails, but he doesn't want to risk missing fellow officers by taking a stealthier approach. Why put effort into being subtle, anyway? Isolated prison universes are very different from, say, alien planets; Starfleet's rules regarding contact with new lifeforms hardly apply.

Business out of the way, the Russian abandons the careful diction and formal tone for something warmer and more personable.]

Is there anyone who is interested in speaking with me? I find foreign universes very lonely and boring when everyone is still a stranger.


[ACTION]
[Chekov spends the day investigating sectors one, two, and three, taking a special interest in the maintenance bots that are busy cleaning up after the storm. The food carts in sector one also capture his attention. As soon as he decides that it would be ridiculous for those in charge to poison those they wish to rehabilitate, he becomes intent on tasting everything that is both edible and unfamiliar. When imprisoned, it's always wise to take advantage of any hospitality offered.

He keeps the headset off as often as possible. It's an annoying contraption--not nearly as sleek and unobtrusive as devices at home with similar functions. Should anyone address him in a language that he doesn't understand, however, he's perfectly willing to put it back on, as is polite.]

[Action | Closed Reid]
[She wakes up on the floating island with the blaring and vibrating of the giant speakers below her. She can't really process the message, and as it turns out that doesn't really matter to her at the moment because everything that happened yesterday is taking on a whole new context. She threatened Reid. She threatened Reid. He looked so hurt. So did Nathan. She reaches up to call him only to remember she left her communicator by the bed. She'll just have to get there herself then. Without another moment's delay she phases, dropping right through the island and getting herself to the apartment as fast as she can.]

Reid! Nathan!? [Calling out their names as soon as she drops in through the ceiling of the kitchen as it turns out.]

[Action | Open (After the breakup)]
[Nathan is still in the hospital. Reid is...wherever he went. The apartment is all hers at the moment and she has no intention of going back there until she's too exhausted to be awake long for it. She's not sure if she wants to avoid people or be with them, so for now she's just walking without paying much attention to where that takes her.]

[Video | Private to Data]
Data? You there?

[ video ]

[ Since Data's been affected, he's aware that he didn't receive a greeting message this morning. He therefore suspects that others may not have received such a message either - and those who have lost memories as opposed to gaining them, as he has, may be confused about their situation. So here he is, addressing the inmates - those who are in a position to notice may pick up on the fact that he's a bit more subdued than usual. ]

Greetings. I believe that those who have been affected by today's temporal disruption may be disoriented as to their present situation. Typically, new arrivals in the facility are greeted by a message explaining what has happened, but that does not appear to be the case today.

You are in a place known as the MarinaNova Asylum, having been brought here by as-yet undetermined means, under the supposition that we are being rehabilitated for crimes we have allegedly committed. There are two wardens who are generally responsible for managing the population, known as Conscienti and Veridical. You may speak with them at the kiosk in the center of the facility, in Sector 0. It does not presently appear that we have received any new arrivals today, but that our preexisting population has been afflicted in a way which alters the point in their timeline up to which they have experienced.

[ He tilts his head slightly then, considering that an adequate introduction, hopefully without being too overwhelming. ]

My name is Data; I am an inmate as you are. However, if there are any inquiries with which I can assist you, I will happily endeavor to do so.


( closed action )

[ ooc: Please pretend this was posted much earlier in the day thank you v much ♥ ]

[ OPEN ]

Show of hands — who still remembers being here?


[ LOCKED to the Defence Force; excluding Kitty Pryde the elder. ]

As I'm sure some of you have found out by now, our leader has been affected by whatever malfunction we have in the system. Please be careful approaching her at this time — she's dangerous and doesn't trust outsiders easily. The best solution at this time would be to stay clear of her until this blows over.

In the meantime, those of you who are able to continue patrol, please do so. Be careful out there and try to resolve any situations that may arise as swiftly and peacefully as possible. Stay in touch.

Data, have you been affected?

[ LOCKED; Nathan Harris. ]

Are you okay?

[ training ]

The specified location for today's exercise, detailed in communiques to the Defense Force at large, wasn't far into Sector 6. It's unfortunate that they must meet here, but it had been the obvious choice for its open spaces, organic terrain, and relative seclusion. Data is there early, ensuring that a perimeter is well established and all safety precautions are in place. There is also, of course, a detailed emergency response plan on standby in his memory banks - an absolutely necessary precursor to his agreeing to hold the exercise here.

When he is satisfied with the course, he waits and makes himself available to any arriving members who may wish to approach him prior to the beginning of the exercise. Once everyone is present, a precisely calculated few minutes after the scheduled meeting time to allow for any stragglers, Data will step forward and address the attendees.

"Greetings, and thank you for coming. As you have likely been made to understand, the purpose of our assembly here is to encourage a higher level and increased efficiency of cooperation, communication, and coordination among the individuals comprising the Defense Force. As opposed to focusing on individual ability in combat, we will focus on the dynamics of the team as a whole, becoming more comfortable working with one another, and trusting each other in hazardous situations."

( cut for absurd length )


[ ooc: please assume announcements about this went out to the defense force over the past couple of days ic! just not much to play out with that, of course. jump in on the course or after, threadjack, go nuts! have fun!

also open to ALL DEFENSE FORCE MEMBERS regardless of your department! ]

[Video | Jack Harkness]
Hey, everything go okay after I left like a slacker?

[Video | Spencer Reid]
[She hadn't told him too much last night. She got hurt. It was nothing the hospital couldn't take care of and things were going smoothly otherwise and all she really wanted to do was sleep. All true really. Especially the sleep part, but there was still a lot more to say.] I'm checking out early.

[Video | Spike]
[There's a delay after starting the feed.] Hey. [Yeah, that about sums it up.]

[Video | Ton]
Might be needing a favor or two.

[Action | Open]
[Everyone was greeted with Kitty getting charged with both assault and injury this morning even though you didn't see it on the daypost because reasons but it totally happened, okay? She spent the night in the hospital. They patched her up, replaced some of the lost blood and gave her cheetah-like spotting. Okay, maybe not them, but something did. There's also a tail. She doesn't want to talk about the tail. She pulls her blooded and tattered tank top back on and leaves the hospital.]

(OOC: Want to make a private network call to her instead of running into her? Be my guest!)

[It seems peaceful enough on surface. Just another average evening in the dome. Get some new inmates, have lunch, put a vampire's soul back.

Tonight is the night. They'll either come together as the team she wants them to be or this will fall apart. She gave out the final assignments yesterday. Now, it's a matter of having a little faith that they'll all do their part, and this spell will work.

She can feel the weight of the stake on her belt. It's not that the wood is heavy, but what it represents is—a choice she'll have to make to whether or not to take someone else's choices away.]

(OOC: *Open in that there are areas for different people like those mentioned by name in this OOC organizational post are welcome to tag into the appropriate stage below. Unnamed force members are also welcome to encounter Spike early on or be stationed at the Headquarters. Non-DF players are welcome to tag into the Library thread as uninformed library goers who will be turned away.

Not a DF member, hate the library, and didn't get in on the ground floor, but you have an idea now? Please discuss it on the OOC post!

Stages: Encountering Spike | Headquarters | Library | Final Showdown)

[Baseball practice and the beach party are over or at least over for Kitty. The final pieces have fallen into place and they are as ready as they're ever going to be for this. No reason to drag it out.]

Who's ready to stuff a soul back inside a vampire?

Here's the plan. Listen up and you might want to rewind and replay it a couple of times. I'll make sure to speak with plenty of inflection to keep it interesting. We're going to have two primary locations.

The first is headquarters. Piper, Zatanna, Anya, and Bonnie are going to be preforming the spell. Kitty—the other one—is going to be there ready to phase them while they work just in case. We've also got a perimeter alarm I set up awhile back and some magic security fields, but I want some combat personnel on hand too. Sam, I'm volunteering you. We need you close to Rebecca in case we need to pick your brain about any last minute vampire knowledge. Tieria, it wouldn't hurt if you were there for advisory reasons yourself. Rebecca is going to be our main dispatch coordinator for this operation. Communication is key, right? Don't forget it. We're a team. We talk. It's a thing.

Now this is the part where some of you other combat kids who don't get a direct assignment step up and let me know you want headquarters protection duty. There is a chance we're not just dealing with Spike on this. Rose and Tyki both seem reluctant to let us have our way with him, and they are no joke. Rose is a vampire—strong, fast, fangs. You get the picture. Tyki can choose what he touches. It's a little like my phasing where he can be intangible but he has a lot more wiggle room when it comes to reaching inside someone and pulling things out. He's pretty close to indestructible and he has a blood-thirsty butterfly army. Which is actually true, not just a test to see if you're still listening. We don't know that there will be an attack but we want to be ready if there is. Also, no talking about the plan outside of this filter.

[Deep breath. She should have brought a bottle of water for this.]

The second important location is going to be the library. While this is happening we want to keep an eye on Spike. We've already got a special squad assigned to him and we'll need you to be there to keep him in line tomorrow night at fake-sundown. So that's me, Jack, Data, M'gann, and Wally. Jack is going to be taking point while we secure the area. Ianto is going to be running interference with anyone not involved who thought it was a good night to pick up a book.

That takes care of the mission, but everyone not volunteering to protect the headquarters needs to spread out through the rest of the sectors. We're just asking for trouble if we keep all of our efforts centralized, but you'll also be on call if something goes south on this spell. [It won't be needed to subdue Spike. She's confident her team can handle that, but if the spell has unexpected consequences or effects or someone else just decides it's a good night to make some trouble then they need to be ready.]

So, that's the plan. I feel like I need a lozenge. Who has questions? If I don't answer you Jack will.

(OOC: Plotting post/timeline of events. Everyone on the force should already know about this plan and has probably helped out in some way! Feel free to ask OOC questions over there if you feel a little behind! Jack may be jumping in!

EDIT Notifs are now off for this post. If you tag in please give me a heads up at charmedreality@gmail.com or on plurk at hauntedreality. Thanks!)

[ video ]
[The astute observer may notice that Anya is wearing two green pearl earrings. The astute observer would probably forget them just as quickly. It's not like a pair of earrings could alter someone's behavior.]

If you have any pearls, please return them to me at [insert address of her apartment]. Thank you.

[Besides, this is just Anya being Anya. Probably.]


[ action — all over the Dome ]
[By the afternoon, Anya is tired of waiting for people to come by her apartment and bring her her pearls. So she starts systematically going through the Dome, stopping people in the street, interrupting them at lunch, knocking on their apartment doors, demanding the return of her pearls.]

[ a lot has happened lately, a lot of things distracting deanna, both good and bad. it's kept her mind of the hole she's been feeling, the emptiness that was once filled by someone very important. her anchor, her rock... she could no longer sense him. at first, she had thought he had merely spent a lot of time outside her limited range here, or that her empathic abilities had been one again dampened. but she soon realized that they were working with everyone else... just not with him.

and so she had thrown herself into her work, barely noticed much aside from trying to deal with nathan and his situation. today had marked another step with that as well and she found it all exhausting. it was god work, though, and she wanted to keep working with nathan. she wasn't yet willing to give up on him.

with all of those thoughts swirling around in her mind, it was little wonder that she was up this night, little wonder that she had a cup of tea brewing and was sitting at the kitchen table to wait for it. she was also staring at the table, as though it might hold the answers she needed, the comfort that she sought. living with two androids, she should have expected at least one of them to be up and about, to notice that she's still awake. but for once, she is too lost in thought.

she could use the distraction, though. ]

[Around \ Open]
[Kitty will be at the athletic complex running laps and attacking dummies. She'll also be at the DF headquarters taking care of a few things and between other destinations. Approach with caution. She's not in the greatest of moods and the claws are on even if they aren't out yet. So help you if you throw a popper her way.]

[Sector 6 \ Open]
[This used to be her sector—leader of the patrol team that kept an eye on things. She disbanded that team and reorganized the day Reid left. It wasn't a fresh start so much as a priority shift. She does want to get a special team together to explore and analyze sector 6. She tells herself that's why she's heading in there now, but it's not the only reason. She hasn't seen Tyki since the dreams. Not that she knows what she wants to say to him or if she'd even run into him. Better if she doesn't really. Of course, either way she's likely to run into someone or something.]

[Home \ Closed to Reid & Nathan]
[Long day and she didn't come out of it unscathed. There's a couple of shallow slashes on her shoulder and a nasty bruise on her thigh. They're both currently hidden, but there's a blood stain on the jacket where it soaked through. The material is dark so it's not that easy to see.

Even so she stopped to get an assortment of Indian food and a cheesecake. They might not really go together but cheesecake sounded good and she's the one with the cuts.]

Boys? I'm home.

Day 275? Oh, my...

[So she too had succumbed to the disappearances that plague the dome. Her first thought, quickly dampened, is for Kira. She won't give up hope, yet it seems doubtful that he would have arrived again in her absence, being only a very seldom addition to her life here. As for her second thought, no doubt she'll have confirmation either way very shortly.]

[Woozy from the strange, yet not entirely unfamiliar sensation of her memories of home overlaying her last memories of the dome, Lacus applies her extraordinary focus and steadies herself. The still-fragile peace back home will have to be entrusted to others, for now, and she must come to accept being imprisoned yet again... or still, depending on which memories she favors. Yet more to sort out once she has a moment.]

[In the meantime, she smiles into the video feed, easy and sanguine.] It would seem I've been gone a number of weeks; I should think I've missed quite a lot. Perhaps someone could fill me in?

And, hello to anyone I've not met. My name is Lacus Clyne, and I'm glad to meet you in spite of the circumstances.

[Jack appears on the screen, a glimpse of his living room behind him. He looks pretty calm, and a lot more centred than he has done recently. Finally getting the best of Spike (because even if he died, Spike still has to heal) has done wonders for his confidence regarding getting the situation settled once and for all.]

I figure it's about time for a general update on the Spike situation. I've spoken to quite a few of you about this over the last week or two, but a general pooling of information would seem sensible.

Everyone should by now be aware that five nights ago Spike went on a bit of a spree. I don't know exactly how many people he attacked, but we have reports or punishment notices for Ton Phanan, Piper Halliwell, Nico di Angelo, Martha Jones and Clay Kaczmarek. There may have been considerably more.

I haven't heard of any fatalities so I'm assuming there weren't any, since he's been pretty careful so far not to kill anyone who wouldn't come back. But if you know of anyone who got killed, or anyone else who got hurt, please let us know – and please encourage people to tell the Defence Force if something like this happens. We can't help if we don't know!

Anyway, I think I've managed to put Spike out of action for a while, so hopefully we have time to do what we need to do to make sure he's not a threat to people's safety any longer. Which means putting his soul back into his dead, demon-possessed body to give him back his moral compass.

Ladies with the magical abilities, how are we doing with the spells? Let us know if there's any ingredients or anything you need, and we'll see if we can get them for you. [One of the spells he found mentioned something called an Orb of Thesulah, and he's not at all sure that's something that can be found within the dome. But there were other spells, and he's had the magic users looking them over for him for feasibility.]

The rest of you? We need rehabilitation points to get Spike's soul back. I spoke to the wardens yesterday and they confirmed that we can pool points for it, but it's going to need a lot of them. So anyone who has any spare points, please can you let me know? Conscienti said you'd need to give consent in person, but we can deal with that nearer the time. For now, all I need is a list of people who are willing to donate points, and once I have that I can go back and ask if that's enough points for what we need. So, names, please!

Aside from that: patrol. Spike seems to have slunk off to lick his wounds for the moment, but I don't know where he's holed up and I don't know how long we have. So patrol. Look out for him or any kind of trouble that he might be behind – as well as the normal stuff, of course. Spike's not necessarily the only threat we have here.

[He takes a breath.]

Okay, I think that's all for now. Questions, comments, suggestions?


[Private video to Anya]

Hey, can I talk to you about Spike?


((OOC: Feel free to approach Jack in person rather than over the network if you prefer. He can be found pretty much anywhere in the dome: at HQ, patrolling (Sectors 0-2), in the library, getting coffee, near his apartment (Sector 4), or even going for his daily swim in the sea! :-)

Also, if you want your character to donate rehabilitation points but don't want the hassle of threading it out, feel free to leave an OOC response to that effect here too, to keep everything in one place!))

[ Option one: UnSub of the Week. ]

[ You’re hunted. Maybe you really did something, or perhaps you’re falsely accused but whatever happened, they’re on to you. The FBI is closing in. They know where you live, big black vans swarming like bluebottle flies outside the building, men and women in dark blue flak vests filing in, weapons at the ready. They’re on to you.

The soft footsteps of worn sneakers are coming closer in the hallway. They’re on to you. They’re almost here. ]


[ Option two: Compulsion to Move ]

[ You find yourself in a loft apartment. It’s dimly lit, shadows concealing most of the furniture aside from a lit circle in the middle of the floor. Two chairs pulled up, facing each other. Perhaps you’re tied to one of them, or maybe you’re just a bystander. Whichever you are, Reid is sitting in the other. Hands tied behind his back, blindfold fastened over his eyes.

Whatever is happening, it’s clear you’re not alone. ]


[ Option three: Phantasmagoria ]

[ The room is warmly lit, a deep golden sunshine filtering in from the tall windows, glistening off the leeches that are slowly and endlessly seeping out of the walls. Sawdust is flickering through the air, catching the light and piling onto the floor in soft, golden mounds, rippled like sand dunes around the electric chair that stands in the middle of the room.

There’s someone sitting in it, zipped up in a body bag. Slight movement reveals that it’s not a corpse. Aside from this, the room remains still and calm. ]

[ First Dream ]

[ Ten Forward, the crew lounge of the USS Enterprise-D, is where you will find yourself. It is duplicated down to the smallest detail. The table placement, the impressive view, the lighting... The only difference is the patrons, and the complete silence. The normal, usually cheerful, din is completely absent.

Lal is waiting tables, just as she did when she was actually living on the ship. At one table sits Data, flanked by Counselor Troi and Guinan, the woman who runs Ten Forward. Oddly, none of them are chatting, though they are all smiling serenely, and making the same exaggerated head movements. Identical to the ones Lal so often employs.

Scattered among the rest of the tables, are the entirety of the Enterprise's senior officers (and Wesley), the core group she'd witnessed the most interactions with. And they're all silent and still, save for those disjointed head tilts. ]

[ Second Dream ]

[ It's unlikely that most would recognize this setting, even those familiar with the actual location. It's a rather sophisticated laboratory that's been constructed from images of the ones in the Daystrom Annex on Galor IV. It is lit only by the ambient glow of the few computer panels that are still working, intermittently placed along the walls.

The room is circular, and next to each panel in the wall, is a large glass cylinder. At first, it might be a little difficult to see exactly what's inside of them, thanks to the lighting. But a sudden flash of light through the windows, thanks to the raging storm outside, provides a glimpse, even if only for a few seconds. Inside each is the form of Lal's father, Data, though very much younger than the one in Marina. Younger, even, than he was when he created her. They all appear deactivated though.

The room is completely deserted otherwise, aside from a lone figure on a metal table directly in the middle of the lab. It is Lal, and she might appear to be deactivated along with all the other androids. But, upon closer inspection, her eyes are moving. Darting back and forth wildy while the rest of her remains motionless. ]

[Private to Defense Force]

[Between the rapidly swelling bruises on his face and the leaves stuck in his hair Phanan has the distinct look of a man who has just gotten into a fist fight with a vampire. Most unusual is his right hand; the plastic casing that houses the circuitry is chiped and the synthetic skin near his wrist is torn as if someone inadvertently bit it, which is exactly what happened. The fingers are twitching and spasming wildly, moving in a way that that is distinctly inhuman as the artificial skin crawls across them sickeningly. He's got some pliers and wire spread out on the table before him and he begins making repairs on it while he speaks. First he pops the casing open the removes the powerpack. Rather than going limp the hand freezes, looking very much like a machine that has had its power cut, which of course it is. Once it's powered off he starts rummaging around in it with the pliers, striping the wire and replacing it. It's all done a little awkwardly since he's using his left hand but he seems to know what he's doing.]

So just as a general warning vampire attacks are happening. So code whatever color we use for that one. Purple, maybe? Code purple? We should have more codes. Anyway as far as avoidance maneuvers go I recommend climbing trees. [Which explains the leaves in his hair. He fumbles a little awkwardly since he's using his left hand here and the video switches so that now it is...]

[Private to Chuck]

Want to come stroke my brow and tell me how brave and heroic I?

[ Lal's never seen an actual ocean before. Or a blue sky, an underwater dome... Almost everything in MarinaNova is totally new to her. That is why her first transmission comes some time after she's arrived. As urgent as it is that she is returned to The Enterprise, there wasn't exactly anyone around curb her curiosity, or answer the multitude of questions she's storing up for later.

But now, she finally starts her video from the shoreline of sector one. For all intents and purposes, she seems to be an ordinary young woman. Except for the odd and slightly mechanical movements of her head. ]

Father.

[ She doubts he's actually here in the asylum with her, but she has to make sure. She pauses, cocking her head to one side just a bit. Being used to the starship's communication methods, she expects an immediate answer. When none comes, she continues on. ]

Asylum. Protection from danger. A facility where care is given to the sick or insane.

I am not sick. This is not The Enterprise. This is not Galor IV. I do not know of a planet with an ocean named "Saylar". Why... was I taken from The Enterprise? Why was I charged with crimes? Captain Picard stated that I had not done anything wrong. So why am I here?

It is a mistake. Since it is a mistake, I've concluded that the logical action would be to return to the surface of this planet. I will do that now.

[ Obviously, the best way to do that would be through the ocean. She hasn't yet realized that the water before her is independent of the dark sea outside the dome, so she's going to start marching forward purposefully. She'll keep going, eventually sinking below the surface unless she's stopped. ]