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capt_harkness (capt_harkness) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-29 01:13:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 08, ianto jones, jack harkness

WHO: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
WHAT: Well it's been a long, been a long, been a long day.
WHERE: Museum
WHEN: Day 8, late evening
RATING: R-ish
STATUS: active

Jack was bone-weary once he finally found his way back to the museum. Between the 'death-off' (which at least Ianto couldn't be too pissed at him, right?) and the meeting with his clone, Jack had reached his limit of 'strange-ness' for the day. At least he was fairly certain he had the compound perfected. Wasn't pressurised like it should be, but the small misting bottles he found in the pharmacy should at least do the trick. It had proven effective when Jack had tried it against one of the Weevils a few hours ago, and that was good enough for him.

But now, all he wanted was to curl up with Ianto.

And, as apparently he had to clarify, his Ianto. Jack was hoping it was his waiting for him back in the museum, not that he couldn't tell which man was his. All it would take was another kiss. Heading into the room he had claimed as his own -- and had happily accepted Ianto into -- Jack wearily entered, looking for Ianto. "I'm too damn tired to play games. If it's the clone or the other Ianto, just say so. And if it is, clear out as I was here first."

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madeinwales
2009-05-29 05:29 am UTC (link)

"It's the proper me, Jack. You know how to prove that, but I can figure something out if you want verbal confirmation." The day had been too bloody long and too bloody frustrating. Very little about it had been good, save for maybe the thrift shop. Watanuki was polite and soft spoken and a balm against all the raging hero complexes this place seemed to develop.

At the moment, Ianto was fussing with their bed, padding it with blankets from the shop to try and make it a bit more comfortable. Oddly, he was doing it wearing one yellow and one olive green Wellie. His shoes were tipped against the wall, drying out. Next to a bar of soap he had purloined.

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capt_harkness
2009-05-29 06:10 am UTC (link)

"I could make you say something but..." Jack shrugged and looked at the domestic Ianto and just smiled. "Well, I'd call the miss-matched Wellies as some cause for concern but given the fact that you're making our bed is enough to set my mind at ease. The other you didn't seem that keen on being with me in that way, which I cannot even begin to fathom."

Jack eyed the shoes and just chuckled. Clean-freak to the point of obsessive. That too was his Ianto. "Clones on your second day," Jack said with a chuckle. "What will they think of next?" He stooped down, lifting the hem of his trousers enough to get at his boots, unwinding the laces one at a time, then toed them off, setting them near Ianto's drying shoes.

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madeinwales
2009-05-29 06:30 am UTC (link)

"I can think up any number of things. From innocent to frankly quite naughty. He didn't want to be with you? I suppose you got that through the kiss." It was hard to fake enthusiasm with someone's tongue in your mouth. You had to be gung-ho from the get go, in a situation like that.

Ianto looked down at his feet and shrugged, smiling sheepishly. "They were the only ones at the shop in my size, so I took them. My shoes didn't hold up well against the melting snow, unfortunately." He sat on their makeshift bed to peel the things off his feet, wiggling toes done up in the tube socks from the survival kit. "Though I know what you mean about the clones. Your clone nearly didn't take no for an answer. And people here are absolutely ridiculous. It's .. frustrating."

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capt_harkness
2009-05-29 06:56 am UTC (link)

"Well, if you really want to have a go at it, I'm all ears to listen," Jack said with an impish grin. "Particularly when you're talking about it being 'naughty'." Jack could tell from the kiss, in that he was the one initiating it, rather than Ianto taking the lead. And while their relationship was such that they both took turns in the dominant side, Jack did like when Ianto took charge, particularly in a kiss.

Jack slipped his greatcoat off, carefully folding it and setting it in a dry spot near the bed. Chuckling, Jack settled down beside Ianto on the makeshift bed and stretched, feeling every vertebrae in his back crack as he did so. "My clone accosted you?" Jack asked. "Under other circumstances, I'd think having a clone could spice things up, but not when they're so... personality strange. Not at all like us." Jack shook his head and grinned suddenly. "Yes but did you give in? Not like it's cheating," He said, cheeky grin splitting his face.

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madeinwales
2009-05-29 08:37 am UTC (link)

"One of your dreams is to be flexible enough to perform auto-fellatio." How was that for naughty? Though it was delivered in Ianto's very deadpan voice. He nudged a little at Jack's side, for an excuse for contact and because Jack was being a berk. But then, what's new? It was sort of reassurring, though, that Jack, through anything, would still be Jack and Ianto took what comfort he could from that.

"No! I didn't give in. I'm not worried about cheating, I'm worried about a ... a ... copy of you, running around pretending to be you and who was very put out when I didn't want to shag him. He isn't you, I didn't want him." It was more creepy than anything, he remembered.

"Before I forget, Shannon asked to sleep with us. I think something's disturbed her. I told her it was alright, pending your agreement, but I couldn't see you disagreeing." He left himself wide open for innuendo right there, and mentally, he was counting to see how long it'd take Jack to come up with something.

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capt_harkness
2009-05-29 09:43 am UTC (link)

Jack arched a brow in Ianto's direction. Somehow hearing the words in the accent made them all the more delicious - even said in such a tone of voice. "Dream? Oh Ianto just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean I can't." Two could definitely play that game and Jack could play it better than anyone.

"I've already seen myself," Jack said with a shake of his head. "He's trying far too hard. Though I can't blame him for wanting a shag either. Particularly with you." Even if that little jealousy bug threatened to rear its ugly head. "I'm sure he wasn't happy to be refused but it's reassuring to know that only the original will do it for you."

Lifting his head, Jack looked at Ianto curiously. "Shannon wants to sleep with us? In what sense of the word?" Jack asked even though he knew the answer without asking. "You're sweet to ask if I want a threesome but you know I'm always up for anything."

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madeinwales
2009-05-29 11:20 am UTC (link)

Well. That little tidbit siderailed Ianto's thought process for a moment, and he stared at Jack with a considering look on his face. "..Really? No, now is not the time for a demonstration. And I'm not asking you for a threesome! Shannon just wants sleep. Though, before she does turn up, I, ah, would like the opportunity to work through a few frustrations." He cast another considering look in Jack's direction and lifted his eyebrows a touch.

As for the clone...? "Well. At least your clone isn't trying to be you. My clone'd have us believe he's me from another universe. And probably cheerfully drop me down a well to take my place. About the only thing going for us, I suppose, is that your clone doesn't like mine."

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capt_harkness
2009-05-29 11:40 am UTC (link)

With the expression on Ianto's face, Jack knew his lover was either fantasising or contemplating. Either way Jack would let him wonder. "Well I wouldn't blame you if you were. She's quite a looker." Jack grinned sliding an arm around Ianto and pulled him close, the opposite hand raising to cup his jaw before kissing him soundly. "Those sorts of frustrations?"

Jack shook his head and sighed. "I don't think mine likes me much," Jack said, smile fading. "Haven't exactly made it easy for him either. Yours at least tried to act like you." Frowning, Jack pulled out his journal and groaned when he saw the handwriting. "Also hasn't learned how to have a flair for the dramatic without being a total queen about it."

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madeinwales
2009-05-29 02:49 pm UTC (link)

"Those sorts of frustrations, exactly," he murmured though he did give Jack a stern sort of look for the last of the threesome comments. "It's either that or start throwing things. Last time I felt like this I spent a few hours in the firing range." He wasn't the type to go screaming and stomping things, after all. Even if it'd probably be a very satisfying thing to do.

Ianto twisted his arms around Jack's torso and peered over his shoulder to read the entry in question. An arm snaked free and he scooped up Jack's pen to write something quickly. "I wasn't frightened of him until I told him no. He's sort of how I'd imagine a five year old you would be like. Only with added sex. Out of all the clones I've heard about and seen, I think I feel worst for him. But I can't decide if it's because something went so very wrong when they put his brain in or because he did try to be friendly in a bludgeon you to death sort of way."

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capt_harkness
2009-06-01 12:33 pm UTC (link)

"Those sorts of frustrations I can quite easily relieve," Jack replied, ignoring the stern look about the threesome. Oh, Ianto would be as adventurous and would try -- hopefully. Jack would let that lay for now and bring it up later... much later when they had both had certain hungers sated. "And no firing range here -- unless one wanted to chuck mud balls at the side of a building but I doubt that'd get rid of much."

He held the book and waited until Ianto had scribbled a reply and then set it aside for the time being. Journals and comments could keep until later. Jack, however, wanted time with Ianto and they were alone... a precious few minutes together. "I don't know what to feel about him," Jack replied. "I've never acted like that in any year, not as a child nor with the Agency. If anything, it's more of John's personality than mine. Particularly in the bludgeon you to death portion with the added sex bit." Jack held up a hand. "And no, we're not delving into him or what I was thinking. Or the time involved."

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madeinwales
2009-06-01 01:35 pm UTC (link)

Ianto would be adventurous and might try. And if he would, Shannon would be the type he'd be interested in. But things like that weren't for the times when he was frustrated beyond believe and needing to be thrown down and wrestled with. "Mud balls and walls. Mm, no. Wouldn't work at all. Not as well as this and a lot less fun, if I'm going to get dirty for it."

When the journal was set aside, Ianto slipped his hands under Jack's braces and tugged them down, waiting patiently until Jack freed his arms. "Whatever he is," he said, ignoring the bit about John (save for an amused little smirk for Jack's taste), "he's gone. They're all gone. I'm glad this experiment's over, for one. I'm glad this day is over." When Jack lifted up a hand, Ianto leaned forward and bit at one of his fingertips.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-01 03:00 pm UTC (link)

And Jack knew that Ianto would try -- they had been together long enough to know those little things about each other. Right now, however, Jack wanted Ianto and no one but Ianto would do. "Well, throwing mud balls can be fun. Particularly if accompanied by some naked wrestling..." Jack said with an impish smirk.

He shrugged out of the braces, letting them pool at his sides and snaked a free arm around Ianto's waist. "They both are gone. In some instances, regrettably," Jack said, bringing back that interesting little fantasy. Jack shot Ianto an 'unamused' glare when he saw that smirk -- yes, John wasn't exactly a high-point in his past and he was quite happy to leave him there. Making a contented noise in the back of his throat at the nip, Jack let his hand remain where it was to enjoy the attention, his free hand tugging Ianto's shirt from the waistband of his trousers.

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madeinwales
2009-06-01 03:38 pm UTC (link)

"Playing in the mud is only fun when you've got a hot shower to look forward to afterwards. Though the wrestling might help my mood." Ianto bit at another one of Jack's fingers and tugged at the hem of Jack's shirt, freeing it so he could get at the buttons that much easily.

"We've got to be fairly quick. I don't know when Shannon's going to come by," he admitted and grinned cheekily in the face of the unamused glare. They so did love to push one another's buttons.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-01 09:22 pm UTC (link)

"Unfortunately, showers are in quite short supply around here -- at least hot ones." Jack grinned impishly, torn between pulling Ianto on top of himself to continue that wrestling train of thought and actually undressing Ianto. Hard choice, that. Groaning and pushing that finger into Ianto's mouth, Jack decided to go with the undressing part first. Wrestling would be better when naked. "Only if that wrestling involves a power struggle," Jack replied with a smirk.

At the mention of being quick, Jack's fingers flew over Ianto's buttons, making short work of them and finally letting himself touch bare skin. Much, much better. "Quick we can do." Jack said, burying his face in the crook of Ianto's neck, nibbling lightly. "Greenhouses come to mind," he teased, pulling Ianto into his lap.

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madeinwales
2009-06-03 08:50 pm UTC (link)

Since the shirt was hopelessly rumpled already, Ianto had no problems tossing it to one side so he could wind bare arms around Jack as he was pulled into Jack's lap. His legs fell towards either side, so he was comfortably straddling Jack's lap. "Any sort of shower's a miracle, so I'm not complaining. When we get out, though, I'm booking us a few days at a hotel and putting it on Torchwood's tab. Giant bath tubs, whirlpools and big showers."

It was practically porn to Ianto, right now. The way to Ianto's heart is getting clean, it seems. "I liked the hothouse, 'cept for the part where we were walked in on." His head tipped and he shivered and one had dropped down into Jack's lap to unzip his flies.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-03 09:00 pm UTC (link)

The one thing Jack loved was how easily their bodies fell together and just plain fit. He buried his head, tasting that hint of saltiness along Ianto's skin, groaning softly as the other man settled himself in Jack's lap. Trousers uncomfortably tight, Jack rocked upwards, bringing their groins into perfect alignment. "I think that can be arranged," Jack said, dragging his lips up to Ianto's jaw then finally kissed him on the lips. "Particularly sex in the whirlpools, big showers and giant bathtubs."

God, he ached for a shower just thinking of it.

"Gwen seemed to be looking her fill though, wasn't she?" Jack asked with a chuckle. Jack's hand wrapped around Ianto's wrist, leading it towards his groin -- didn't matter if the trousers were unzipped or not. He just needed Ianto's touch. Hell, he was greedy enough to have him that even a hand-job would do. God, was Jack Harkness... desperate? Never.

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madeinwales
2009-06-04 09:17 am UTC (link)

Trousers were too tight, but not for too long, as deft fingers freed the both of them, even while Jack manhandled them into alignment. Ianto's fingers curled and he muffled a pleased little groan against Jack's neck, then nibbled and licked at the spot. At least until Jack followed his jawline up for a kiss, open mouthed and quick and messy.

"Then lounging about in dressing gowns and soft beds." He groaned just thinking about it.

"She laughed," he protested, though not with any venom, since he was distracted with his hands full of Jack. When guided, Ianto went willingly, pressing to soothe the ache in both of them. "I don't blame her, we were probably making climax faces." He pulled back just a bit and contorted his face a bit so that his mouth hung open and his eyebrows were raised.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-04 10:06 am UTC (link)

Oh what utter relief. Jack sighed softly as his trousers were undone, fabric no longer stretching far too tight that it had almost reached the point of painful. Now, though, able to rub against Ianto without any fabric between them was downright heavenly. The kisses weren't so much kisses as open-mouthed pressing of lips together, almost as if Jack was attempting to devour Ianto whole from the mouth down.

"Lounging?" Jack asked, rocking his hips sharply as if to punctuate the statement. "Don't think there'd be much lounging." A weekend away with Ianto at some swank Cardiff hotel -- the idea shouldn't have made him smile as much as it did.

"You do," Jack murmured, drawing his lips along Ianto's jaw and moving towards his earlobe to find that spot, "make quite the climax face. The laugh was more nervous than anything. Either that or she was trying to figure out how to get between us." Deftly, Jack switched their positions so he was pinning Ianto to the makeshift bed, hips slowly mimicking the slide of sex, rubbing groin to groin. Tonight, this would have to do until they procured something that would work as lube -- not to mention not knowing when Shannon would be arriving.

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madeinwales
2009-06-05 06:36 am UTC (link)

A sharp spike of pleasure raced up his spine at the sharp little thrust and Ianto let his forehead rest against Jack's neck with it. He agreed rather mindlessly to whatever it was Jack was saying, just so long as he kept doing that. "Alright," he said eventually, voice thick and gravelly, "shagging and passing out."

When he found himself on his back, Ianto wormed a hand between them, gripping the both of them loosely in a fist to keep their alignment. Both legs went around Jack's waist and he made a mental note to try and find something lube like. Oil maybe. There had to be something.

Only they would be concerned with lube in captivity.

"Jack?" he murmured, mouthing at whatever skin he could, just for the taste of Jack. "Shut up and get on with it."

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capt_harkness
2009-06-05 10:51 am UTC (link)

And that, right there, was what Jack had been waiting for: that hitch in Ianto's voice that turned it even deeper, the accent all the more pronounced. God, how easily Ianto could be his complete and utter undoing. Not that he would, of course, ever admit this fact.

Jack added a soft groan as Ianto's hand went around them and his legs around his waist. Truly, it was a shame that Ianto covered up that physique with three-piece suits, but the man looked so good in them that Jack wouldn't complain. Still, Jack knew just how flexible Ianto really was -- and god they needed to find lube. This would have to suffice for now -- no matter how Jack wanted to bury himself inside Ianto.

"Shut up and get on with it?" Jack asked, speeding up his hips, using the friction supplied by Ianto's hand to his advantage. "This better?" He worked his own hand between them, covering Ianto's and squeezing a bit tighter while his mouth descended for another open-mouthed kiss.

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madeinwales
2009-06-05 09:01 pm UTC (link)

Jack'd get a lot of that hitch, purring encouragement directly into his ear and gasping out swears as quietly as he could. There were others in the museum, after all.

Later, when they were both as sated as they could be, Ianto's voice'd still be gravelly and his accent thicker, but there wouldn't be any of the urgency that there had been. "Gotta find lube," he murmured, passing a hand (the clean one) through Jack's hair affectionately. "Thank you."

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capt_harkness
2009-06-05 09:47 pm UTC (link)

Oh but how Jack loved getting Ianto to curse, particularly when he was attempting to be quiet. Which, of course, meant that Jack would have to get him to yell out at some point -- just to see if he could. Didn't matter if there were others around, they should know that there was a couple in residence and the noises of sex.

The bit of time that followed, when Ianto's voice still remained low were some of his favourite times. Jack did adore the Welsh and for this specific reason: the guttural, gravelly Welsh. Wasn't a better sound in the world as far as he was concerned.

"Yes, yes we do," Jack admitted some time later, fringe plastered to his forehead. May not have gone 'all the way', but he was sweating as if they had. Apparently that much by way of 'frustrations' had built up between them. Well, there'd be no more of that. "Thank you?" He asked, lifting a brow. "For what, exactly?"

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madeinwales
2009-06-06 07:21 am UTC (link)

It seemed that one of Jack's favorite games was seeing what kinds of sounds Ianto could make while doing this sort of thing. Ianto indulged Jack, of course, by being difficult, so that every noise coaxed from him, every swear, every sigh and every shout was so much sweeter for being earned. Unless, of course, he was busy murmuring filthy things into Jack's ears.

Ianto nosed a little at Jack's hair, sweaty and mussed, and pressed a smile against Jack's face. "Mmhm. Thank you. For being here, I suppose. It just seemed like a good thing to say at the time." Something in leu of the words that probably should have been spoken. It'd have to do, for now.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-06 12:44 pm UTC (link)

It was one of Jack's ultimate pastimes and, really, if Ianto wasn't going to complain, neither was Jack. He knew Ianto was toying with him, biting back moans and whimpers from time to time -- which only made it all the more enjoyable for Jack. He was determined to, one night, get Ianto to scream (in the good way), particularly with so many people nearby. A goal that would have to be saved until they had something by way of lube.

Closing his eyes briefly, Jack leaned into the touch and sighed, drawing Ianto in tightly against his body. They'd have to get cleaned up at some point before Shannon showed up, but that could wait. Jack just wanted time with his lover. "Suppose that works," Jack replied, not even wanting to broach that other subject. "And, in return? You're welcome."

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madeinwales
2009-06-08 08:17 pm UTC (link)

Ianto indulged in a few more moments of closeness with Jack before wriggling out of his arms to find them something they could wash up with. A bottle of water and an expendable shirt, since they were rather short on flannels. He nudged at Jack to get him to roll onto his back, then straddled his hips and wiped carefully, dabbing with the wet fabric. "Shannon's likely to turn up," he explained.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-08 09:15 pm UTC (link)

That was the one bad thing when they 'finished', the moment of separation while they cleaned themselves up. Frankly, after all they'd been through, even this momentary separation wasn't quite on Jack's game plan. He did, though, roll over when requested, pillowing his chin on his hands. "Yes, she is. And I'm not sure which is the more compromising position," Jack mused. Turning his head, Jack managed to look over his shoulder at his lover, hand running along Ianto's thigh (and wherever else he could reach). "Though I'm sure as hell not asking you to move." Head turning back to face front, Jack kept one arm bent at an awkward angle to keep that touch going. "Tomorrow, maybe. I swear to god, if there isn't anything resembling oil or lube...?"

That last bit, of course, was meant to be silent. Whoops.

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madeinwales
2009-06-09 06:35 am UTC (link)

It didn't take long to get the both of them clean enough, and in no time at all, Ianto was tossing the shirt off against the wall and capping the bottle of water to set aside. From there, the cleaning process turned into a bit of a massage, ferretting out sore spots with deft fingers. Magic fingers.

The lube comment sent a terribly amused grin spreading across Ianto's face and he leaned in just a bit. "What will you do if there isn't any lube?" he asked, oh so innocently. Really, he needed to take the time to tuck them back into trousers, nice and secure, but this moment of warmth and comfort would be fleeting, he knew. He wanted to indulge in it.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-11 08:45 pm UTC (link)

He could feel the exact moment when Ianto's touch turned from cleaning to something else entirely. Jack closed his eyes, half hoping they'd have a few more minutes to themselves before Shannon poked her head in. This was exactly what he had needed.

With a sigh, Jack rolled his hips upwards, attempting to knock Ianto off balance and pull the other man into his arms. This time his hands were the ones that ran along his back, holding his lover close. "What will I do? Outside of throw a tantrum?" He asked, grinning. Seriously, though. "Oh... I'm nothing if not an improviser," Jack replied at last. "We'll figure something out. We always do, don't we?"

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madeinwales
2009-06-12 08:00 am UTC (link)

If Jack had been stuck here for any length of time, a bit of comfort would be exactly what he needed. It served to ground a person. Kept them feeling human.

Ianto allowed himself to tumble forward, off balance and into Jack's arms where he settled in quite content with his head tucked up just under Jack's chin. "Throw a tantrum? I think I'd like to be on hand to see that." Could be amusing, that. Lots of foot stomping and arm flailing, he imagined.

"We always figure something out," Ianto replied, and he wasn't certain if he was talking about just lube or the entire situation. Probably both, he decided and closed his eyes, for just a moment.

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