Glorious arc

The "Glorious" arclet. 
==Shove==
31 January 2022; Sydney, NSW, Australia
Chuck opens her eyes, finds herself staring down from a thousand different places at a pretty blue and white marble on black—wait, she remembers something like this from that space movie that cadet always cited when he peed in his suit—
"Hey," says Yancy. 
"Oh for the love of god, my dream?"
Yancy cringes. "I just realized how weird this is. Uh. Okay. Going." 
"No, wait," Chuck sighs. "Gotta be important, whatever it is, if you've disturbed your peace for me." 
"Turns out, not actually how it works," says Yancy. "I digress. Have a bad feeling tomorrow." 
"Just ... A bad feeling." 
"Yep." 
"That's it?" 
"That's all I'm allowed to tell you. Or that's all the rice woman says I'm allowed to tell you." 
"Come again?" 
Yancy sorta shrugs. "It's complicated?" 
"Well it's ... nice, I guess, to see you. Wish you weren't dead." 
"Same to you. About the seeing part. Because you're alive. And will be. For a while. And, well, whatever. It happens." 
"You're not upset about being dead?" 
"Oddly enough, not really? The rice woman says she thinks something—" Yancy waves 'away', scattering fireflies. "—in your brain when you die." 
"Watch it," snaps Chuck. "That's me you're throwing about." 
"Right. Sorry." 
"No, it's fine, this is just—can I thank her—never thanked you for lunch." 
Yancy's eyes crinkle. "I knew. I'll pass it along." 
"No, in real life." 
"This is real life." 
Chuck opens her eyes, wide awake, and checks the clock. Three hours before their shift. Not getting back to sleep now, at any rate. 
She takes her time getting presentable (still only takes twelve minutes [half of which is spent rebraiding her hair]) and sets off for the Drivesuit Room, where Pietr and a few cups of coffee find her, surrounded by bits and pieces of armor, a couple hours later. 
::Cream?:: 
Pietr stops mid-step, turns, and heads right back out the door.
Chuck's gotten everything reorganized by the time he comes back—still with three cups of coffee so ....
::Would you prefer an IV?:: she asks. 
Pietr grins and relinquishes a cup, shrugs, holds up four fingers. 
Chuck takes a sip, sets it aside. ::Perfect, thanks.:: Contemplates. ::That much caffeine cannot be good for you.:: 
He sits down beside her, tucks his entourage out of danger. ::Still alive. Couldn't sleep?:: 
Chuck frowns. ::Sorta? Got a—:: She gestures at her head. ::—niggling.::
::Good or bad?::
::Gimme a minute.:: 
So they sip coffee for a while. 
Chuck's down half a mug by the time she's got words. ::Peaceful bad, if that's possible.::
::We're fighting off giant space lizards with giant robots.::
::Redundancies are nothing compared to that.:: 
==Spinejackal==
::Redundancies are nothing compared to that.::
::Boss say where he wants ye?::
::Ten-Mile Line. With /Vulcan. /Striker on the Miracle Mile.::
::Tryin' t' keep ye 'n Ducky apart?::
Pietr shrugs, takes another slug of coffee. ::Saving the best for last.::
Chuck snorts, sips, sets down the mug. Twists her hair.
He taps her arm. ::We've done this before.::
::'Peaceful bad,' remember?::
::I'll take those odds.::
Chuck drops her hair and sighs. ::Thirty minutes to transport.::
Pietr swallows the last of one coffee, stands, stretches.
Chuck watches him stroll out and toward the vid-con room. Calling Griet and Anniek like he does before every combat drop. She sighs again.
=O KAY RANGERS LOOKS LIKE THIS_
ONES GOING PAST ABOUT 100 MILE
S OUT WHEEL LEAVE YOU OUT THER
E A BIT LONGER TO MAKE SURE BU
T IT LOOKS LIKE SYDNEYS OFF TH
E HOOK FOR THE DAY=
=BUT WEIR NOT=
=NOPE=</nowiki>
=WHACHA THINK MELBIN=</nowiki>
=MOST LIKELY AT CURRENT SPEED I
TILL TAKE LESSEE TWELVE HOURS_
FOR IT TO GET THERE SO WHEEL B
RING YOU BACK IN FEED YOU LET_
YOU GRAB A NAP AND THEN FLY YO
U SOUTH=
=BETTER STOKE UP THE COFFEE MAK
ERS YOUV GOT A WHOLE AFTERNOON
_OF KEEPING VOSS CAFFEINATED AH
EAD OF YOU=
=SO YOU ARE AWARE JONES VOSS IS
_MAKING AN OBSCENE GESTURE AT Y
OU=
=SAVE IT FOR THE KAIJU RANGERS=</nowiki>
=ECHO WEIR DISPATCHING TRANSPO
RT FOR YOU NOW WHEEL BE BACK F
OR YOU VULCAN ONCE ECHOES SETT
LED SIT TIGHT FOR A BIT STRIKE
R=
=ROGER LOCCENT=
=COPY LOCCENT=
::Better or worse?::
::Ye an eye doctor now?::
Pietr rolls his eyes, watches her for a beat. ::Worse.::
::Why'd ye say that?::
He gently pulls her hand away from her braid.
Chuck scowls. ::Thirty minutes to transport.::
Off to the vid-con he goes.
"Y' want me t' do /what, now?"
"I want ye on th' chopper trailin' /Echo 'n /Striker with me. I've got a bad feelin' about this drop."
"But, um, we're supposed to wait at th' Shatterdome."
"Yea, well, that's not good enough t'day."
"Why me?"
"'Cause I'm not sure which Jaeger th' bad feelin's for."
"Yer serious. Y' want me t' fly out after th' Jaegers."
"Yep."
"I, uh, kinda get airsick."
Chuck blinks. "How'd y' make it through the simulated drops at th' Academy?"
"Benadryl."
"Got some handy?"
"Uh, no?"
"Too bad. Yer comin' with me." She grabs his arm and tows him toward the hangar.
"Marshal's orders."
Derek blinks. Nods when Chuck nudges his foot.
=DISENGAGING TRANSPORT=
Sharp vibration.
Weightless.
Resonant thud, knees bend to absorb shock.
Engines rattle as /Echo straightens.
=ECHO SABER IN POSITION TEN MIL
E LINE BEACON IS ON=
Small vibration.
=STRIKER EUREKA IN POSITION TEN
_MILE LINE BEACONS ON=
Scan horizon. No Kaiju. Good.
/Striker at nine o'clock. Better.
Push through knee-deep water. Muddy bottom sucking at feet.
A slog. Great.
=VULCAN SPECTER IN POSITION MIR
ACLE MILE BEACONS ON=
=HOLD POSITIONS RANGERS KAIJUS_
ABOUT TWENTY MINUTES OUT=
=GROUNDS SLIMY OUT HERE LOCCENT
_LOOKING FOR SOME PLACE MORE S
OLID TO STAND=
=COPY STRIKER DONT GO TOO FAR Y
OU FEELING THE SAME THING ECHO=
=AFFIRMATIVE LOCCENT SEARCHING_
FOR BETTER FOOTING=
=REALLY LOOKS LIKE YOUR GONNA N
EED IT RANGERS THIS THING IS T
URNING ON DIMES AND GIVING BAC
K CHANGE=
Agile and swimming.
Water to mid-thigh and mud.
Advantage: Kaiju.
Set teeth. Scan horizon.
=WE SEE IT LOCCENT=
=WELL WE SEE THE ROOSTER TAIL I
TS THROWING UP ITS STILL SUBME
RGED=
=CLOSE ENOUGH=
=ESTIMATE CONTACT IN TWO MINUTE
S=
=HOWS THE FOOTING=
=AWFUL WHEEL HAVE TO MAKE THE B
EST OF IT=
See the wake two o'clock. Wait for it to surface.
Wake vanishes.
=ITS DIVING LOOK SHARP ECHO=
Pivot. Left foot slips. Square up.
=ON YOUR LEFT STRIKER=
Kaiju bursts from water--long, lean, long jaws, tiny forelimbs, spines lined up on side above mid- and back legs, nightmare version of a Chinese dragon--swipes /Striker's back. Sparks fly. Dives. Disappears.
=JESUS ITS FAST=
=MAYBE YOUR JUST SLOW CHUCKLES=
=SHUT IT LOGAN=
Roll eyes.
=ON YOUR SIX ECHO=
Shuddering vibration, sharp pain in back. Pivot fast. Left foot slips, down on knee. Straighten fast, engines rattling.
Burn across right arm. Grit teeth. Snap arm down, extend right-hand blade.
Too soon.
Upsets balance. Make the best of it.
There! /Striker's three.
=STRIKER THREE O'CLOCK=
Kaiju. Claws. Swipe. Sparks. Dives. Disappears.
Piece of bicep armor floats down.
=ECHO RIGHT=
Impact to ribs. Slide sideways, down onto elbow, scramble for footing.
Pressure holding you down, claws scraping along side, burning. Conn-pod goes under.
Swing blade. Kaiju dodges, lets go, dives, disappears.
Engines rattle as you straighten again.
=YOU O KAY ECHO=
=FINE BEHIND YOU=
=DAMMIT=
/Striker spins, takes the blow on the chest. Sparks. Deep gouges in armor.
Kaiju dives, disappears.
Main HUD shows heavy damage to your left side armor and back.
/Striker looks the same.
It's taking you apart.
One answer.
=WHERES THE BASTARD=
=STRIKER MOVEMENT ON YOUR LEFT=
Kaiju. Claws. Swipe. Sparks. Dives. Disappears.
Four more gouges in chest armor.
=ECHO ITS ON YOUR SIX=
Pivot hard. Drag Kita with you.
=VOSS WATAR YOU DOING=
Kaiju head on. Lots of teeth.
NOW.
Strike out with left hand, grab forelimb, ratchet fingers closed tight, dig in heels.
Hold on.
Kaiju lunges, thrashes, twists.
Grind teeth.
Hold on.
=KITA HELP HIM=
Right arm's flailing, can't help, need everything to hold. Let Kita handle it.
Hold on.
Arm's screaming.
Kaiju's trying to tear free.
Shoulder's burning.
Hold on.
=HOLD ON HOLD ON ECHO WEIR COMI
NG=
/Striker lurches into view, blades out.
Blue flies.
Kaiju thrashes.
Damage indicators flash.
Fingers numb.
Arm's on fire.
Hold on.
Close eyes.
Hold on.
Breathe.
Kaiju thrashes. Weaker.
Thank god.
Hold on.
Breathe.
Dead weight.
Is that the Kaiju or your arm?
Must be the Kaiju, arm's burning.
Pry open eyes.
=KAIJUS DOWN LOCCENT=
Thank god.
Main HUD's a mess of red.
Try to relax grip.
Fingers respond. Maybe; can't feel. Seems to be less dead weight.
Exhale. Shaky.
Deep breath.
=VOSS VOSS ARE YOU HURT ANSWER_
ME=
Nod.
Point to shoulder.
Test fingers.
=LOCCENT VOSS IS INJURED REQUES
T EXPEDITED RETRIEVAL=
More fire, no motion.
=COPY ECHO EXTRACTION TEAM GETT
ING INTO POSITION RIGHT NOW=
Grit teeth.
Try again.
No change.
Deep breath.
Deep breath.
In.
Out.
=KITA WHATS WRONG WITH IM=
=SHOULDER I DONT THINK HE CAN MOVE HIS ARM=
=SHIT=
=ECHO WELL BE THERE IN FIVE MINUTES KITA HOWRE YOU=
=FINE MAYBE SOME BRUISES=
=STRIKER=
=UNHURT=
==Hold==
31 January 2022
=<CO>DISENGAGING TRANSPORT=
Sharp vibration.
Weightless.
Resonant thud, knees bend to absorb shock.
Engines rattle as you straighten.
=<CO>ECHO SABER IN POSITION TEN MIL
=<CO>E LINE BEACON IS ON
Small vibration.
=<SE1>STRIKER EUREKA IN POSITION TEN
=<SE1> MILE LINE BEACONS ON
Scan horizon. No Kaiju. Good.
Check tracking. No Kaiju. Good.
/Striker at nine o'clock. Better.
Push through knee-deep water. Muddy bottom sucks at feet.
A slog. Great.
=VULCAN SPECTER IN POSITION MIR
ACLE MILE BEACONS ON=
=HOLD POSITIONS RANGERS KaijuS_
ABOUT TWENTY MINUTES OUT=
=GROUNDS SLIMY OUT HERE LOCCENT
_LOOKING FOR SOME PLACE MORE S
OLID TO STAND=
=COPY STRIKER DONT GO TOO FAR Y
OU FEELING THE SAME THING ECHO=
=AFFIRMATIVE LOCCENT SEARCHING_
FOR BETTER FOOTING=
=REALLY LOOKS LIKE YOUR GONNA N
EED IT RANGERS THIS THING IS T
URNING ON DIMES AND GIVING BAC
K CHANGE=
Agile and swimming.
Water to mid-thigh and mud. 
Advantage: Kaiju.
Set teeth. Scan horizon.
=WE SEE IT LOCCENT=
Check scanning. Three o'clock. 
Turn to face it.
=ESTIMATE CONTACT IN TWO MINUTE
S=
=HOUSE THE FOOTING=
=AWFUL WHEEL HAVE TO MAKE THE B
EST OF IT=
See the wake twelve o'clock. Wait for it to surface.
Wake vanishes.
Bad.
=ITS DIVING LOOK SHARP ECHO=
=ELEVEN=
Pivot. Left foot slips. Square up.
=ON YOUR LEFT STRIKER=
Kaiju bursts from water--long, lean, long jaws, tiny forelimbs, spines lined up on side above mid- and back legs, nightmare version of a Chinese dragon--swipes /Striker's back.
Sparks fly.
Dives. Disappears.
=JESUS ITS FAST=
=MAYBE YOUR JUST SLOW CHUCKLES=
=SHUT IT LOGAN=
Roll eyes.
=ON YOUR SIX ECHO=
Shuddering vibration, sharp pain in back.
Pivot fast. Left foot slips again, down on knee. Straighten fast, engines rattling.
Burn across right arm. Grit teeth.
Yank arm back.
Pull some teeth with it.
Blade's disabled, forearm aches.
There! /Striker's three.
=STRIKER THREE O'CLOCK=
Kaiju. Claws. Swipe. Sparks. Dives. Disappears.
Piece of bicep armor floats down.
=ECHO RIGHT=
Impact to ribs.
Slide sideways, fall down onto elbow, scramble for footing. 
Pressure holds you down, claws scrape along side, burns.
Conn-pod goes under.
Strike out.
Kaiju dodges, lets go, dives, disappears.
=LOCCENT WEIR MOVING UP TO HELP=
=NO VULCAN HOLD YOUR POSITION=
Engines rattle as you stand again.
Water sloshes across the floor of the Conn-pod.
No alarm. Must not be too bad.
=YOU O KAY ECHO=
=FINE BEHIND YOU=
=DAMMIT=
/Striker spins, takes the blow on the chest. Sparks. Deep gouges in armor.
Kaiju dives, disappears.
Main HUD shows heavy damage to your left side armor, right forearm, and back.
/Striker looks the same.
It's taking you apart.
=WHERES THE FUCKER=
=STRIKER MOVEMENT ON YOUR LEFT=
Kaiju. Claws. Swipe. Sparks. Dives. Disappears.
Four more gouges in chest armor.
=ECHO ITS ON YOUR SIX=
Pivot hard. Drag Kita with you.
Kaiju head on. Lots of teeth.
Strike out with left hand, grab Kaiju's forelimb, ratchet fingers closed tight, dig in heels.
Hold on.
Kaiju lunges, thrashes, twists, bashes head against your chest, nearly knocks the air from your lungs.
Grind teeth.
Hold on.
=GET YOUR OTHER HAND ON IT=
=WEIR TRYING=
Leave the right arm to Kita. Takes everything to keep grip with left.
Claws scrabble against your arm and chest, armor separates.
=LOCCENT FUCK THIS WEIR MOVING 
UP=
=YOU STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE J
ONES=
Hold on.
Arm's screaming.
Kaiju's trying to tear free.
Shoulder's burning.
Hold on.
=HOLD ON HOLD ON ECHO WEIR COMI
NG=
/Striker lurches into view, blades out.
Blue flies.
Kaiju thrashes.
Damage indicators flash.
Left shoulder--your shoulder.
Fingers numb.
Arm's on fire.
Hold on.
Damage indicators flash.
Left arm's red from the shoulder.
Close eyes.
Hold on.
Breathe.
Kaiju thrashes. Weaker.
Thank god.
Hold on.
Breathe.
Dead weight.
Is that the Kaiju or your arm?
Must be the Kaiju, arm's burning.
Pry open eyes.
=KaijuS DOWN LOCCENT=
Thank god.
Main HUD's a mess of red.
Back, chest, right forearm, entire left arm--your arm.
Try to relax grip.
Fingers respond.
Maybe; can't feel.
Seems to be less dead weight.
=ECHO YOUR LEFT ARM LOOKS REAL_
BAD YOUVE GOT SPARKS AT THE SH
OULDER YOU TWO O KAY=
=IME SORE BUT FINE=
Exhale. Shaky.
Deep breath.
=VOSS VOSS ARE YOU HURT ANSWER_
ME=
Nod.
Point to shoulder.
Test fingers.
=LOCCENT VOSS IS INJURED REQUES
T EXPEDITED RETRIEVAL=
More fire, no motion.
=COPY ECHO EXTRACTION TEAM GETT
ING INTO POSITION RIGHT NOW=
Grit teeth.
Try again.
No change.
Light-headed.
Deep breath.
Deep breath.
In.
Out.
==Glorious==
31 January 2022; Melbourne, VIC, Australia
=<SYS>NEURAL HANDSHAKE TERMINATED
Left arm still won't move. Fumble with the helmet clips right-handed.
Hand's smacked away. 
Helmet's yanked off.
Chuck. Angry Chuck. Very angry Chuck.
Beam. Wave right-handed.
"Idiot! What were you thinking?!" Draws her lips into thin lines.
Left hand aches. Grit teeth.
"Derek!" she hollers. Eyes swing back. "If you're permanently damaged Lightcap'll kill us both."
Shake head. Tap temple.
"Good point. She only wants your brain." Bites her lip. Hears something. [Still facing you, "Get] over here and help me!"
Blink. Refocus. Wave to Derek. Beam.
He waves a wrench-wielding hand. Looks a little ill.
"Now hold still so we can get you outta there."
Thumb up.
Chuck glares, starts on the bolts.
Close eyes. Breathe deep.
Tap on the nose.
"We're moving you now. Hang tight."
Nod.
Swaying. A jerk. Spinning.
Chuck swims into view. As does the Conn-pod ceiling. "I'm gonna pry the pauldron off. I ... I don't know what's gonna come with it."
Nod. Brace for it.
A wash of fire.
A tide of cool air.
The burn sets back in.
"Oh. /Shit. Medic!"
::Bad?::
"Glorious."
Crane neck.
Circuitry suit melted to underarmour melted to armor.
Not good.
Contact lines burned into skin.
/Really not good.
Shoulder's purple. Wrong shape, too.
No /wonder it hurts so much.
Try the left hand again. No better.
"Hold still dammit."
A sharp prick.
Glare at medic.
Chuck's yelling.
So's the medic.
Arm's numb.
Cool.
Close eyes.
Jostling.
Open eyes.
Looks like a chopper.
Whumping.
Definitely a chopper.
Turn head.
Definitely Derek being sick.
Head's turned.
Definitely Chuck. Her colour's not so good.
Wave, smile reassuringly.
"Stop moving or I'll tape your hand to the floor."
Thumb up.
"Oh for god's sake—"
Close eyes.
Let engine thrum lull you to sleep.
==Diagnosis==
31 January 2022; Melbourne, VIC, Australia
Chuck's ignoring her mug of coffee [in favour of her braid and worrying it with her fingers.
Derek slouches into the waiting area, still a little green, "y' get airsick, too?"
Chuck lets go of her braid. "No?"]
"Oh, uh, thought you—in the chopper, kinda funny-coloured—I mean grey-ish."
"'cause my Ranger was in pieces on the floor?"
Derek's green deepens.
[Chuck forces herself to be calm, offers, "I heard] peppermint tea helps nausea?"
"'ll try that next time, thanks."
"I would try it now, personally."
"Uh, okay. Um, any ideas—" He swallows. "—where?"
["Canteen?"] Clutching her braid again. "I'm not leaving."
"Oh, right." Derek nods, swallows. "I don't think I can walk that far. Not without throwing up, at least."
Chuck snorts.
The waiting room door bangs open.
"Where is he?!" yells [Ducky.
Chuck doesn't even glance his way. "Exam room."]
"What happened?"
"Wrecked his shoulder, looks like." Twists her hair. "Couldn't move his left hand, either. Ugly."
"Jesus. What was he thinking?!"
"No clue, Ducky. Couldn't really tell me, ay?"
"Jesus." Chuck flops into the chair next to Chuck.
"Where's your dad?"
"After-action debrief."
"Shouldn't you be there?"
Waves it off.
"Officer Darling?"
Chuck leaps to her feet.
"Come with me, please."
"Why'd you get to go?"
"Squire's privilege," she tosses over her shoulder.
Chuck scowls, slumps farther into his chair, and looks over at Derek.
His Squire gulps. "I, uh, think she's next-of-kin when Pietr's in the field."
Chuck glares after them, down the horribly empty hall.
.
Chuck slips in around the door.
"You've got ten minutes," says the orderly.
"Thanks," Chuck replies absently.
Pietr waves sleepily.
Wrong to see him surrounded by white, curls still flat from the helmet.
"Doctor's finished poking you?"
::Yea ... they're done wi'me.::
"You're drugged to the gills."
::Yea ....::
"Better than hurting."
::Defen— ... yea ....:: He blinks slowly. Tugs Chuck's sleeve. Wiggles his right fingers.
"What're you—?"
He gestures floppily to Chuck's neck.
"You want your ring back."
Pietr manages a sleepy beam.
"I dunno ... Don't think they like jewelry in these places."
Pietr's eyes go [puppy-like.]
Chuck sighs, lifts the chain off her neck, unthreads the ring. "Don't you dare move. Let me do this for you."
He nods.
She coaxes the ring onto his finger, moving his hand as little as possible.
He grabs her hand as she pulls it back, brings it to his lips, gives it a peck. Beams, 'thanks'. Relaxes deeper into the pillows.
"Go to sleep, Pietr." She touches his hair except—
Pietr tilts into her hand.
Chuck pats his head.
He sighs and closes his eyes.
Chuck smiles, shakes her head. "I didn't know you could slur sign language."
.
Two steps into the waiting area, Chuck's surrounded by Team Striker.
"Our turn yet?" demands Chuck.
["They'll let you in to see him later. He's dead asleep—" 
Ducky and Herc flinch
"—anyway." She shuffles papers, continues flatly. "He's got lacerations and second degree burns from the circuitry suit on his shoulder, back, and upper arm——they'll scar—and first degree burns all the way t' his fingertips. Shoulder's dislocated, lotsa subdermal bleeding, and they've booked him this evening for surgery 'cause most of the ligaments in there are shredded. He'll be outta action at least four months and there's no guarantee he'll ever be a hundred percent again."
Herc studies the floor.
Derek swallows.
"You're making that up."
"Course I am."
"H—"
"Let her talk," says Herc.
"The doc thinks we can move him to the Shatterdome by tomorrow night at the latest."
"Can't /believe he did something that /stupid," Chuck grumbles. "Grabbing a Kaiju one-handed like that."
Chuck stuffs away the folder "That thing would've dissected you if he hadn't."
"We were doing /just /fine."
Herc shrugs. "One of us was gonna have to do what he did. He had the first shot and took it."
Chuck nods quickly, braid swinging.
Ducky crosses his arms, sniffs. Lets his shoulders slump. "It shouldn't end like this for him ...."
"It's not ending," says Chuck. "Worst case? He gets to go /home. For good." Sneers, "Not that you'd know anything about that."]
"Not that you would, either."
"So what?" Chuck stares at him. "Pietr does."
== Glorious II ==
(Once they're back in Sydney)
"Wouldn't be so bad if yer Jaeger wasn't so slow," growls Chuck. 
Logan puffs up. "Wouldn't be so bad if you weren't a scawed wittle sprog."
"Scared little sprog that still got the job done," snarls Chuck. "The thing would swim circles around ye." 
"Jackson!"
"Wha?"
Logan throws his hands in the air and storms off. 
(or Chuck says something about Logan needing Jackson to fight his battles/not the only one with a youth affect, Logan makes frustrated sounds at Jackson "AGAIN?! Keep that outta my head!", Chuck's like "Wha...?" and the whole time Jackson's thinking "She's so cool!")
==Ugly Hope==
Ugly hope. "Please please please let him be hurt bad enough to stay home please please please!" 
Hmmmmmm..... Hmmmm...... Does he go back home to recover or does Caitlin snap him up? I have very awful, feelsy thoughts. Also somewhat amusing thoughts. Mostly awful though.
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