The Compatibility Operation [IC]

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Julie watched Emilio and Kylie lift the other girl off the floor and onto her bed. She then turned her attention to Thalia. She seemed to be focused on something, but the Cyborg had no idea what this was. Julie then started to look around the cell. It seemed impossible to get out - or at least she couldn't find an exit. There was a metal door at the other end of the room, but she doubted they would be able to get out there. Although, it wouldn't hurt to investigate...

Wanting to know more information, Julie walked up to the door and examined it. It had no handle, so it was probably an automatic door. It also had no key hole, which means they wouldn't be able to get out even if they did have a key. Strangely, it seemed to blend in with the wall, so it was difficult to see. For a human or an elf, that is. Because of the Cyborg implant on her eye, Julie could see these sorts of things.
 
The door opened once more, and yet ideas of freedom were quickly and assuredly quenched. In fact, it was another person, a girl, or lady, who sat in a chair got wheeled in, she still appeared to be under the effect of a sedative - like most of those who were put into the cell. In fact, didn't it strike the cellmates as strange as there was an extra bed anyway? This woman must have been the reason for it - they wheel her in, leave her just beyond the door and close the door hard before anyone could so much as react to the new person.

A slider flew open and a set of eyes levelled into it, and yet they had no intention to say anything at all, as soon as the slider closed, those with hightened senses of hearing would hear reporting-like muttering and the receding of steps.
 
To say Delta Rose was a little disoriented was an understatement. For God-only-knew-how-long she had been lifted, wheeled, and tossed around like a ragdoll, though between doses of sedative she had been allowed to remain briefly conscious, given her overall good behavior. Even in her hazy state, the lady's mind was running: since she had not resisted her apparent arrest, the only reasonable explanation for her sedation must have been to preserve the secrecy of her current location. Indeed, the last thing she remembered before being wheeled into the cell was the whine of engines -a plane, perhaps, or a dark vehicle, not very telling save for the fact that she was nowhere near her home in the highlands.

The young woman shivered in her wheelchair, folding her arms more tightly against her chest as she slowly came to. It was dark here as well, though bright blue fluorescent lighting was not far away, and the hum of voices indicated two or three other people nearby. As Delta's eyes adjusted to the dim light, she saw the outlines of not two or three but five people, several of which were either lying down or generally being quiet. She looked around, trying to clear her mind. They were in a fairly spacious but oppressive room, with tall metal walls and a concrete floor that radiated with cold. Six beds were spaced out on one wall, and an inconspicuous door was set into another- thick, judging by its deeply inset, wide hinges. Delta had never seen a prison before, but she was sure they wouldn't keep her in a cell with other people if she had in fact been arrested. Nevertheless, she added it to the list of possibilities and moved on to other theories, slowly becoming more and more alert as she considered her situation. She remained quiet as she thought, her dark eyes coolly regarding each person in the room in turn.
 
The silence of the halls was making things seems worse. The screaming had stopped, the sound of some saw had gone quiet, and the only person who actually told us anything had left. This whole situation reaked of some dirty science project that might get us killed. Kyle could only sigh as his grip on the bar made it bend slightly, he did sign the papers so this is in a sense what he wanted. No where on the papers did it say anything like this would happen, but there was no going back. Kyle gently place a hand on his helmet, the only thing that gave me a sense of safety. This thing had saved his life more than he could count and he was sure it was gonna save him again. He knew this made him look suspicious, but if only they knew the horror beneath it or atleast what he though was beneath it.

Suddenly a sound was heard, wheels rolling along the hard cement floor. He looked over to see a girl, a young girl, being reeled in by more men in black. As the gate opened, a spark went off inside Kyle, he could easily push them aside and run for it. The idea died away though as he turned to see that the hulk was still downed. Once they brought her in and closed the gate, more silence grew once the men's footsteps had silence themselves. Kyle sighed and walked over to her 'May as well say hey to the new girl' he though to him self. "Hey there, I'm sure the drugs are still wearing off, god only knows how strong this junk is. I'm sure you have alot of questions, but right now lets focus on who you are. My name is Kyle and the rest of us here were forced here just like you were" He rolled her over to her bed and stopped the chair right next to it. "So...who are you?" He said as he sat on his bed which was next to her's.
 
Julie looked over at the newcomer, but didn't say anything. Did she have to introduce herself again? Perhaps not, as the other Cyborg had gone over to talk to her. And so Julie continued staring around the room, picking out small details to observe. The other people were now unnecessary to look at, because she had already picked up as much information about them as she could. Well, at least, everyone apart from the new girl, but the Cyborg would look at her later. For now, she would sit on her bed and wait.
 
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It wasn't long before Delta was approached by one of her cell-mates, a tall, helmeted figure dressed in all black. Considering that the guards who had brought her here had known very little about the arrest, she wasn't expecting this Kyle character to bring anything new to the table; and, as expected, nothing he said was of particular importance to her. Regardless, the young woman entertained him with an absent-minded "Delta," before wheeling around to observe what would apparently be her bed.

As Delt looked over the grey, low-framed bed, uncertainty ached in her stomach. Just how long did they intend to keep her in this place? Had she done something so horribly wrong as to warrant such punishment? The young woman took a moment for herself, then turned her dark, dark eyes back onto Kyle, who had somehow been allowed to keep his helmet during the arrest. This small fact comforted her; maybe the terms of the abduction weren't as stringent as she had originally thought. "Have they told you anything?" Delta asked, crossing her arms over her light blue sweater as she awaited a response.
 
'Delta huh?' Kyle thought to himself, liking the name. He wasn't sure if she was disabled or still getting over the sedatives. The rest of them were able to get up fine, so it couldn't be the drugs. This brought up some confusion to Kyle, why would they bring in a disabled person for a job like this? These suits have their reasons, no point in questioning them about it. Heck there wasn't really any reason for Kyle to anyway, he's not a huge fan of asking questions. He got caught staring into her eyes, they were so dark and empty. Those could strike fear into any man, not so much to Kyle though, but he did feel a shiver run down his spine. Kyle wanted to figure out what her deal was, but she said her name and asked a question, simple quick and to the point.

To answer the question "A couple things, we are here because we all in some way signed something that got us stuck here. Some project where they bond us with an animal through some kinda of surgery, telepathically linking us or something along those lines. That's about all we know, though be careful around tanky over there." he says as he points back to the large woman who was still knocked out. "She can quickly become an enemy if she gets pissed off" he said sitting up looking towards the new girl.
 
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Eventually, Erin comes back around. She groans a little, the spasms stopping and she grabs the bloodied blankets tightly. Her green eyes pierce the ceiling before she rolls onto her side and peered at the new arrival - a woman in a wheelchair.

At that point, her eyes narrowed and she snarled; she sat up and spat "Disgusting," roughly, hefting her heavy frame onto her feet. She was unsteady, and teetered nervously as she righted herself. This action forced her to lean on the concrete wall and glare at the door. Her breath escaped in a long, slow hiss through the nostrils, and she scratched at her left breast with her calloused fingertips and cut nails. Her tongue flicks out and licks her lips.

Slowly, she plods towards the door - practically shambling, a drunken gait which steadies just before the door. Her fist raises up and slams on the metal, just the once, a resounding bang and a simple message to the mutterers behind it - Erin does not approve of their talking.

She turned, stepped, and slid down to sit by the wall. Her legs were propped up, knees slightly bent so her arms can rest on them and her head supported by her hands. She stared steadily at each member, her gaze burning through them - to those observant few, the flickers of her irises betrayed more intelligence than she lets off. As if she was inspecting them.
 
Thalia glanced at the new girl she narrowed her eyes "What's a person doing in a chair in this sort of medical day and age?" she hissed out, unhappy at being there all of a sudden, she jerked a thumb at one of the two cyborgs "These two got patched up - why not you?" she wondered aloud. She frowned and sat down, she kicked her legs up onto her bed, it happened to be the one in the middle of the back wall, mostly because she didn't like corners, they made her feel uncomfortably boxed in. She glared at the giant lady who was slamming against the door "Hey!" she snapped "Cut it out!" she glared at the girl, she couldn't care less if she'd been knocked out. She muttered angrily to herself and leaned back on the bed. She rested against it and peered out at all the faces, she scanned them searchingly, as if she were looking for something. Although she said harsh things, she didn't look rude. Just a bit judgemental, though she had no right to judge. In reality it was that she was in the same situation as everyone else was.

"Do you think after a while they'll give us things like instruments or something to entertain herself with?" she questioned, perhaps it wasn't the most important question but it was a question to fill the otherwise silence.
"In due time, elf." replied a voice - someone was at the door, which got pushed open, despite Erin being sat on the other side. A lithe, elegant man stepped inside, accompanied by a group of large, muscled thugs with cow prods, electricity bouncing off them "It's about time we start, no?" he said, his voice sounded smooth, comforting and yet this hospitality felt off, disconcerting. The group of thugs break apart and go to each person with a collection of chains in their fists. Any retaliation would be met with a cow prod.

Thalia was turned around forcefully and put in cuffs, the odd thing about the cuffs were that they were all joined together, much like a group of children holding a line of rope to not get lost. Though this was perhaps more sinister. She resisted for a moment, before her gazed flitted to the cow prod, electricity dancing across it threateningly. She reluctantly let the thick cuffs be closed around her wrists.

"Don't be alarmed, it's much like a collection of school tests, no? All you young people, you'll feel right at home. Come along,"
 
Still listening, Delta ran her hand over the scratchy, grey woolen blanket draped over her bed, noting her place at the far end of the row. She was sure it was no mistake that the handicapped girl had been given extra room to get in and out of her wheelchair; whoever had brought them here had planned their arrival, perhaps days or even weeks in advance. When Kyle mentioned animals, and surgery soon after, the young woman remembered something one of the men who had taken her had mentioned: her parents had been aware of her abduction. For years they had promised her that the surgery to fix her legs was coming, that geneticists around the world were working round-the-clock to mend whatever had been broken. 'Perhaps this is it,' she thought, almost startled by the notion. The paraplegic ran a hand down her half-shaved head, lost in thought for a moment longer.

She eventually decided that it wasn't likely; aside from the cyborgs, who had already been mended, the people detained with her didn't seem to have any visible defects, much less walking impairments. After giving it some more thought, Delta did remember filling out an application for an experiment that had invovled animals, though she didn't recall reading, 'Will be forcibly taken from home, blindfolded, and hauled across the country,' in the contract terms.

A warning came: 'be careful around the tanky one.' Delta turned to stare at the woman in question, watching as her enormous muscles slowly came to action like the sails of a boat filling with wind. Their eyes met for a moment, but the other woman spat an insult and stalked to the cage bars, pounding on them with an angry fist. Judging by the dried blood on her knuckles and bed sheets, Delta guessed that the giant had already tried forcing her way out of the cell, to no avail. Hadn't she learned her lesson? Delt continued to watch the woman as she sat down, and silently doubted her intelligence ... until, that is, she saw how the warrior woman inspected those around her, noting the calculation in those green, hostile eyes. Kyle was right, Delta thought, I should be careful around that one.

The paraplegic turned her head at a few harsh words directed toward her, taking a moment to analyze a woman who seemed to be analyzing her in return. Though Delta doubted the words were ill-intentioned, she did not bother to respond. Back in the highlands, no one had really minded her disability; it was only after moving to the university at Aylin that Delta had first encountered prejudice. Her skin was made of steel, now, just like her wheelchair, and it could not be dented.

The chestnut-haired girl appeared to be around the same age as Delta, with deep brown eyes and an apparently abrasive attitude. The brunette had just asked a pointless question when a door behind the fighter swung open, pushing the massive woman out of the way as several men stepped into the room. One of the men cuffed Delta's wrists to the armrests of her wheelchair, and stepped back to grip the handles. She was at the back of the line to accomodate her chauffeur, who held a cattle prod between his right hand and the handle of her chair. At this point unfazed by events that continued to unravel, the paraplegic sat silently in an effort to better understand what was happening.
 
Julie was slightly surprised when a man suddenly came into the room with several strong-looking people. Well, at least something interesting was happening now, although it was not quite as expected. One of the men came up to Julie and fixed some chains around her arms. Deep, deep down, she wanted to resist, but she knew things would go bad if she did. Nevertheless, the man said they were getting started. Did that mean- We're meeting our animals? she asked herself. Yes, that's great!

It wasn't until the man mentioned school tests that she doubted herself. Perhaps they were doing a test to see what animal they got? Yes, that sounded right. But the only way to make sure was to follow the man, and so she did...
 
Would you look at that, someone in a wheel chair, Man that's messed up. He felt a flair of anger as they wheeled her in, thinking it was messed up they would bring a disabled person into such a hostile environment. Although, Emilio knew people with disabilities could be much stronger than normal people despite, no, because of it. As the bag was removed he could tell he was right, not only did she seem strong. He held her gaze until Kyle approached. Man she seemed rude too, but it was an attitude that would survive. Thalia was running her mouth off about why the disabled girl didn't have cybernetics to make life easier for Thalia, at least that's how it sounded to Emilio. He felt a rush of anger again and turned around, he was about to lay into her about how some people aren't privileged and can't afford such treatment. But stopped, noticing she was just flapping her mouth hole because she was scared. Wasn't worth the effort.

When the banging on the door stopped he looked back around toward Erin, sliding down to the floor, meeting her eyes. Yup, she was big, brutal, and intelligent, this was going to be great. Emilio's own eyes reflected a twinkle of energy and compassion, and were lazily roving around. Something some people might find strange, he's often looking upward, however he's been in this room long enough to where he doesn't need to look around as much.

There was a voice and suddenly cattle prod armed guards came in with chain-gang shackles. Looked like it was time to go. Emilio wanted to make a break for it, but he knew it wouldn't work unless enough of them worked together. Delta might be able to strangle some dude, Erin was no question, but the other two ladies were questionable when it came down to combat. So Emilio relented for the time being.
 
Kyle sighed as he looked the see the hulk of a woman waking, immediately spitting at the new girl. You had to give the girl some credit, she was quiet the asshole. As the rest of his cellmates talked, Kyle was looking over his robotic arms. He had noticed that some parts were missing, mostly the moderate enhancements to his strength and stamina. No wonder he felt oddly weak, for awhile he though it was just the drugs. Kyle tried to rest his eyes for a sec, not knowing when or even how they were going to go about this surgery that they all were gonna have to bare. Kyle wondered what we would be fighting, what would we be specifically used for. Giving people the ability to bond with animals in such a way that we would never un-bond, seemed fishy. This whole place seemed off, the screams, the secrets, the people they selected, and even where they were. This cell was disgusting, the beds all felt like planks of wood and even the smell of this place reminded Kyle of a rotting corpse.

Suddenly the door screeched open and in came more men in suits and a man who looked like the CEO of some business. Kyle felt abit better knowing that they were about to begin as it had felt like he had waited ages for this to start. Kyle got up and let them put the cuffs on him, not trying to fight back too much. Kyle looked around to the others and noticed that they were being chained together. It was official, Kyle was stuck with these guys and considering the situation, he didn't hate the idea of not being alone for once.
 
The man led the group to a metal ramp "Careful, now, I wouldn't want you to trip." he said, though it didn't sound sincere. As the group submerged beneath surface level, the area was instantly cooler, and a tang of metallic smell infested the air. He muttered to a guard who hurried forward, to a keypad where he would punch in a code to have the door opened beyond the sights of the group. The door twisted open, met with another door which opened briefly after "In you go~" He chimed and walked in ahead of them.

Inside the room is a selection of chairs with helmets floating above and tables with wheels pushed aside to be moved in front of the chairs. The walls are white, which was only intensified by the bright white light "Everyone take a seat and we'll remove the cuffs." he glanced behind him, as he does so, the door closed. "There is a little sheet filled with questions, all you need to do is sit down and fill it out and we'll take them in for assessment! All of you have already deemed viable to stay here, so I will tell you what little.. ah... Prize is waiting for you should you comply and finish our little.. Test.." he walked along the floor, every step sent a metallic echo "We are trying to link human and animal conciousness, so after this test - we will find the animal which matches your personality, and they will be your... Companion." He stopped and turned around. His gaze hardened "You are the ones who have to earn the animal's trust. We will not stop them, should they decide to attack you. I want only the best - so if you are attacked and do not survive..? Well then you're not good enough. Of course if you are attacked and are weak by the end of it and remain mentally weak, traumatised, we will patch you up and send you home - since you were strong enough to last the attack, it's only fair!" he said, as if it were the best news. "So take a seat~"
 
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She stumbled on the chains and walked down the ramp, screwing her face up at the sterile smell. Somehow the noises were amplified here, they must have been getting close. Closer to whatever was going on down here. She peered at the guard as they entered in the number and attempted to catch a glimpse of it. Nothing, even with her height. She instead turned her gaze to the doors. They were the same blue-ish grey metal colour as the walls and as they slid open she had to blink a few times. The room they were met with was headache-worthy white with blinding light to accompany it. She squinted her eyes and started walking inside.

Thalia frowned as she was the first to move into one of the chairs while still chained up, however, as soon as she sat the cuffs were removed. She rubbed her wrists ruefully and watched as one of the assisting men push a wheeled table in front of her, it was equipped with a thin sheet of paper, a pen, a pencil, a sharpener and a rubber or eraser. She looked at it incredulously "So this is just some stupid.. School test?" she said with narrowed eyes, she picked up the pen as the men with cow prods eyed her threateningly. She shook her head "I can't believe this.." She muttered and arched over the table, beginning to fill out questions neatly and quickly.

She stopped suddenly as he mentioned death "W-We could die here?" she sputtered, as the mans gaze turned to her she tightened her grip on the pen and lowered her eyes, she supposed in a way that was a given. Death. In a place like this? Of course she had thought she'd die at the very beginning. At least she was proven wrong.
 
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As the group quietly descended into the pit of the research facility, Delta tried to memorize the details of their route in an attempt to grasp the layout of the building. They didn't travel far, however; soon the prisoners had passed into a cool, brightly-lit room with sinister-looking chairs and a few rolling tables. "Everyone take a seat and we'll remove the cuffs," the official announced, prompting an eye roll from the woman already in the chair. She glanced dryly up at her chauffeur, who, to his credit, was quick to remove the slender metal cuffs, leaving Delta free to fold her arms across her chest as the scientist spoke.

The parameters of the ... the test seemed unnecessarily brutal. If anything attacked her, Delta knew she'd be dead meat- she would immediately be singled out as the physically weakest of the group, and to make matters worse, she wasn't particularly fast or agile in her wheelchair. Be that as it may, there were no obvious alternatives. Everything from the demeanor of the officials to the heavily fortified cell suggested that this experiment was anything but optional. If Delta didn't excel, she'd be sent home in a body bag.

The same guard who had pushed her wheelchair rolled a table over within an accessible range; hesitantly, Delta picked up a pencil and began to fill out the written test, careful with her answers. Apparently a survey had gotten her into this mess, and the last thing she needed was a thoughtless answer to entrap her here forever. As she was writing, the chestnut-haired girl vocalized her worries in a trembling voice; despite the crass first impression the girl had made, Delta felt a pang of sympathy.

She decided then and there that no one would die during this experiment- not if she could help it.

The paraplegic shot the official a nasty look before returning to her exam, not pausing as she asked, "What compensation will we be receiving for our participation?" If this government-sponsored experiment had taken her away from her job, her schooling, and her family for an extended period of time, with potentially fatal results, there legally had to be some nature of compensation. Although she was still stubbornly resisting the idea of anyone dying, Delta added, "And for our families, if the experiment does end in fatality?" Finished with her test, she set her pencil down and rested her elbows on the tabletop, bringing her fingertips together just beneath her lips as she stared coolly at the official.
 
Emilio's eyes were everywhere, although he was trying to be discreet about it. He was looking at all the angles, edges and grooves on the walls, it was kind of a quirk he had. It gave him a different way of remembering things, which is one reason why people think he remembers the weirdest things. They were led into another room, where a keypad was punched and they were pretty good about not letting them see what the code was.

Inside it was blinding white, kind of an assholeish thing to do to folks who were in a dimly lit corridor. Maybe it was some kind of science-mental thingy to test their minds, or something. He only thought of that idea as the guy told them about the test and then suffering trauma after fighting an animal. Thalia didn't seem very excited about the potential for death, Emilio however was not too foreign with the concept of his own doom. "It's best to not worry about it, especially if it's out of your control. Probably the best thing you can do is not let your fear of dying get in the way of you trying to survive, if that makes any sense." He sat near Thalia, to try and maybe provide some kind of assurance. Looking around he saw that Delta made some kind of resolve, he had to admire the inner strength this girl had.

Emilio was kind of confused, why would they give them pencil and paper for this test and not some kind of touch screen and a computer? Seemed slightly less risky that way. He was about to start in on the test when Delta started asking about compensation. "Ya know, she has a great point. Personally if I had more reason than just staying alive, I might be more inclined to cooperate." He turned back to his test and began filling in answers, doodling on the border of his papers in between questions.
 
Kyle had never wanted to move more then now, the fact that he was leaving that damned cell gave him a new boost of freedom even though he was chained up. He tried to take this time as they walked to look around and try to figure out where they were, but no good came of it. This place was oddly silent, only footsteps to echo through the now empty halls. For a place that was doing such important research, everything around this place looked old and decrepit. Kyle almost missed the screaming as it atleast got rid of some of the silence, but then again the screaming also reminded him that hey may soon be the new guy screaming. He wasn't sure what this surgery was gonna be like and even how they were gonna do it, but it made his stomach churn in an unnerving way. The men that lead them were oddly buff and quiet, as if they were robots. He was sure they were not, but was curious if something had been done to them to or that they were really good at their job of being quiet thugs in suits.

Once they had finally arrived at their destination, Kyle took no second though to sitting down in the rather uncomfortable chairs. He found himself next to Delta towards the end of the line of chairs and he still wondered why they brought in a handicapped girl. He put the thought away and sighed as he was forced to listen to them once again explain things, bit by bit. He understood what they saying and once the death threat came out, he nodded in agreement. This was not a assignment for the week and he knew that at some point, he would have to fight. He heard fear in the elf girls voice and it made him wonder how much of a weight she was going to be. He shrugged the thought off, like he does when it comes to most of his worries and took a look at the paper. It was all basic question with a couple that got alittle personal, even for Kyle. He answered them rather quickly and then handed in his paper, wondering what was to come next from this odd adventure.
 
He peered at Delta, unforgiving of Thalia's fear. "Compensation is provided to your families, any work and jobs that you are not doing in your absence is filled in by our own government officials and the money they earn doing said job is sent directly to your families." He shifted position as she mentioned death "Should you die in this any medical bills that were issued in attempts to keep any of you alive will be discarded, and they will receive full compensation. This is all a very legal process, no need to get fidgety about the financial side of things." he assured.

The papers had been fairly straight-forward. One of the thugs stepped forward, taking in all papers, once they had been taken, the man stepped forward. "Now, I suppose since I am your supervisor, you would need to know my name, let me introduce myself, then. I am Oscar Whitling, I will oversee your tests and you will look to me for answers. You may address me as you like, however, I'm afraid I'll have to ask for your respect even though I know fully well it's earned not requested, but without it there may be..." he peered to the armed thugs "Consequences." He walked to a wall, only at that point would the group have noticed a small rectangle darker than the bright white walls, he pushed it open and delivered the papers inside. "I hope that you will be a cooperative group. You have probably heard the screams, but those screams belong only to uncooperative groups, or weaklings." he explained and gestured them to all stand. Oscar walked to the door "In this door there is a small enclosure, you will be freed from the cuffs and there we will bring in our animal expert. She is the only living person to have been able to be.. 'bonded' with any animal, and therefore bonded with every animal. She handles the animals, they respect her, but it's another story for you. They are not tame. You must tame them."

The door slid open. "Go inside. And wait."
 
The official's response was unsatisfying to say the least, but Delta didn't think she had a choice but to accept it and move on. One of the men collected her test, and shortly afterward the stuffy official introduced himself as Oscar Whitling. One of the first articles mentioned by the good doc was unquestioning respect, followed by a rather silly-sounding threat that Delta couldn't help but scoff at. Without a word she shoved the table away and rolled herself into the new room, not bothering to give this Oscar character a second glance.

The paraplegic's mind was alight with thoughts as her hands methodically turned the wheels of her chair. She could not believe that this organization ... whatever it was ... was actually a real and functioning entity. The scientists and workers all seemed so dramatically evil, like the 'bad-guy' trope she had read about in stories. What other experiments had they gotten away with in the past? How far did their influence reach? And what, exactly, was in store for her and the other "participants"?
 
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