❪ introlog: #6 ❫ city of secrets

[natha]

You've spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Now, the time to put all your survival training into practice has arrived: El Nysa needs you, and you're here to help the planet thrive. Are you ready? THE DESCENT     All refugees on the station are called to the hangar, where a large-scale teleporter awaits. Simply step onto the space between the arrays and wait; everyone will be sent down to the planet together. Before they depart, all refugees will be given a cold weather survival kit with warm clothing, rations, and bedding. The arrays build into a brilliant wash of light, creating a column that travels all the way from Thesa Station to the surface of El Nysa, teleporting the refugees to the planet on an aurora. Once on the planet's surface, refugees receive one last message from Darma. It has been a long, perilous year for you, refugees. And yet we must ask you to brave further peril. Within Nadril are the secrets to how poor Ysverai's revival was hidden from our sight and how this disaster has come to our star. Find the first refugee from beyond this planet, a man named Magda. He will not speak to us, for much has come between us, but to you… If you prove yourselves, he may be willing to answer your questions. We beseech you, for there is a veil over Nadril that hides all within from us. There may yet be more untold dangers waiting to befall this planet. For the good of all who make this world home, we ask you to lend us your aid. There is yet one more favor we would ask of you. In warding off the Storm's encroachment, the physical aspect of ourselves that you call Thesa Station was damaged. We must remain to continue repairs to El Nysa and to deal with Ysverai, but there should be suitable technology within Nadril that could be used for spare parts. If you have the chance to find it and can return it to us, it would hasten— Darma's message crackles with static, another image overlaying hers — her broadcast is cut off and replaced with another. A more sullen and alien voice takes Darma’s place, overlapping on itself in an ominous reveal. It has been a long, perilous year for you, refugees. And yet you’ve only just arrived here. To say I’m not disappointed in your… generation would be to lie, and I am nothing if not an honest creature. But I suppose these have been unusual circumstances. You must ask yourself this — are you only here as Darma's lapdogs? I can assure you, it's not worth being on the Natha's leash. With time, that will be something you'll have to learn for yourself. If you're so determined to come find Nadril, then follow the path north, and you'll find the border. What awaits you is revelation, if you're up to the challenge. A FROZEN LAND     The refugees land on a literally frozen world, both in temperature and time. Curls of icy wind hold swirls of snow aloft and an uncanny silence is broken only by the crunch of hoarfrost underfoot. Only Darma's protection allows the refugees to move through this frozen world — and movement is very necessary. Bitter cold sneaks through even the thickest clothing and without warning, a snowstorm rises: unnaturally quickly, a wall of white howls directly in the refugee's path. Bizarrely, the way back is perfectly calm; it's obvious that this storm is no product of nature. Magda's challenge becomes clear: the only way to Nadril lies through this storm. Visibility within the storm is near zero, the whiteout hiding any landmarks from view and making navigation near impossible. The only guidance refugees have is a sporadic path of faint, greenish lights, easily lost in the raging storm. Refugees need all the survival skills they practiced on Thesa Station to survive, for getting lost alone is a death sentence. Luckily, those separated from the group can happen upon guiding lights Magda has planted throughout the tundra. These blue-white sparks cause frostbite if handled recklessly, but they also serve as directional anchors, turning into ghostly flames that lead lost souls back to the path to Nadril. The trek through the storm will be no mean feat and will last for the better part of three days. By the time the refugees reach Nadril's gate, most will find themselves exhausted and running on fumes. As the snowstorm dies away and a gap in the glittering forcefield around the city opens to usher the refugees inside, it's clear that Nadril is a different beast. A WARM(?) WELCOME     I. Despite the unforgiving journey, entering Nadril is painless. Once inside, characters will be greeted by their predecessors: the original refugees who made this advanced city. They'll immediately be offered medical attention, as well as warm cider and blankets. But it's obvious that the Nadril citizens prefer higher tech to fend off the weather: they also offer wristlets and ear cuffs that that double as mittens and earmuffs by creating warm bubbles of air. The earrings also feature a few quality of life programs, such as timed alarms and thought-to-speech messaging. However, both programs are in beta stages so it's not unusual for a stray thought to accidentally slip through or an alarm to accidentally ring at an inopportune time. II. Refugees are offered free lodging in a large, crystalline building crafted from ice. Despite the coarse building material, the ice is unmelting and surprisingly well-insulated, and the beds are as warm and cozy. The rooms are, however, small. The sleeping quarters house two people, and are some cross between an igloo and a capsule hotel. Though built for efficiency over comfort, all rooms are also outfitted with the latest Nadril AI, RoboAlfred, or Ralf for short. This helpful program is installed in practically all the furnishings: the closet tells guests to bundle up, the bathroom sink reminds them to brush their teeth, and the mirror offers helpful fashion tips. Ralf's personality matrix still needs polish, though: it may very well insult your clothes and passively-aggressively question your lifestyle choices for the entire stay. III. Though not as advanced as Thesa Station, the colony has technology far beyond the rest of the continent, such as rudimentary AIs and mechanical transportation. Nadril's skyline is a point of pride — refugees can take a (literal) lightrail that gives an aerial view of the colony, which is hewn almost entirely from ice and rock. Despite its tech, Nadril is much more sparsely populated than Olympia and Wyver, and its residents stay near a central hub: a Natha refugee drop ship, Central, which has crashed and long embedded itself into the earth. Central is similar to an older, smaller, grounded model of Thesa Station, in functional order with round-the-clock solar power. Within Central are lounges similar to ones on the Station, though many of the damaged areas have been converted. They include repair stations, different wings dedicated to science, botany, astrology, and mechanics, and a research and history facility, which has a smattering of technology from planets beyond El Nysa — including your own. The staff here don't mind if anything is sampled and studied, but objects cannot be taken from the labs. IV. On the outskirts of the central hub, many will find several curious looking bots with insect-like wings perched about high traffic walkways. Simply passing the bots will cause a dizzying flash before a series of photos print out. Upon closer inspection, people will find that these images reflect stills taken from their home worlds as they remember it. Unfortunately, these photos only last a couple of hours at best. At that time, they will revert back to regular pictures of the refugees. People will be encouraged to share these images of their worlds. The residents of Nadril comprehend the value of remembering one's origins, and will be pleased to see that people still hold memories of old homes close to them. RECREATION IN NADRIL     I. Small, mechanical creatures scampering through the city are a common sight. Ask anyone, and they’ll tell you that they come from a shop called Paws About Town. They’re very useful, as companions, gophers, and couriers (though the more mischievous will note that they’re just small enough to keep tabs on people without being noticed). Premade robotic pets are available on display inside the shop. They come in all shapes, but small sizes; one may be able to find robots that even look like miniature creatures from their homeworld. These are a part of a new, highly customizable line with programmable personalities. Customers have the chance to take pets for a one-day trial run. Those who don’t know how to program may want to enlist more knowledgeable aid, but the pets come with instructional pamphlets for basic personality traits such as obedience, helpfulness, playfulness, and bloodthirst. For returns, the switch to wipe the robot's personality to a blank slate is on the back of its neck, right between a switch to invert all traits, and a switch to have them learn by observing. Try not to press the wrong switch — you might wind up with a pet with a mind of its own! II. A. The Frosty Tap Cantina is a thriving hub of activity, but one of the major draws is the self-service bar: molecular mixology is wildly popular here. Playing with drink compositions can be a game in and of itself, and newcomers to the cantina will find that the bartender — a cheerful woman with lilac skin and three eyes — is always happy to give them a few tips on how to use the wide array of tools within reach of the barstools. All manner of drinks are possible — from glowing, layered cocktails, to clear drinks with colored, spherical bubbles and vividly-colored shots that give off their own smoke. There's a nightly contest in the cantina for the most creative drink created by a team — this may be as good a time as any to partner up with someone and see what can you come up with. Winner gets all their drinks for the night free! And, hey, even if you don't win, you get to drink whatever you make. The well-lubricated patrons of the bar are eager to challenge anyone nearby to a different sort of drinking game… Just how well can you hold your liquor? B. Holo-screens in the cantina are nearly always broadcasting some match or another of a game that looks very much like hockey, albeit played with sticks that light up and a puck that changes shape from time to time. Colonists here merely refer to the game as "the sport," and one of their favored pastimes is betting. However, they don't use currency — they wager dares. Nadril colonists are a tough, weathered lot, and they prefer to speak with actions over silver. Colonists will urge the refugees to take part as well. Common dares range from the ridiculous (lead a sing-a-long, attempt to make someone with a poker face smile) to the suggestive (kiss the person in the cantina you find most attractive, strip off a piece of clothing), to the outright reckless (venture out into the snow for a certain amount of time, and no one will judge if you find some company to keep warm). The colonists are unfazed by even the most insane or tawdry of dares — but you'll certainly be called a killjoy for refusing too often! Why not grab a friend and give it a whirl, or challenge a rival to a dare yourself? THE MISSION     I. On the outskirts of Nadril is the communications tower of the old refugees. This is where Magda resides, monitoring Nadril's technological protections, the extent of the Natha’s influence, and running his own personal projects for El Nysa’s technological advancement. It is isolated, filled with research labs and relics of the past refugees who have come to El Nysa — a living mausoleum of worlds swallowed up by the Storm whose peoples have refused to forget where they came from. Crew photos line the walls of the tower: pictures of alien families and friends, the refugees who came to Nadril before you. Each group of photos gradually becomes smaller in number, and the most recent of the pictures are from half a century ago. Magda's picture can be found among the first group of refugees, an unusually small cluster of photos dating back centuries in El Nysa's past. I have been on this planet for nearly two centuries. Life has come, evolved, and collided in an ever expanding culture. But Darma fears interference, and made this place a prison, with she our warden, stifling the growth of the creatures native to this world rather than encouraging them to flourish. She sent you here for answers in her stead because she knows I'll spurn her, and after seeing what that fool Raysc has wrought, I'll give you them — not for Darma's sake, but because I trust after all the Natha have done to you, you'll understand my decision. Mistakes were made, and I won't hide them. You've made it here so there's some mettle to you, and unlike the Orbiters, I'm not interested in hiding the secrets of the dangers we face. I gave Raysc what he needed to keep his actions hidden from Darma's eyes — what he needed to advance the primitive magics the Natha had doomed him to. It was old Natha tech, Darma's very own used against her. Hilarious, isn't it? Raysc learned of Nadril, and like you, braved the snow to find his way here. He proved his worth and his determination, and he spoke of a brighter future, El Nysa coming into its own, its people realizing their true potential, unhindered by the shackles that had been put upon them. I believed him. He had vision — or so I thought. In truth, he was a fool. A madman. He wasted the opportunity I gave him on his petty vengeance. But not everyone on this planet is such an idiot. Surely you lot aren't. The Natha are hiding things from us — about the Storm, about everything. And here in Nadril, we're going to find all those secrets. What's it going to be? Will you help us, or are you going to stay obedient dogs on Darma's leash? Magda isn't too talkative yet; after all, the new flock of refugees may just be here as eyes and ears for the Orbiters. But what he has said leaves you with plenty to talk about, and if you can earn his trust by helping out around Nadril, he doubtless has a great deal more to reveal. II. Central isn't the only Natha ship that made its way to El Nysa — another, crashed just outside Nadril's borders, is little more than a junk heap. It's here that you'll find the spare parts Darma asked you to retrieve for Thesa Station. What remains of the ship's hull serves as a windbreak, and snow has built up against it, turning the piles of old Natha tech inside into something of a snowy morass. Holes in the deck offer would-be scavengers passage to the ship's innards, barely illuminated with flickering lights — the tech is old, but hardy enough to withstand a crash landing, the severe weather, and the passage of centuries. Deep in the wreck are the remains of living quarters, research labs, VR arenas, mecha bays, cafeterias, and a host of other rooms, many of which may seem familiar from Thesa Station, albeit with a decidedly older feel to what remains of the smooth curves and sleek surfaces of the Natha architecture. Most of the ship's systems are damaged and the technology is nonfunctional, but that just means there's plenty of spare parts to be found. The wreck isn't in the best shape, its structural integrity damaged, and the drifting snow threatens to block off exit routes. Be careful while exploring and be sure to bring a partner. As it turns out, Darma isn't the only one interested in the wreck — Magda is also eager to get his hands on Natha technology. In his own way of taking some responsibility for Raysc, he's asking scavengers to bring him parts, muttering about seeing what he can do about Ysverai's curse. Bring him anything that looks useful, and he may have a chance to succeed, though whether he'll be more effective than the Natha Orbiters is up for debate... FINAL OOC NOTES     An AC-eligible thread with a new character as a participant for 2 NADRIL REP POINTS may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD HERE BY AUGUST 5TH, 11:59 PM EST. As always, feel free to create your own prompts and explore the Nadril location page! There are a variety of activities made available, including fishing and cave exploration! Please direct questions to the questions thread below! Thank you! 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[pebblestone]

[ Frederick's made a huge mistake.

In walking into the cantina, in locking eyes with Henry, in being offered whatever foul-looking liquid Henry's offering him with a too-bright smile. He should just turn around, walk straight out. The cold has a lower chance of killing him than this drink does.

Under his breath, barely audible, he mutters to himself: ]

And I'm quite certain I'll die if I so much as take a sip of this drink.

[ Louder, he asks a more polite question, eyes never leaving the drink in front of him. His distaste is palpable. ]

Erm, what exactly did you put in this?

[ Is there rat poison in it? There's probably rat poison. ]

I guess you could say it was a slippery slope?

[dancerefresher]

[She did! She really did. But then she didn't have time to put on the warm clothes, not at first, and she was still kind of bad about it so!]

We-well-I guess no one knew about this city before? That's the impression I got.

[At least, not among the current refugee group.]

[dancerefresher]

[This is what happens when you are a smol pink shy who had accidentally fallen asleep on someone: you panic. Seeing that she spilled cider-or was it water-on him makes it worse.

Though the cheek pinch surprises her so much that she stops and makes a squeaking noise, staring up at him wide eyed.]

B-but...w...we're strangers!

[This is somewhat better? Maybe?]

iv

[rosebyanyother]

[This place really is. Peter has seen quite a lot in his 6 months awake in El Nysa - perhaps the strangest and worst being the recent undead dragon - but the person up ahead is unique and fascinating. Look at those horns! And their jewelry really puts his own single - albeit ostentatious - feathered earring to shame.

Peter decides he just has to know them. Curiosity's sake, and all. He moves a little closer.]

I don't think it will be your last.

[He has a bright but sharp (literally, his canines are sharp) smile, painted a dark purple.]

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto can tell that John is uncomfortable. He can read it in his body language and the way that he keeps hedging on answering his questions. Even now, when he's being as direct as he can without stepping up and physically pinning him down to get his replies. But he doesn't understand. How can he, when on one hand John will openly flirt with him and on the other, he'll go out of his way to avoid pretty much anything to do with Ianto being accepting of that fact. To wanting more.

Ianto sighs, knowing that they're both tired and that it's only a matter of time before this AI decides to provide any 'helpful' input into their conversation. But enough is enough, John. He's probably already let it go for too long. Enough.

"The thing is," Ianto continues, "you could have told me off a long time ago if you weren't. It's not like I've kept this a secret from you. I'd like to imagine the kiss was a pretty big tip."

[inaurare]

[that makes him chuckle a little]

Oh, no, I know how. And if I do feel cold it's just a matter of putting on another layer...

[he has to be careful, after all. He'd rarely been sick, but he's certainly been a little more fragile since the kidnapping. Better to be mindful of his health lest he cause trouble to others. It's just that the weight of the clothing is odd, to one who has generally managed in single, light pieces - and the boots feel just as strange on his feet, too]

My country was usually quite warm, so it was harder to come by ice, never mind cold treats. So it seems such a delicate thing to me.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Claire's not so sure that's possible--there's a gap under the door she can see that would certainly, at the very least, allow them to yell for help should the oxygen become less--but she knows better than to prove a point.

She does, however, abandon her search for an off switch to sit on the edge of the bed.]

Hey. I know.

[inaurare]

[his shape is fine, thank you very much, just hidden under a bunch of bulky layers.]

Thank you. I hope I shan't rob you of its use for too long.

[he doesn't know how much longer they have to go, and the item is Chuuya's after all - even if Chuuya has the right to decide who uses it, it should be him to use it in the first place.

Linneus can only hope it doesn't become loose and fall, get lost in the snow...]

I've never even seen weather like this before...

i

[romancekiller]

[clarke isn't really all that tech savvy compared to monty or even raven but she does notice the difference and realize it is somewhat of an upgrade] Yeah—I take this sort of technology is something you're more used to?

[impavid]

He could have, it's true. He could have and probably should have. Maybe then, all this would be easier. Maybe then he wouldn't be in this mess at all.

"It's not like that," he manages finally, as if that explains things. What is it like, then? John doesn't know. Something else. It's just not -- it's not some... cruel... scheme designed to upset Ianto. He isn't -- well, okay, he's maybe avoiding the topic on purpose right now a little bit but...

It's not... for his amusement. It's not like that.

[icingonthecake]

Axel grins a bit.

"I can be quite wise when the occasion calls for it," he says in a feigned posh voice. He laughs brightly when Iskandar admits there is nothing small about anything in his presentation, but when he removes his cloak, Axel looks a bit concerned. "You sure you'll be okay?" he asks, but it becomes pretty clear right away that this man is utterly unfazed by the chill in the air. Axel just shrugs and begins carefully removing the data rods, placing them on the cloak and bunching a bit of fabric between each one to cushion them so they don't break if they bump together. "So do you come from a cold world?" he asks then, curious.

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[rosebyanyother]

[Peter isn't any sort of chemist, and mostly prefers his drinks to be made for him. But it's an interesting proposition, isn't it? He leans against the bar and watches other patrons mix their drinks for a while. Letting other people's successes or failures inform him of what looks like it mixes well together.

At some point, he catches sight of a familiar face. Doesn't go right over, because Jim is engaged in talking to one patron or another. He seems busy, and Peter is happy to split his attention between the bar and his friend for a while. Jim's energy makes him smile once or twice.

Eventually, though, whenever he notices the man more or less at a lull in companionship, Peter swoops in. He's got two glasses of...something. It swirls black and lavender.]

Care for a drink?

[He's got that "charming smile and bright eyes" combination going strong.]

[dancerefresher]

[He's just a pup pup who needs lots of love. By love, bugs, lotion, and head scratches.]

Jealous?

[Oh, there's the blep again. But...she suspects the others might have bridal carried. THAT'S WORSE. So she just...timidly comes around and makes to lightly touch her hands to his shoulders.]

Okay...let's do this...

[SHE GUESSES....]

[punshots]

[ Prompto has missed this, too. Even the last times Noctis was here, things were pretty crazy and they hadn't really had much downtime together. Ironic, then, that this is the most displaced the refugees have ever been, but hey, he can go with the flow. ]

Fish-stickified? [ If he sounds a little incredulous, that's because he is. ] What, you mean if we just lit those puppies up we could have some instant fish sticks on our hands?

[ Because if so, sweet, fish sticks. Not that Noctis or Prompto should be doing any sort of experimental cooking. For all his time here without Ignis to feed him, Prompto still only has, like, two things he knows how to cook. ]

[dancerefresher]

[Can't be helped, his hair was on the line.

But well...for all that she's blushing a bit, and that it IS true that it's easy to startle her-maybe too easy-she bounced back easily enough. One of the perks of having A level support? You don't get Olivia freaking out all the time.]

It's okay! You seemed pretty distressed so-don't worry about it.

[Really she's used to getting startled, and more important is Fredrick. Here, she's going to reach out and actually pat him on the arm a bit.]

If it's unkind to you, I'm sure it'll be just as bad to me. But don't worry! Maybe I can help you.

I've had to take a lot of criticism before. Or maybe if it seems me first, it'll start talking about how I dress, or how I need a haircut!

[Olivia no]

[quintessent]

[Same difference. All of Allura's friends from home come from a world much different from hers, but they were still together before the storm hit.]

In that case, you should inform him to be less reckless in the future.

[Her voice takes on a jokingly-serious tone, and she puts her hands on her hips. Seriously, he's already made her worried about his safety twice, and they haven't even known each other for that long.]

[dancerefresher]

[Rohan may only become vulnerable to Olivia's wiles when she dances! And that...may only be for manga references...

She winces, and bites her lip. She doesn't realize that it's gotten blue tinged either. But he still startles her a bit at the kind offer. She would normally protest, but One: this is obviously not something he does on his own and Two: she's way too cold.

So she reaches and takes off the outer layer wrapping it around herself. Which...might look funny, considering that Olivia is about five foot three.]

T-thank you.

[ukase]

He snorted and rolled his eyes mildly at her because, like her, he had plenty of secrets that he had to keep. Here or there, they were his skeletons, and he was safe-guarding them in order to prevent too many people from outright hating him for his attempts for better change. No matter, they had an understanding and that was good for him.

"It's a deal, I suppose. Of course, lady's first would be appropriate, if I'm being a gentleman even in secrets," he replied cheekily. He chuckled at the notion she was going to put in an effort to blow his mind, but maybe he could do the same. Maybe they just had wild and wonderful stories that would make them both bang their fists on the table and yell 'it can't be true'. Who knew.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto wouldn't normally be one to do such a thing, spitting food or drink out, but he really doesn't know what this one is and he really doesn't know whether it'll harm him if he swallows so after a moment's thought he raises his glass and does as he's told. Spitting his mouthful of drink out into the glass in his hand and putting it down on the table again before, coughing and wishing he had some water to try and clear his mouth.

"God," he chokes, trying to clear his throat. "That was foul. Why can't this place just serve a regular lager like everywhere else?"

[lancings]

[ And enabled she is, but not before being startled by the strange man approaching her as if from nowhere. She has to admit, his enthusiasm is already infection, and she can't help but smile a bit as she slowly turns to face him, schooling the rest of her features to make it look as though she hadn't been so distracted that she let her guard down entirely. ]

I was thinking about it, but I am more concerned how functional it will be for scavenging. What if it distracts the other crew members?

[ Or attacks them, but she doesn't think they are capable of such carnage... at least not as far as she's aware. Besides, how much damage could something that small do? Then again, she thought the same of Nowi and some of the other Shepherds. ]

Were you thinking of getting one? I was only stopping by on the way to the mission and exploring a bit.

frozen

[seeingscarlet]

There are twin red lights in addition to the blue ones, but these are moving with the group. Occasionally one disappears, hidden behind Wanda's body, but this is different. The red has started to flicker...and suddenly both lights go out.

Being suddenly deposited in the snow is doing nothing for the bone-deep cold Wanda feels. Being able to hover above the surface of the snow has helped her conserve physical energy, but it's not helping her stay warm and her focus has drifted too much to maintain the energy output.

She just...needs a minute. Just a small rest.

[poolhall_killer]

"What do you mean?" Venom tilts his head at Rumlow. "Lord Zato was into many types of people from what I heard, but it was Millia who truly won his heart." And not him, he almost added. He downs the remnants of his first drink.

"The more I think about it the more it annoys me. What did she have that I didn't?" Okay so he's not over it. Time to start on drink #2.

[mollymocked]

[You're a fashion icon, Peter, and Molly appreciates it already.]

Now that tells me you're one of the ones who's been here awhile. [Molly waves the picture around a bit because he's gesticulating with that hand, like an excited kid.] Or you've had a very full day, which I would completely believe.

[lancings]

[ The footsteps almost fall on deaf ears, but even in situations such as these, Cordelia's always cautious and difficult to catch off-guard. Assuming the worst, she twists fast, her lance still out and ready to skewer the stranger before stopping just short of letting the blade reach him. Her eyes are sharp, limbs rigid and tense until she realizes her mistake, forcing her to deflate a little. ]

My apologies, I thought you were one of them for a moment.

[ By 'them' she means the possibly living creatures on the ground or someone connected to them. It doesn't help that this ship has such a spooky atmosphere to it. It's the sort of place the Risen or Henry would thrive while she is simply eager to finish the mission and return to the land of the living. ]

I hope I didn't startle you. [ It's obvious which one of them was actually startled. ] I don't suppose you know more about our surroundings and these creatures. This is all so new to me, but I don't want to slow down our progress with too many questions.

[baguablade]

Tearful voicemails...

[ Cain laughs and flops down, settling himself cross-legged beside John. Helpfully, he isn't there just to watch and make commentary — he pulls a flashlight out of his back, too, and points it under the console to illuminate what John's working on. ]

I'd certainly like to hear those, so I'll give you a hand, if I can. Magda seems bitter enough for them to be juicy, and Darma... well, she was close-mouthed. I couldn't find any records of whatever it was on Thesa.