The "No Fandom Politics" Dressing Room RPG

Monday, April 5th, 2010

[Ever since he was a kid, Prussia has been good at playing on his own.

But here he's finding it very hard to do, spending his days wandering aimlessly and checking out rooms, getting into trouble every now and then but never so much that he can't get out of it. He is the awesome Prussia after all, and he never admits defeat and keeps fighting because that's what he was born to do. He's been fighting ever since he could stand on his own two feet.

But still. Even fighting gets boring after a while and for the moment he only wants to play around with someone or drink and have a good time.]

I'm fine with being on my own, damn it. I have a totally awesome time alone!!

[It's the usual thing he says to convince himself. Honestly he misses being able to go out and drink with his brother. Regardless of the war, West always found time to at least talk to him like a good little brother should. .. He was so cute...]

Damn it, West... Can't you come here too?

[Talking to himself might be weird, but if anyone hears, he'll just say that he's talking to Gilbird who's in his hair as usual.

At this rate, he would even be glad just to see Roderich. At least then he'd have someone to bother. Or Italy. He would be good too, he was so adorable.

Antonio and Francis would be awesome to have around. The trio reunited and awesome in a setting where the war wasn't separating them. It would've been amazing.]

Ugh...

[He can't even write chain letters or anything here. That would've been fun back home, just to piss the other nations off. Something like "those who read this will become pathetic"... But here, well, he doesn't really know anyone that well yet and he figures chain letters wouldn't be very popular here since there's weirder stuff going around.

Sighing, the albino drinks from his beer and then sighs. He's been practically living in the bar lately, not like he drinks enough to get drunk though. Getting drunk alone is pathetic and more England's thing than his.]

Damn it...

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Friday, March 12th, 2010

This is what being dead is like.

lycanleader

[Lucian slowly opens his eyes. He doesn't feel the liquid silver clogging his veins anymore, and there is no burn in his chest from the silver bullets that Kraven shot him with.

He is very sure that he can not be alive anymore. He already survived longer than he should have.

Also, he is in a hallway that he has never seen before, just lying on the ground, and none of his men are around. Slowly, he gets on his feet. He looks down on himself. His shirt has bullet holes and is smeared with blood, and he is dirty as ever, but he feels healthy.]

Afterlife is an office building? [He says it to himself as he starts walking. He finds himself thinking that all the religions apparently got it pretty wrong in their versions, if this is really heaven or, more appropriate for someone as him, hell. Then again, who could have guessed this?]

mood:

confused

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Sunday, November 29th, 2009

thefuzzydude

Kurt walked down the strange darkened hallway, moving cautiously looking around with suspicion and confusion. 'How did I end up here? I could have sworn that I teleported to the backyard for my birthday party' The young mutant had tried teleporting but to no avail, his watch wouldn't work either.

"This place is majorly freaky man" he muttered softly his soft footsteps the only sound in the eerie hallway. Kurt had been looking forward to his eighteenth birthday now he was just looking for a way out of this hall.

location: Under your bed

mood:

mischievous

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Friday, November 27th, 2009

snipe_yer_bones

*Running through the corridor, a masked man darts out into the open, a sniper rifle held close to his chest. He is a shadow of a man. Slim, lithe and very fast.
His sprint soon comes to a stop as he pauses to take in his surroundings.
He was indoors, and the architecture was like nothing else he'd seen on Pandora. For one thing, the place looked well built.*

"Hey! ... One of you guys hit the 'porter without checking on me?"

*There was no reply. He looked over his shoulder, hoping to find his companions somewhere close behind, but he was greeted only with the blank walls of the endless hall. No companions, no persuers. Not even his faithful friend, Bloodwing.*

"Blood?"

...

"Ok, who the fuck took ~~MAH BURD~~ my bird!?"

mood:

angry

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Saturday, September 26th, 2009

Have some new blood

technicallysane

Oh... Where has the chaos brought us now?

[A tired voice floated through the halls, hoarse from fatigue and filled with the sound of utter hopelessness.
The man was tall and thin... Extremely thin. His labcoat hanging loosely around his form, tattered and dirtied, obviously well worn.
The man himself was otherworldly in appearance. His skin was green, and looked scaly in texture, with two blood red eyes peering out from his face. His sparse hair was black, though rigid. Stiff and thick-looking.

Despite his alien appearance, the man was not repulsive, or not even particularly 'ugly'. In fact, his withdrawn stance, his cowering movements and nervous mannerisms seemed somewhat endearing, a kind of 'pathetic', like a lost puppy.
A particularly compassionate soul might just be sympathetic towards him.]

I'm sorry sir... [He reached into the pocket of his labcoat, pulling out a small figurine which he cradled softly in his hands.]
I still don't think we're home yet...

mood:

scared

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Thursday, August 13th, 2009

entwinedserpent

[Somewhere there is yelling fit with that familiar British accent. The person who owned the voice was currently slamming the end of their boot into a wall, cursing and still shouting obscenities.]

Where the bloody hell is the exit!?

[Walking a few more steps he kicked another wall- Well, or so he thought. What he kicked was a door. Breaking bits of wood the door slammed open, on the inside was another seemingly empty room. Giving a highly disapproving grunt, he crossed his arms.]

Well I certainly hope you don't expect me to believe that's an exit.

((ooc; What he kicked open is a Nekomimi room. Although he doesn't know it yet, this room give you animal ears, and a tail if you'd like. Feel free to push him in or walk into the room yourself!))

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Saturday, August 1st, 2009

lietuvos

Last thing Lithuania remembers is waking up next to Russia and falling asleep again. He had expected to be shook awake again by the larger nation, but instead he finds himself somewhere he doesn't even recognize. A fancy hallway of sorts though nothing like what he would find in Russia's home and it certainly isn't his own house or Poland's house either. For a second he almost expects Russia to come stumbling down the hall with a bottle of vodka, singing songs in his native language. Honestly, being taken with him and dumped somewhere while he goes to get drunk isn't something the brunette would put past the other man. He always finds himself dragged around by him after all. It would be nothing new.

But this doesn't seem to be something that the blond had done. He couldn't hear any singing and he knows Russia would never go too far away from him even when drunk. He isn't sure if Russia is just obsessed or completely crazy or a mix of both. Ever since Bloody Sunday the other has just been getting crazier and crazier and it's quite scary, really. Shaking his head as he gets up, he glances around, and then rubs his eyes. He still feels slightly tired, though nothing too bad. He's worried though. He's here, but no Russia or Latvia or Estonia is in sight. He's slightly worried about Estonia and Latvia. After all, both his brothers seemed so much paler and thinner after he returned from America so it was obvious that Russia had not been treating them well while he was gone. He doesn't want them to have to go through something scary like that again, so he wants to find out what's going on so he can return.

Straightening his clothes, making sure that he didn't look like something the cat had dragged in, the small man moves through the hall, looking around curiously. Opening one door, he blinked, looking into a room full of sunflowers. He blinks a few times, then slams the door shut. "Arrrggghhh!" The brunette cried, taking several steps away from the door, breathing heavily. Maybe this was Russia's doing after all. The large nation has an obsession with sunflowers after all, and Lithuania is feeling slightly more scared than he had when he woke up. Taking several deep breaths, the country sighed, looking fatigued even if he had just woke up. "Th-there's no way this can be his doing... No way... Aha... ha.. ha..." He mumbled with a weak laugh. He can feel a stomach ache coming already.

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Thursday, July 30th, 2009

Bromantic Lunch

cynical_techie

We need a lighthearted thread to balance the soul-raping terror of System Shock. Also, Logan suggested he and Baird go grab lunch together after looting the casino.

Cue a Baird, in full armor this time, standing outside the restaurant, waiting for Logan to show up. Baird is a little early as usual.

[OOC: for Logan (Savagewhore)]

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Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

THE SYSTEM SHOCK THREAD

sh0dan

Note: This is a serious thread. Keep lighthearted stuff away from this festival of horrors with a twenty foot pole.

This is also a horror thread. For purposes of setting a mood, the moderator requests that all players listen to a specific song whilst working on this thread. The song is "Deliver Us From Evil" by Allied Vision and can be found at www.myspace.com/alliedvision (please scroll down on the player to the very last song).

SHODAN also has access to the psych profile of every character. So be prepared for acute trauma. All players that have arranged a special 'scripted sequence' with the moderator are asked to be present here. Any other players may come in whenever they wish.

The corridors of the No Fandom Politics Dressing Room are not the same... the lights flicker on and off irregularly. In the light, one sees limbs scatterred across the floor. Blood smears across walls spell out "resist," "run" and "stay away." The stench of rotting flesh and wet iron fills the humid air.

A hospital. White tile and stainless steel panelling. Computers that are impossibly advanced rest on almost every wall. Screens are liberally scattered across the walls; occasionally the shortest flashes of a sinister face emmeshed in wires and data conduits appears.

We come to what appears to be a surgical room. The machine at the end houses a brown-haired, silver-eyed, slender scientist clad only in sneakers, a pair of jeans, a green T-shirt and a white lab coat. A screen on the machine reads:

NEUROGRAFT SURGERY: NEURAL CYBERSPACE INTERFACE IMPLANTATION
HEALING COMA INDUCED
COMA EXPIRES IN FIVE MINUTES

There's a locker at the other end of the room from the surgery machine. The door is spattered with blood and closed. A small white-and-red object is lying on the floor next to the locker.

COMA EXPIRES IN ONE MINUTE

The very soft sound of robotic movement comes from the door into the next room. The door is locked. A lead pipe lies next to the door. Flakes of dried blood stick to one end of it.

COMA EXPIRES IN FIVE SECONDS... REVIVAL PROCESSES INITIATED... SUBJECT CORE TEMPERATURE RISING..

SUBJECT... DR. EMMERICH, HAL

[OOC: Hal must awake from brain surgery first, then we can assemble the party. As stated before some party members will start in different locations, usually unpleasant ones, and join up with the main party over time]

location: Citadel Station

mood:

shocked

music: "Deliver Us From Evil" by Allied Vision

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Tuesday, July 28th, 2009

Jack's trying out a new look, and such! (Open to all, as Jack is feeling rather lonely)

jumpinjacklevin

[Jack sighed, a rather loud and exaggerated moan of listless dispair.
He was bored.
Back home he was Jack Levin, worldwide superstar. In this place, he stood out in a rather dull group of people who had no idea who he was.]

Wha's the poin' o' bein' famous if no-one even knows who you are? [He mumbled quietly to himself.]

[Another long, drawn out sigh escaped him, as he dragged his fingers through his hair, shaking the spikes loose to fall around his face.
Oh well, there may be upsides to this. It was possible he could actually enjoy a few things in peace. He might finally be able to enjoy a good meal without being pestered by fans.

Now, where was this resturaunt they had told him about?]

((Anyone want to help him find it? I'm sure he'll be grateful...))

mood:

bored

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Friday, June 26th, 2009

Ocean's 11 Plotline, Part 4 (final part!). THE ACTUAL THEFT!

aceoheartscajun

[And finally, now that the suiting up and hanging out in bars is done, we can finally get to the actual point of this plotline: stealing money from an evil casino!]

[Now, you will find Remy's Seven standing outside the casino, all looking extraordinarily suave in their suits. Their leader, Remy, looks extra-delicious as his suit is a trenchcoat-suit, plus he keeps his gloves on. Naturally, he is wearing a wonderfully expensive cologne, and the only thing stopping me from absolutely Cullenizing this description of Remy is that I don't want to make him sparkle (plus, I actually have some semblance of taste)]

[Remy is standing with a serious game-face on. Baird is following, dragging what looks like a very large electricity generator. Actually, its an EMP device! Cid, with the computer virus he cooked up, is right beside him (thank fuck the virus is stored in magnetically-shielded media).]

BAIRD: "(grunts) Are we there yet?" [/snark]

REMY: "Oui. Now, we jus' need our dis'raction... Sander, Falcon. You're up. De stage has been booked for... now."

[OOC: Sander and Falcon are up first. "The Swigging Martinis" have to put on a performance at the Casino's main stage. Lets see them bring down the house! After they distract people and the ground team gets inside, Baird will remote-detonate the EMP and Cid will upload the virus into the scrambled computer mainframe. Snake, Vamp and Logan will then 'clear the way' to the safe. Baird blows the safe, Remy struts in looking all hot and everyone takes their share of the cash! OK everyone, lets get thieving. Unfortunately, our characters have to do something besides each other.]

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Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

Here comes Sparky!

jumpinjacklevin

[With a quick yelp of suprise, the young man (in his late teens) toppled forward, just about able to catch himself before hitting the ground.]

Damn man... You could at least warn me before you gonna...

[He looked up, noticing the very blank, very bare surroundings. Getting back to his feet, he ran a hand through his wild, blonde hair, looking around with a puzzled expression.]

'Ey. If somebody up there hit the teleporter drive, then they gon' fucked up...

[Silence]

Why ain' no-one talkin' to me?
... Rick, Jody? [He tapped his wrist a few times. Still, no response.]

An'body?

...

Where'n d'hell am I?

mood:

confused

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Sunday, June 7th, 2009

disappearin_act

[Exploring was something he figured he should do. Moving threw countless rooms and dodging a few... Unwanted monsters he found it. Paradise, something one could call home.

The doors were bigger than any he's ever seen fit inside a building. Blue fingertips traced the design, without even opening the for mentioned doors he already knew what was inside- Perhaps one thing he missed most?

A church.]

I vazn't expecting thiz.

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Saturday, May 30th, 2009

vecuonluniaie

[Hopping off the tree to make his grand appearance to Amaterasu... Again. he lands far away from any dirt- Or grass lands. Odd]

Bonjour?~

Waka; God's gift to-

[He pauses, pressing the hilt of his sword against his chin. Well, this was rude. Where did she run off too?]

Merde I'm quite offended~! ♥ I waited all this time and you run off somewhere.

[He's rather disappointed looking.]

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Monday, May 18th, 2009

Ocean's 11 Plotline, Part 3 of 4: The Obligatory Bar Sequence

aceoheartscajun

[Just like Ocean's 11, this thread is the part of the plot where everyone sits down, makes idle chit-chat of little relevance to the plot itself, and simply acts cool in a swanky bar wearing their suits. Of course this will be seen as 'smooth,' 'chic' and 'hip' by the film critics, even when the sequence is nothing but people discussing how fast food is in other countries (speaking of that, did you know that Chinese McDonalds Sausage & Egg muffins are actually much more porky than they are in Western countries? Yay, I'm profound!)]

[So, we have a nice swanky bar, just inside the casino. No one is there, its reserved for Remy's Seven, but Remy will vouch for non-Remy's Seven people if they want to come in]

[So yeah, just come in, drink cocktails and have idle chit chat. This is the perfect thread for making some characters meet if they haven't already. Wear your suit]

[Nibbles and drinks are of course free. Service is robotic/automated]

[Gambit of course is wearing his suit as he sips his way through Sex On The Beach's, Bourbons and glasses of champagne. Anyone want to say hi/flirt? His long jacket is swirling around him very enticingly!]

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Friday, May 15th, 2009

Bar scene type thing, open to everyone

the_good_doctor

((ooc: Ok, so this may be a 'storyline post', but the last thing I want to do is limit myself to only ever interracting with one character/player (where's the fun in that?). So please, bring along anybody. As many as you like))

*So, this was the bar. He was probably in here somewhere. It's not like he was easy to lose.*

"Come on, where are you?"

*He mumbled to himself as he looked around, also silently cursing himself for what he had said. He didn't mean to start an argument, and naw he may just have gone too far.
So much for rebuilding bridges.*

"For a 'smart guy', I'm such an idiot."

*He sighed, giving up his search, at least for now. He decided to grab himself a drink at the bar, ignoring the hard stuff, an instead working on the difficult task of deciding which wine to have.*

((ooc: Not gonna let the doctor drink alone, are you?))

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Wednesday, May 13th, 2009

Ocean's 11 Plotline PART 2: Suit Up! (NOW WITH NEW SEXY ICON!)

aceoheartscajun

And so, Remy's Seven has been formed. Now onto the next phase of the mission: get a really, really, really hot suit for all members of the team! (Just like the Ocean's 11 Movie: 3/4 of this plotline is looking cool and hanging out in lounges, with 1/4 actual theft!)

Remy opens a door to a room which, conveniently, just happens to include suits. Lots of them. Since, at the moment, Remy is only wearing a towel around his waist he is quite grateful for this (not that he doesn't mind showing off his extraordinarily handsome self!).

All members of Remy's Seven get a suit consisting of a black silk shirt, black silk suit jacket and trousers, silver cufflinks (unless this clashes too much with the color of your tie), black shoes, plus an individually-colored tie (for that authentic Reservoir Dogs feel).

In Remy's case, his suit jacket is a long coat (he is the team leader after all), also black. He is keeping his gloves too. As for the silk tie: hot pink! (surprise!).

ALL MEMBERS OF REMY'S SEVEN, PLEASE COME IN AND GET YOURSELF YOUR SUIT AND CHOOSE YOUR TIE! [Feel welcome to drool over a half-naked Gambit, too!]

ADDITIONALLY, THE MODERATOR WOULD BE GRATEFUL IF ANYONE HAS SUFFICIENT PHOTOSHOP EXPERIENCE TO MAKE "IN SUIT" ICONS FOR REMY'S SEVEN (YES, THESE ICONS WOULD NEED THEIR INDIVIDUALLY-COLORED TIES AS WELL, PLEASE).

[So, back to actually describing what happens when Remy walks into the suit-room]

[Remy smirks and looks at his suit... the tie is the perfect color, the suit of flawless quality, the silk as black as the sclera of his eyes... and even better, the room has a HUGE MIRROR ON THE WALL... Remy just looks at his amazingly-hot self, mouthing in French: "Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me!"]

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Monday, May 11th, 2009

kingofnabari

[One disoriented teen has just woken up in a hall and looks around as he sits up, rubbing his eyes a little. He feels tired and really has no idea where he is.]

.... This isn't where I was...

[He stands up, wobbling a little, before looking around again... Last he checked, he was... Actually, what was he doing? He can't really remember. He remembers running and fighting, but... He rubs his fingers across the palm of his right hand and blinks, looking down at it.]

.... Something is missing....

[Deciding to not think about it, he figures it's best to focus on finding out where he is. He doesn't recognize it, but he doubts he's captured by the enemy, as they surely would've at least tied him up and locked him into a room.]

... I wonder if Thobari-sensei or Yukimi-san are around....

.... Probably not.....

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Thursday, May 7th, 2009

Here NFPDR... have a Reno

bastard_turk

Pulling himself up off the floor, which was where he fell, after he didn't quite make it to the couch after a night of drinking under the plate in the Sector Seven Slums, the red head looked about the room awkwardly. Everything was kind of blurry, but even through the blur he realized that this wasn't his place.

"The fuck yo... I don't remember goin' home wit nobody yo..."

Pulling himself up on the back of a nice leather couch he steadied himself. Once he figured that he could walk without pitching over or vomiting over the immaculate floor beneath him, he started to take in his surroundings, Turk training finally taking control.

Well he wasn't chained to anything, he didn't feel like he'd been dissected by Hojo... he was still wearing the clothes he'd been out in the night before, minus his suit jacket that was flung haphazardly on the floor next, to his EMR, where he had been sleeping.

"Fuck...", he said as he rubbed his hand over his face and then back to tame the flame red crown of spikes that sat in an always disheveled mess on his head, held back only by the ever present goggles. His voice sounded rough and he cleared it.

"Wonder if the bossman got a new place and had Rude jus drag me here and leave me on the floor yo. Tseng's gonna hear about this shit if he did."

Heading towards the bathroom he splashed cold water over his face and used some to tame his hair, check that, tried to tame his hair. Walking back out he grabbed his coat and EMR before heading out the front door. For a moment he was too preoccupied sliding on the jacket over his half opened untucked shirt to even notice all the weirdness. Once he finally stopped he saw pretty much everything all at once. There seemed to be a casino in one place, and then an amusement park that rivaled the Golden Saucer. This was not the ShinRa building, or any fancy new diggs that Rufus may have aquired. Nor was it anything remotely resembling Midgar or Gaia for that matter.

He had somehow world hopped... again

"Shit yo! I just managed to find my way back home not too long ago, now I'm gone again? This is way too much to take in first thing in the morning. I need a drink yo."

And just Reno's luck there seemed to be a bar right over there for him to saddle up to. At least some prayers were answered.

mood:

awake

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Saturday, May 2nd, 2009

Ocean's 11 Plotline PART 1: CASINO NIGHT! YAY!

cynical_techie

[And, for no apparent reason, the lobby of NFPDR has suddenly been turned into a casino, with an adjoining set of rooms being converted into offices and the main cashier]

[A large banner with "Grand Opening" is hung over the lobby, pretty lights decorate the ceiling, and every table is open! Drinks are served to players, comped by the house]

[As Baird wanders in, very pretty ladies in rather, ahem, "minimal" skirts warmly greet him. His eyes wander over them as he starts grinning and walks into the casino, quite happily in fact! Baird has lived in a world where anything even remotely fun (that doesn't have the possibility of creating more slaves for the regime) is banned, so he can't wait to blow some money!]

[And Baird sits down at the 6:5 Blackjack table. All other rules are liberal Vegas Strip rules (Resplit all pairs including aces to 4 hands, double down on any 2 cards including after splits, late surrender allowed, dealer stands on soft 17, 6 deck CSM). Unfortunately for Baird, he doesn't know that normally, BJ is meant to pay 3:2 since the only other blackjack he has ever played (in the Strip Blackjack room) paid 1:1 on BJ]

"Six to Five! Man, that's better than before!"

[and he sits down, colors up his Seran money (its not like he actually needs it here), and starts gambling]

[As the comp'd drinks start flowing, he gets hammerred. And he's playing mathematically perfect strategy too... he ran some calculations after the Strip Blackjack room]

[BUT Baird ends up losing. A lot. Again, Seran money means nothing here but, come on, its the principle of the thing! He played perfectly and got wiped out! Quite quickly in fact! FUCK THIS PLACE!]

[And Baird stumbles out of the casino in, well, a grumpy mood. He hangs out in a lounge room set outside the casino and writes a nice sign on the front door: "Loser's Lounge"]

[And, unknown to Baird, or anyone outside casino management, the games aren't truly random . The casino is literally cheating here. The CSMs are rigged to withold 10-cards and only put them back in the shoe occasionally. The Zero on the roulette wheel is magnetized slightly to attract the ball to it. THIS CASINO IS EEEEVIL!]

[OOC: OCEAN'S 11 CASINO NIGHT! EVERYONE THAT WANTS TO JOIN IN HAS TO GO TO THE CASINO, LOSE A LOT OF MONEY, JOIN BAIRD IN THE LOSERS LOUNGE AND GET CONSPIRING!!! VAMP, CID, SANDER, FALCON, WOLVERINE ARE EXPECTED TO ATTEND. AND PLEASE, MARI, BRING TRAIN ALONG! SNAKE AND, OF COURSE, GAMBIT, WILL BE JOINING IN SOON!!!!]

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