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Will couldn’t explain his own nervousness as he stepped out the back door, across his simple lawn. His children had come to him many times, perturbed by the animals they encountered in the woods behind the house. He would follow, stepping away from his easel, and explain. “That deer isn’t dying, that’s just part of how his horns grow back in. This frog is fine, the tail means she’s in between being a tadpole and a frog.”
Each explanation had satisfied them, and he had been able to return to work, letting them play in the yard where he could keep an eye on them. But he’d never heard a note of terror like this in their voices. Worry, yes, curiosity, yes. But Yvette shook so hard he couldn’t keep his arms around her, and barely spoke in a whisper as tears streamed down her cheek. Gregor had felt cold to the touch, fingers clenched into little fists.
Will had gone out to see this “Devil bird” that had terrified them, feeling a little foolish for being afraid in the daylight. Overcast daylight, to be sure, but daylight none the less. Just a bird. He could see the tree they had said it was perching on from here, a tall giant with a leafless crown. Despite his heavy jacket, he shuddered, not from the chill, oddly quiet air. Something was unsettling him. His feet crunched in the frost covered grass as he rounded the tree. There it was, a little sparrow sitting on a branch. Nothing to fear.
The bird turned it’s head, cocking it at him as he studied it. The children had seen plenty of sparrows, and he didn’t see why this one had startled them so. He took a step closer, to get a better look. The bird croaked at him, not the tweeting note he expected, but a harsh organic sound. It shuddered, the feathers of it’s breast puffing as it choked and shifted from foot to foot. He reached towards it, and the head snapped up, beak opening to release plumes of smoke.
Will swore, jerking back as it twitched madly on the branch, the smoke condensing, settling down around it in thick strands. Its dark eye seemed to fog over from within, covered in grey and red. He felt his gorge rising as the beak began to rip, the first of eight legs starting to poke out of the newly torn hole in the world…
[22:57] <Ragazzo> Cole smashes the crap out of both coffee machines in the cafeteria with a folding chair. Not really. He's actually eating a cookie.
[23:08] * Ragazzo (ten.llebcap.ac2tks.lsd.363A86E6-CRInys|tibbiM#ten.llebcap.ac2tks.lsd.363A86E6-CRInys|tibbiM) Quit (Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client)
[23:10] * Doctor_Light sits in Alex's chair, examining the variety of controls under the director's desk.
[23:11] <Doc_Burns> There's a knock on the door.
[23:11] <MisterFlames> Considering this was Bright's desk before Alex's, there's no doubt some controls of an… unsavory nature.
[23:11] <Doctor_Light> "Come in."
[23:11] <Doc_Burns> Harley enters. "Hello Sophia."
[23:13] <Doctor_Light> "Oh, hello, Harley." She straightens up. "How now?"
[23:13] <Doc_Burns> "Oh, same as I've been. I heard you were site director for the day."
[23:13] <Doc_Burns> Harley walks over, to stand in front of the desk.
[23:16] <Doctor_Light> "Yeah- two days, actually. Did you know there's a button on this desk that will light whoever's in that chair-" she points to a chair- "on fire? They just go up in flames." There's a very faint lingering smell of burning newspaper.
[23:17] <Doc_Burns> "Hah. Useful. Oh, speaking of the circuitry behind that desk…"
[23:17] <Doc_Burns> Harley circles around.
[23:18] <Doctor_Light> "This is the extinguisher, this must be the button that blows people up- what's up?" She spins around.
[23:18] <Doc_Burns> "There's so many gadgets. One wonders what they do with all of them. But, Sophia, that isn't why I'm here. I have a question for you."
[23:19] <Doctor_Light> "Shoot."
[23:20] <Laito> "Why do we need this many types of milk?" Alex is staring ruefully into the glass door of a beverage refrigerator in the cafeteria.
[23:20] <Doc_Burns> "Sophia… How well do you know Alex?"
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[23:20] <Doctor_Light> "Uh… Pretty well, I suppose…"
[23:21] <Doc_Burns> "Do you trust him? Do you believe he would never work against your best interests?" There's something unreadable in Harley's eyes..
[23:21] <&Heiden> "I d-don't know, s-s-s-" the behemoth of a man sighs and pauses a moment to catch up to himself. "sir."
[23:21] * Heiden is now known as Whitfield
[23:22] <&Whitfield> Caleb's just getting some tea.
[23:22] <Laito> They're probably looking for him now. The 'replacement psychologists'. Bunch of weak-minded hacks.
[23:23] <Doctor_Light> "I… I would like to believe that he wouldn't."
[23:23] <Doc_Burns> "Sophia… I think… I think that you are wrong in that belief."
[23:23] <Doc_Burns> Harley reaches over, and presses a button behind the desk.
[23:24] <Ragazzo> Cole walks into the cafeteria and grabs a bagel. He sits down at a table.
[23:24] <Doctor_Light> "Wh-"
[23:24] <Doc_Burns> There's a dull, wet sound. And he coughs. Once. Blood and meat spray from his mouth.
[23:24] <Doc_Burns> Harley falls to his knees.
[23:24] * TheRaven (~PI.C3683202.FFFFB1C1.FDBC6CA6|alliztahc#PI.C3683202.FFFFB1C1.FDBC6CA6|alliztahc) Quit (Quit: Antennas to Heaven)
[23:25] <Doc_Burns> He looks up at her, and smiles one last time. The light goes out from behind his eyes.
[23:25] <Doc_Burns> Jean LeRoyce is dead.
[23:25] <Doctor_Light> Light inhales quickly. It sounds like a hiccup.
[23:26] <Laito> "Fucking skim milk. Who thought /that/ was a good idea, huh?"
[23:26] <Ragazzo> Cole nods sympathetically. "I can't stand the stuff."
[23:26] <Doctor_Light> This seems so damn familar. She bends down- there's blood and meat all over her face- and grabs his head, checking his breath and pulse. Yup, that's dead.
[23:27] * Bright is now known as O5-6
[23:28] <&O5-6> "Why do they always want to make a scene? Always, always with the drama." Says the shadowy figure on the view screen behind Lights desk.
[23:29] <Lilah> Fox wanders into the cafeteria, hands in her pockets.
[23:29] <Doctor_Light> "Ah-" She /jumps/ and spins around on the chair quick. "Was he- uh- supposed to do that?"
[23:30] <&O5-6> "It's generally what happens when you have a bomb in your stomach and insist on setting it off. I wonder how he knew which one it was?"
[23:30] <Ragazzo> Cole nods to Fox as she enters. "Hey there."
[23:30] <Laito> Harley must have seen Alex tap the button when he was issuing threats.
[23:31] <Doc_Burns> Indeed!
[23:31] <Lilah> "Hey." She raises a hand with a wave and spots Alex, "Hey Mr. Laito."
[23:32] <Laito> Alex waves a hand.
[23:32] * Doctor_Light winces. "To be fair, I didn't know he had a bomb in his chest…"
[23:35] <&O5-6> "It's not generally something people advertise."
[23:35] <Ragazzo> "How's it going?" Cole asks fox, and nibbles his bagel.
[23:36] <Doctor_Light> "Right, sir."
[23:37] <&O5-6> "But, if you're done with that, I need a team."
[23:38] <Doctor_Light> She looks up. "…Yes?"
[23:38] <&O5-6> "We've lost several agents to a town in the midwest, one Sansdale."
[23:39] <Doctor_Light> "…Okay, under what circumstances?"
[23:39] <Lilah> Fox goes and starts to make herself a tea.
[23:40] <Ragazzo> Cole shrugs at being totally shunned and takes another bite of his bagel.
[23:41] <&O5-6> "We lost contact with our agent in the town. We sent two agents in to check on him, both vanished. We sent in a team…gone."
[23:43] <Doctor_Light> "And do we have any assurance that another team will not vanish?"
[23:43] <Lilah> She's looking a bit tired. Can you blame her?
[23:43] <Ragazzo> He can't and doesn't. Everyone has off days.
[23:44] <&O5-6> "Teams from your sight have a tendency to sucede where others have failed."
[23:45] * Laito lightly thumps his fist against the fridge, which resounds a slight DHONK against the thick plastic casing.
[23:45] <Doctor_Light> "…Alright, when do you want it by?"
[23:45] <&O5-6> "I need them… well, now, perferabbly."
[23:46] <Ragazzo> Cole blinks looking over at the 'dhonk' noise and asks after a while. "Is everything all right sir?"
[23:48] <Laito> "Who really knows anymore,
[23:48] <Laito> " he mutters.
[23:48] <Lilah> Fox is spooked and looks over. blink blink.
[23:49] <Ragazzo> "Did…did something happen recently sir?" Cole asks hesitantly.
[23:50] <Doctor_Light> "Okay, what about… Cole, Li, and Hays?"
[23:51] <&O5-6> "That will work. I hope."
[23:51] <Laito> Alex is silent. He looks at his watch, stares at it, blinks, then turns on his heel and walks briskly for the door. "None of you saw me." And he vanishes into the hall.
[23:51] <Doc_Burns> A portly, balding man rushes in a few seconds later. He mops his brow. "Excuse me, but, have any of you seen Doctor Laito?"
[23:51] <Ragazzo> "Er…right then." Cole sighs and scratches his cheek.
[23:53] <Ragazzo> "…" Cole remains silent, laito /is/ site director, and he doesn't know who this guy is either.
[23:53] * Doc_Burns is now known as Agent_Mason
[23:53] <Lilah> Fox blinks, "Nope."
[23:55] <Doctor_Light> "As do I. Mm… Also Mason and Mackay seem to be free."
[23:55] <&O5-6> "Send them to the copter, I'll give them a briefing on the way."
[23:56] <Agent_Mason> "Ah. Damn. Well, if you see him, tell him he's late for his appointment."
[23:56] <Agent_Mason> The balding man dashes back out again.
[23:56] * Agent_Mason sits in his room and stares at the wall.
[23:57] <Doctor_Light> "Right." She pulls out her phone- carefully, as to avoid getting blood on it- and turns it on to loudspeaker mode. "Would agents Mason, Hays, Li, and doctors Mackay and Cole please report to landing pad #307ale ."
[23:57] * Laito is now known as Li
[23:57] <Doctor_Light> Also anyone I missed, but I think that's it.
[23:58] <Ragazzo> Cole goes a bit surprised, but pauses at his room to grab his nightstick and a medkit, just to be on the safe side.
[23:58] * Ragazzo is now known as Cole
[23:59] * Cole (ten.llebcap.ac2tks.lsd.363A86E6-CRInys|tibbiM#ten.llebcap.ac2tks.lsd.363A86E6-CRInys|tibbiM) has left #scpactiveduty
[00:01] * Doctor_Light stares at the body in the room for a few seconds more, then calls a cleaning crew.
[00:02] * Agent_Mason gets to his feet. He quickly assembles his gear and heads to the landing pad.
[00:02] <Li> The heinous Corpse Brigade probably makes asses of themselves as they clean poor Harley's body.
[20:11] <Laito> Glasgow gets a summons.
03[20:13] * Harley|Watersports is now known as Harley_Glasgow
06[20:13] * Harley_Glasgow ANSWERS the SUMMONS.
06[20:13] * Harley_Glasgow heads to Bright's office.
[20:13] <Metaphorphosis> Stephens sits in the cafeteria contemplating the cieling
[20:14] <Laito> The door to the Director's office is slightly ajar when Harley arrives.
06[20:14] * Harley_Glasgow peers in.
[20:14] <MisterFlames> MacKay is nearby Mann, doing a bit of his own research.
[20:15] <Laito> Harley might have seen it before - the huge lavish office Bright enjoys. The large desk hair is turned around, obscuring the Director sitting in it. It's so very ominous.
01[20:16] <Harley_Glasgow> "…Sir?"
[20:16] <Laito> chair rather
[20:16] <Laito> "Come in." The voice is muffled. Jakc probably has a new body or something…
03[20:17] * lilah is now known as Ashton_Fox
06[20:17] * Ashton_Fox slips into the cafeteria, wearing some glasses. She's looking for tea.
06[20:18] * Harley_Glasgow walks in. He closes the door behind him.
01[20:18] <Harley_Glasgow> "Doctor Bright, you wanted to see me?"
[20:19] <Laito> "Yesss…. Hellooo…" The chair turns around, revealing Laito! "… Jean.." He appears to be stroking an orange kitten in his arms, and appears very much like a Bond-villain.
06[20:20] * Harley_Glasgow opens his mouth, and like goddamn magic, you can SEE the realization float across his face. No one sits in Bright's chair. But the site has been in a tizzy for the last few days. Which means… Oh man. Laito should be savoring this moment. He looks like he just got hit with a brick to the back of the head.
06[20:21] * Laito savors it. He savors it /hard/. "Have a seat, Jean."
06[20:22] * Harley_Glasgow sits. His mouth shuts with an audible -click-. WELL PLAYED SIR.
03[20:22] * Sorts is now known as Dr_Sorts
[20:22] <Laito> "We have things to discuss."
06[20:22] * Dr_Sorts shuffles into the cafeteria, a sandwich hanging from his mouth already, his arms full of folders and his laptop.
03[20:22] * Metaphorphosis is now known as Stephens
01[20:22] <Harley_Glasgow> "I…can see that."
06[20:23] * Stephens rolls her head to the side and surveys Fox "……hello"
06[20:24] * Dr_Sorts finds a place to sit in a corner, typing away furiously while chewing on his lunch.
06[20:24] * Laito smiles at Harley. There are depths of menace that cannot be described. Harley… there's something wrong with the window.. The big, wide window behind Alex that looks over parts of the site, and out into Australia… the sky… something is wrong.
06[20:24] * Harley_Glasgow looks.
[20:26] <Ashton_Fox> Fox is sipping at a tea in a paper cup, and she blinks, looking at Stephens. "Oh, Hey there."
[20:27] <Stephens> "……." stares back at the cieling "so who are you, then?"
06[20:27] * Harley_Glasgow looks away. Hm. Must have been his imagination.
[20:28] <Ashton_Fox> She tugs on her hair a bit, "Ashton Fox. Demolitions. Uh… Nice to meet you, yeah? What
[20:28] <Ashton_Fox> What's your name?"
[20:29] <Laito> "So much hate inside you, Jean. I can /smell/ it."
01[20:29] <Harley_Glasgow> "Pardon?"
[20:31] <Laito> "Do you remember the last person you killed?"
[20:31] <Laito> That cloud out there looks funny…
06[20:31] * Harley_Glasgow blinks. This is a VERY uncomfortable situation.
[20:31] <Doctor_Light> [Almost like a class-A amnesiac!]
01[20:32] <Harley_Glasgow> "Personally? Or indirectly?"
[20:32] <Stephens> "Agent Angela Stephens. new recruit or transfer?""
[20:32] <Laito> "Personally."
[20:33] <Ashton_Fox> "New Recruit." She stuffs her hands in her pockets, "Good to meet you."
[20:33] <Ashton_Fox> The paper cup is sitting on the table, the hot liquid steaming away…
01[20:33] <Harley_Glasgow> "No."
01[20:33] <Harley_Glasgow> "I don't.
01[20:33] <Harley_Glasgow> "
03[20:33] * Laito (PI.81143347.71C7D1F6.2F04B2AF|tibbiM#PI.81143347.71C7D1F6.2F04B2AF|tibbiM) has left #scpactiveduty
03[20:34] * Laito (PI.81143347.71C7D1F6.2F04B2AF|tibbiM#PI.81143347.71C7D1F6.2F04B2AF|tibbiM) has joined #scpactiveduty
[20:34] <Stephens> "you know there are mugs just over there…" points to a wall with mugs hanging on hooks
01[20:34] <Harley_Glasgow> "They weren't important enough to remember."
[20:35] <Laito> Wrong answer. "What tells you to, jean? The monsters? Voices? Or do you just like to..?"
[20:36] <Ashton_Fox> "Ah, yeah, well, things tend to disappear in my room, since it's kind of a mess." She dryly chuckles.
01[20:38] <Harley_Glasgow> "By and by large, it is because it is required by the sitation. My instintcs tell me to."
01[20:38] <Harley_Glasgow> *instincts
[20:38] <Ashton_Fox> "You seem pretty laid-back." She comments.
[20:41] <Stephens> "uh…yeah i guess so…maybe. i dunno. probably. you don't"
06[20:41] * Laito nods. "Do you enjoy it?"
01[20:42] <Harley_Glasgow> "Sometimes."
[20:42] <Laito> "Why."
06[20:42] * Harley_Glasgow pauses. Time to pick his words carefully.
[20:43] <Laito> Laito's stare starts to burrow into Harley's soul…
[20:43] <Ashton_Fox> "Me?" She blinks, and thinks about it…
01[20:43] <Harley_Glasgow> "Because it's a small measure of control in an otherwise uncontrollable world."
06[20:43] * Harley_Glasgow has chosen poorly.
[20:43] <Stephens> "well, you're pretty fidgety"
[20:43] <Laito> "I respect that greatly."
06[20:43] * Stephens shrugs
06[20:44] * Laito smiles unexpectedly.
06[20:44] * Harley_Glasgow is taken aback.
01[20:44] <Harley_Glasgow> "You do?"
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[20:45] <Laito> "Absolutely. I know what it is to struggle. Believe me…"
[20:46] <Laito> "However." Alex touches a button on the desk, and a metal rod shoots out of the front of it, stabbing Harley in the belly.
[20:47] <Laito> It recedes into the desk nearly as quickly as it appeared.
01[20:47] <Harley_Glasgow> "Hnk."
[20:47] <Laito> "The bombs in your room are a problem."
[20:47] <Ashton_Fox> "I never thought I was. Maybe I am." She blinks and shrugs, taking her tea and sipping it…
01[20:48] <Harley_Glasgow> "Wh-what…"
[20:48] <Stephens> "maybe not. demolitions kids always seem to be a little twitchier than everyone else, anyway. maybe i'm thinking of you that way. maybe not"
[20:49] <Ashton_Fox> "Well. I feel pretty calm." Sip.
[20:49] <Laito> "I can't trust that the monsters in your vision are going to make you want to run, and detonate half the site. So there's a bomb in your chest now."
01[20:50] <Harley_Glasgow> "A bomb?"
06[20:50] * Harley_Glasgow is asking the obvious questions because Laito just interrupted a slow, intricate waltz with stab to the gut. HE'S THROWN A LITTLE.
[20:52] <Laito> "A tiny one." Alex holds up a sophisticated looking remote detonator. "I'll be watching you. If anything goes wrong on site that smells like you, I'm going to make your heart explode." Smile.
[20:52] <Laito> "Understand?"
01[20:53] <Harley_Glasgow> "…Perfectly."
[20:53] <Laito> "Run along now, ya lil' scamp."
06[20:54] * Harley_Glasgow gets up and leaves. He doesn't turn his back on Laito at any point. +1 for Laito. That prick.
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| An example of SCP-XXX. Bound from a housewife forced to [REDACTED]. |
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Item #: SCP-XXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXX is to be contained inside a locked steel case inside a vault. Any examples of SCP-XXX found outside of Foundation containment are to be brought to SCP-XXX's containment and placed alongside it, and later labeled with the personality contained within. Under no circumstances are SCP-XXX or any copies of SCP-XXX to be touched by non-approved personnel. In the event that a non-approved subject touches an example of SCP-XXX, they are to be brought to Dr.██████ for testing, or terminated in the event that they are exposed to one of the more dangerous personalities.
Description: SCP-XXX is a collection of multiple copies of a book entitled [REDACTED], each bound from human skin. Upon contact with human skin, an instance of SCP-XXX appears to transfer a new personality to the person touching SCP-XXX, unique to that copy. All personalities contained in copies of SCP-XXX are insane. The least fragmented personalities claim to have been driven insane by outside forces, which forced them to act in a manner contrary to their personal or moral codes. SCP-XXX has no effect on animals or corpses, but has been used in conjunction with brain-dead individuals to further examine the personalities bound inside. SCP-XXX are almost identical, except for the differing states of the skin used in their creation, and the personality found inside. Research and testing has indicated that the personalities contained in SCP-XXX are people who have been filed as missing persons, starting from ████ ██, ████. The personalities in SCP-XXX have few traits in common, beyond not having criminal records, and all being in good mental and physical health prior to vanishing. DNA testing has confirmed the link between several instances of SCP-XXX and the missing persons in question.
SCP-XXX was recovered by Foundation personnel after a reports of several college students displaying similar psychoses. Each student claimed to be ██████ █████, and attacked various people around the campus. Investigation revealed that SCP-XXX had been placed in the library of the college, but was not in the computer records or the card catalogue. SCP-XXX was believed to be a unique item until another Foundation team recovered another copy, this time at a used book sale in ████, █████. Shortly after the recovery of this copy of SCP-XXX (now referred to as SCP-XXX-2), three more copies were found in libraries across the world. It is believed at this time that SCP-XXX is being used in some sort of campaign, the identity and motivations behind the person or group involved is unknown at this time
Addendum: Tests utilizing Class-D personnel are currently proceeding to determine if SCP-XXX contains information that would indicate who or what is manufacturing them, and to what end.
Atlanta seems nice enough. Most people in the Library say she's a wonderful young woman with a bright future ahead of her. Some of the more cautious ones also note that there's a thick layer of dust left wherever she sits, and that staying in her proximity too long causes headaches. Still, she seems kind, and she really loves nature. Especially mushrooms.
Jessie Cartwright gives lie to her appearance by actually being extremely friendly. She usually greets newbies after they've been shown around, and offers her help if they need it. Of course, she does have a price, and while you may not pay it, someone will certainly have to. The occasional disappearance linked to her, and the fact that she refuses to talk about her mask or what she can do makes people nervous.
Whatever Jessie is, she's dangerous, and the old-timers make sure the newbies know that.
Vinnie and Belsarius are quiet. That's the first thing everyone mentions. They hardly talk, and when they do talk, it's kind of inane, and usually addressed to empty air. Weather, politics, sports. Stuff that has nothing to do with the conversation nearby. The conversation the next day…
Well. That's a different matter entirely. They seem to hang around the Chicago entrance. Despite the fact that one of them has distinctly been heard to say he lives in California.
Ron Whytecleff has trouble letting go. He really does. A failed marriage, kids who never call, and an antiques shop in Miami all seem to weigh heavily on the man. He found the Library in 1993, and tends to use it to identify the weirder objects he's given.
Some people say he's been selling artifacts on the side, to some guy named Marshall. Dangerous business, that.
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Item #: SCP-XXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXX is to be kept in a locked, secured room, approximately 100 meters away from any Foundation personnel. Staff at Site 52 are equipped with devices that measure their distance to SCP-XXX, and warn them if they begin to near SCP-XXX's area of influence. Due to the nature of SCP-XXX, any Foundation personnel above Class-D are not to be allowed into its containment.
Description: SCP-XXX is a caucasian male which appears to be in its early twenties. In reality, SCP-XXX is ██ years old, having been in Foundation custody for █ years. SCP-XXX appears, by all medical and scientific tests, to be physiologically frozen in time. SCP-XXX has not aged while in Foundation custody, nor has it healed or even begun to heal from its wounds. SCP-XXX does not need to eat, drink or sleep, though it has stated it does experience sensations of hunger and thirst. Any liquids or food imbibed by SCP-XXX appear to simply rest in its stomach, and SCP-XXX has reported no abatement of its hunger or thirst. Attempts to medicate SCP-XXX have likewise proven fruitless.
SCP-XXX has a deteriorating effect on the minds of any organism within 75 meters of it. Within 15 minutes of being near SCP-XXX, test subjects began to display decreased cognitive ability, culminating in complete loss of all neural activity. Further tests show this effect extends to all living organisms. Computers and electronics are not effected by SCP-XXX.
SCP-XXX came into Foundation custody after the Foundation received reports of an ER doctor who had a patient that would not heal. Investigation resulted in the capture of SCP-XXX. SCP-XXX later explained in an interview that its abilities had manifested only after it had been involved in a plane crash, which shattered its ribcage and caused spiral fractures in both of its legs. Investigation as to the possibility that SCP-XXX caused the plane crash have been halted. Studies performed on SCP-XXX have determined that even if its condition were to be reversed, its injuries would confine it to a wheelchair for the rest of its life. This information is being withheld from SCP-XXX, so as not to damage the desire to co-operate it has shown so far.