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		<title>Seizui at 14:09, 10 October 2012</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Lily]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Ooohgh... I'm not good at staying upright. The ground's always wobbly!&amp;quot; Lily complains as she grabs gratefully onto Faruja's extended arm, mindful of the claws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Lily]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Ooohgh... I'm not good at staying upright. The ground's always wobbly!&amp;quot; Lily complains as she grabs gratefully onto Faruja's extended arm, mindful of the claws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Guh....&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Reize grumbles a few words to himself. This is no tone of his best days. Landing is rough. However, thre is something pressed against him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; It feels, nice, and soft... Though, he can barely get up. He mutters to himself, pushing his hand up to press upward.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Squish.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Uh...&amp;quot; The quirks an eyebrow, still a bit confused. His hand squeezes again.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Squish.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Many of the patrons and folks are staring at the spectable. Many are gaping. ...However, a majority of the male patron are slamming their fists to the table, going 'ATTABOY!'&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Uhh... what are they going on abo---&amp;quot; Squish. Then, the eyes lift up, seeing that well, his hand has has been holding onto someone the entire time. Or rather, has been holding against her bosom.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;o_o&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;D:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;DX&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;*O_O*&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Reize is, unfortunately, in a state of shock. His face is filled with horror. ...It is a good hin that Riku is coming to get them up.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Comical tears roll along his eyes now: T_T&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; At least Riku and now Shiki are moving to help him up. And of course, Reize is also fussing at him.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; As for Ivo's question, Reize is thinking to himself. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Uhh....&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Reize thinks back to a time... long ago... Long ago where he enjoyed a nice moment in his quiet little village.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;CHIBI FLASHBACK!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Chibi Reize: *happily chews on an apple* YUM! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Guh....&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Reize grumbles a few words to himself. This is no tone of his best days. Landing is rough. However, thre is something pressed against him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; It feels, nice, and soft... Though, he can barely get up. He mutters to himself, pushing his hand up to press upward.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Squish.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;...Uh...&amp;quot; The quirks an eyebrow, still a bit confused. His hand squeezes again.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Squish.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Many of the patrons and folks are staring at the spectable. Many are gaping. ...However, a majority of the male patron are slamming their fists to the table, going 'ATTABOY!'&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Uhh... what are they going on abo---&amp;quot; Squish. Then, the eyes lift up, seeing that well, his hand has has been holding onto someone the entire time. Or rather, has been holding against her bosom.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;o_o&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;D:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;DX&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;*O_O*&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Reize is, unfortunately, in a state of shock. His face is filled with horror. ...It is a good hin that Riku is coming to get them up.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Comical tears roll along his eyes now: T_T&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; At least Riku and now Shiki are moving to help him up. And of course, Reize is also fussing at him.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; As for Ivo's question, Reize is thinking to himself. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Uhh....&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Reize thinks back to a time... long ago... Long ago where he enjoyed a nice moment in his quiet little village.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;CHIBI FLASHBACK!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Chibi Reize: *happily chews on an apple* YUM! &amp;lt;3&lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;(&amp;quot;...No, that's not right...&amp;quot;)&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Chibi Reize: *chews on a watermelon* Mmm! &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;(&amp;quot;...Nooot quite...&amp;quot;)&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Chibi Reize: *happily chews on a melon* Hee! ^_^&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;(&amp;quot;That's it!&amp;quot;)&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;FLASHBACK END!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Reize recalls now, and he lifts a finger into the air, &amp;quot;Oh! A melon!&amp;quot; ...Pause. &amp;quot;Wait.&amp;quot; His antenna hair flops and he looks at Ivo with a stare. &lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; In fact, Shiki, just blazing in the face, gets right up out of her seating there.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I'm... still got some ice in my throat. Just going to... step outside for a minute, I'll be back, don't mind me, guys, I'll be back...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; And off she goes. Mr. Mew wonders what just happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; In fact, Shiki, just blazing in the face, gets right up out of her seating there.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I'm... still got some ice in my throat. Just going to... step outside for a minute, I'll be back, don't mind me, guys, I'll be back...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; And off she goes. Mr. Mew wonders what just happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<author><name>Seizui</name></author>	</entry>

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		<title>IvoGalvan: looks like the log caught a little too much</title>
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				<updated>2012-10-09T21:31:16Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;looks like the log caught a little too much&lt;/p&gt;
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				&lt;td colspan='2' style=&quot;background-color: white; color:black; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 21:31, 9 October 2012&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; The boy's face is red.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Just red. Umm... Reize is just like, shocked and filled with horror. Unfortunately, he doesn't even realize that Shiki had left. That is, until Riku pounds him a bit too hard on the back, &amp;quot;Ooof!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I...wh---wh...&amp;quot; Reize is looking around.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; His cheeks are flushed, then comical tears roll along his eyes.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I'm confused AND I have cooties...&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; The boy's face is red.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Just red. Umm... Reize is just like, shocked and filled with horror. Unfortunately, he doesn't even realize that Shiki had left. That is, until Riku pounds him a bit too hard on the back, &amp;quot;Ooof!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I...wh---wh...&amp;quot; Reize is looking around.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; His cheeks are flushed, then comical tears roll along his eyes.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I'm confused AND I have cooties...&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riku says, &amp;quot;Try it. I might have to sell your hide to a flea market though. It's seen considerable wear. ;)&amp;quot;&amp;quot;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riku finds a small box in which are imprisoned miniature princesses, through the use of a Tiny mallet from the World of ruin.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riku has come to Traverse Town again for two reasons. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; One of them is ramen. He seems to remember seeing something of that description, but he hadn't made a note in his journal because he hadn't thought it important at the time. The other reason? Well. That will come along on it's own timeclock. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Traverse Town was the best place to poke around for fragments of drifting places and times, and Shiki's description of Shibuya intrigued him. Riku wanders down the street with his hands in his pockets, taking in the scenery with much less apparent gawking that earlier visits.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He cranes his neck, looking around for familiar landmarks. He knows it was somewhere around here.. somewhere close, because he stopped at the coliseum and asked for directions.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riku takes out his journal and flips to the part where he's made map notes about this district. The bookmark he had been using falls out of the binding, fluttering to the cobbles. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He scoops it up, unfolding the ice cream flyer that he'd found on the beach. As he does so he notices Will, who seems to be dragging himself along. Riku closes the jounral, stuffing it back into his jacket as he raises a hand. &amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; he waves to Will, walking towards him with the flyer in his other hand.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He gives him a closer exmination when he's within speaking distance. &amp;quot;Wow. You look beat.&amp;quot;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riku blinks, asking. &amp;quot;Both pieces of what?&amp;quot; as he waves Will a little farther down the street. He turns a corner and there it is. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The smell and the landmark matches up at last and he walks towards the cafe with more curiosity now than trepidation. &amp;quot;And..&amp;quot; he adds when it's not possible to stall the question any longer and he has to say something. &amp;quot;and no. It's been.. weeks, and no trace of them.&amp;quot; Riku shakes his head, waving it off. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He ends up using the hand holding the flyer. &amp;quot;Nevermind. I saw this flyer down at the beach. Is this what you are talking about?&amp;quot; he offers the flyer to Will as he takes a seat inside the cafe.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riku smirks, then shakes his head. &amp;quot;No, I've been.. away on business. I always seem to get sidelined by something.&amp;quot; He then busies himself with looking over the completely unfamiliar names on the menu with an aura of confusion.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He turns it over and over as if to somehow divine it's meaning, but eventually he just shrugs to himself and picks something. His cavalier attitude to food is going to cost him some day. Riku orders Tonktoshu ramen, which apparently is noodles with pork in it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He eyes Will sidelong, leaning an elbow on the table. &amp;quot;Good technique though.&amp;quot;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Yeah. I was going to ask about that.&amp;quot; Riku's tone scales down from amused to slightly concerned. &amp;quot;The last time we met, they seemed to be bothering you. I'm guessing chasing after the ice cream of fate didn't really help that much.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Riku snorts to himself as he realizes that he meant what he just said in a straight forwards and unironic manner. The worlds really do get stranger all the time.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riku sits back from the counter, brow furrowed in thought as he stares off into the distance. He tries to picture what Will is talking about, but it doesn't gel. The disparate parts don't make any sense to him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He's about the shelf the entire thing when unbidden, the last moments of the last night of his world return to him to fill in the blanks. Riku shuts his eyes hard, rocking forwards to put both elbows on the counter. His head hangs down slightly and he sighs. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;That's.. that's pretty hard to picture, Will.&amp;quot; he leans back again, opening his eyes and rubbing the back of his head with a rueful smile &amp;quot;Especially that last part. I've never seen you so much as raise your voice.&amp;quot;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riku receives his ramen and takes a minute or so stalling by picking at it curiously. Finding it surprisingly good, he digs into the pork noodles properly. &amp;quot;Just a bad dream.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He waves the question away, not seeming to notice that his hand was on fire. Nobody else in the small cafe seems to have noticed either. The ghostly fire goes out as he puts his hand down on the counter. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot; Anyways, I hope you and Mercade got paid sufficient to the effort of punching out ducks and heartless alike.&amp;quot;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riku looks genuinely startled. He stops eating, turning in his seat to regard Will with what looks like confusion. &amp;quot;Uh. What do you mean?&amp;quot;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riku turns slowly back to his pork noodles. A tremor runs up his hand to his arm, but he keeps that hand on the counter while he uses the other to stir the noodles. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He leans on the counter, taking another careful bite of pork noodles. &amp;quot;Well..&amp;quot; he inclines his head to Will. &amp;quot;that's.. only a little surprising, actually.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; he takes another bite. &amp;quot;I tend to keep this to myself. People tend to be surprised since I don't use magic unless I have to.&amp;quot;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riku smiles, raising an eyebrow. &amp;quot;Someone took Mercade's hat?&amp;quot; he snorts. he stirs the noodles around and around, raising them up and examining them as they slide down back into the bowl.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He takes a larger piece of ham, tearing it in half with his fingers and eating one half while putting the rest back in the bowl. &amp;quot;I assume he got it back, I hope.&amp;quot;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riku nods, listening to Will and nodding at his last statement. &amp;quot;Sounds about right.&amp;quot; he shakes his head. &amp;quot;I was wondering about those coins.&amp;quot; he taps his fingers on the counter once, then is still. &amp;quot;So.. what's next for the Twilight agency since the ice cream caper has been solved?&amp;quot;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Yes.&amp;quot; Riku nods. &amp;quot;Always something to do.&amp;quot; he takes another bite of his noodles. &amp;quot;And I would appreciate it if you would keep your silence. There are things I have to do.&amp;quot; he looks sidelong at Will. &amp;quot;And I will not let anyone get in the way of them.&amp;quot;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riku frowns at Will. The last time he met the man, he barely knew what the heartless were called, let alone anything that drove them. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;It doesn't concern you, Will.&amp;quot; he goes back to his noodles, but another flicker of flame sparks across his shoulderblades as he stabs at the offending remnants of what was supposed to be a calm, relaxing lunch. &amp;quot;And my reasons are my own, unless you can read that off me as well.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A sneering anger has crept into his tone by the end of the sentence. He taps his fingers again, then tucks them into his palm, pressing it into the counter slightly. &amp;quot;Can you?&amp;quot;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riku blinks. He pauses, a greenish tint that had begun to glaze his eyes fading back into obscurity. He looks at Will with a thoughtful expression, occasionally chasing around the last noodles and ham from his bowl.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A smile abruptly cracks his expression, which had been angry and accusing a moment before. &amp;quot;You're remarkably well preserved.&amp;quot; it's not quite certain if he doesn't believe Will, or is he's using this as an anchor to pull himself away from his anger. Maybe a little of both.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; His body language does seem to relax somewhat, Riku balancing his head on one hand as he keeps that one eyebrow raised in Will's direction. &amp;quot;This story I've got to hear.&amp;quot;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;quot;So. Is the whole investigation part to figure out the rest of this story, or is it more of a sideline? If it were me.&amp;quot; Riku extends one hand, looking at his fingers and flipping the hand over to inspect the nails. The flip causes a glitch in the film reel. A single frame of darkness spliced into the feed. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Well. I'd want to know.&amp;quot; he looks at Will appraisingly, then at the bowls of food he's consumed already. Riku smirks, putting the hand that was clawed for a split second behind his head. &amp;quot;Generally, I'd tell someone who told me that story that they were full of it.. but I had a friend who washed up on an unknown shore without any memory of how she got there. She was..&amp;quot; he pauses, then corrects himself. &amp;quot;She's one of my best friends.&amp;quot;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riku stares at Will Sherman for about five seconds of silence. His face goes, in somewhat subtle degrees, across a continuum from angry to suspicious around to amused and then back around, double switch around to confusing. &amp;quot;You are a very strange man, Will Sherman.&amp;quot; he finally settles with.%r He shakes his head, as if he can't really explain or understand what the hell was going on. He was only here for the food. Riku gets the attention of the staff at the cafe again and orders himself another bowl of noodles. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He might as well take advantage of the strangeness while he could. There was no telling what Sherman would do next, but it might be interesting to find out.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Lenn]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Lenn pssht. I want everyone to watch it. More viewers=more likely backing for projects like this, rather than being something done just to kill time and employ workers during a writer's strike.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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