savetheearth | Entries tagged with teen wolf: derek hale

I briefly spoke with someone else about this and we hit a brick wall. So i'm going to throw the question out to everyone else.

Why are we doing this?
Or better yet. How many of you are genuinely interested in whatever the police are after? And no, getting to it first doesn't count as a reason.

We're starting a war with a paranoid police force over a supposed alien invasion and a bit of gossip. If this threat is supposedly that terrible, why hasn't someone recorded evidence and sent it off to various world leaders yet?

We're a disorganised network. Over half of the users are teenagers. Most of us have likely never met face-to-face. Why are we suddenly more fitting for this 'job' than the trained professionals?

phoenix_temple

Silly question. Totally unimportant.

If these pulses or whatever are parts of another life, right? And some people have super powers or... whatever, right?

Does anyone remember doing anything totally awful? Like is anyone a destroyer of worlds or serial killer or stuff like that? I don't care or anything, I mean it's not like it's who you are now, I'm just wondering if that's a thing. I need to figure out the range of what's possible here to brace myself. Just in case--like I don't want to suddenly remember bathing in blood and have a heart attack.

strikeraid

[ backdated to Sunday (12/08) around noon ]

did anyone have an answer to the eye color changing problem or am i gonna have to order some contacts?

( [ action; backdated to Wednesday afternoon (12/11), about 15 minutes after Locke High lets out. ] )

[[ ooc: the second part wasn't necessarily meant to be responded to, but feel free to catch him sometime after school! we can establish a new context if your character wasn't available to see the above (or if you just want to do something different :D) ]]

darkhourdear

Um--!!

[This will be the first time in recent memory for most people on the network that Phillip's looked visibly distressed. He's outside, in Luke's backyard for anyone who would know that, and there's the sound of a both a dog whining and a single sustained and never breaking flute-like pitch in the background.]

So, I went to Luke's house and we were playing with Gloria outside and I asked about this flute he got and he played something on it and he'd been playing the same note for like five minutes without breathing or moving and I pushed him a little and nothing happen-- [DEEP BREATH ok. Trying to calm down.]

...I don't know what to do. I mean, he's not hurt or anything I don't think but. [yeah he's kind of freaking out here.]

[ooc: This is going to wear off at midnight, and we'll throw up a log for whoever is there at that point!]

earnedmystripes

This has been a little while coming, but we have some information from Detective Sherman and the corrupt police about the enemy and what they know about the Network.

Yes, this is legit, which I guess I have to specify now that we've got people who think it's funny to impersonate law enforcement.
( Info behind the cut! )
Most of this is from Sherman and the Sheriff, so - feel free to take it all with a grain of salt.

[ooc: Replies will mostly be coming from

detectivetroll! He'll be using Kotetsu's open connection to answer questions and such.]

goldenclothes

[ latter part of the day of the earthquake. she's never really done audio before, but by the sounds of it she's too tired to bother writing it out like she normally does. she's finally got some time amidst the aftermath to sit down and take a short break from putting things into order. ]

The idiocy of some people astounds me. This is a library. Not a morgue. No you cannot use the empty shelves to put bodies on until they can be taken away.

[ there's a small pause as she reaches up to rub at her forehead. she sighs ]

Books have to go back there. The sprinkler systems went off, and a water main broke... the carpet's got to be pulled out and replaced... there was a shelving unit we knew the anchors needed fixing, but for some reason the director kept leaving it out of the budget...

We're down a reference librarian, by the way, so if you know of anyone, they can send their resumes in...

[ she sounds halfway between being extremely upset or close to laughter. ]

But you can't put bodies on the shelves. In the library. Near me. We're a communications centre in an emergency, not a... a. Well. Anyway. We're sorting books out in the parking lot right now. The books have to go back on the shelves eventually. In order. It's been almost impossible trying to convince people of that.

paradiseshrinemaiden

Alright, what the hell was that? I thought earthquakes like that didn't happen on this side of this country.

Also, am I the only person who's noticed that the annoying buzzing noise has stopped?

show_my_cannons

Got to love how in the midst of a holiday supposed to be about... giving and togetherness and crap... All we're doing is drawing lines in the sand. If it's Us against Them, quit making trouble between each other already.

italktofish

[Look, everyone, it's Arthur! And he's standing there in front of a fish tank with a tiny Thanksgiving diorama set up inside. Next to him is a box that looks like a brand-new turkey-sized deep fryer. Arthur playing with oil and fire, nothing could go wrong there.]

Hey, guys, so I know Thanksgiving's this week, and since not everyone can get home to their families, I thought I'd offer to have everyone over here to my place! You can bring some food with you if you want, but I think I have everything under control!

[He'll pat the turkey fryer. This Thanksgiving, cooking is going to be an ADVENTURE.]

I've got a tofurkey, and I'm making all the fixings myself! And I already bought a bunch of frozen pies--I found an OUTRAGEOUS sale! So just let me know if you want to come so I know how much food to make!

selfassured

[ For context an hour or so prior to making this post, Derek gave in let his echoed howl happen, which ended up being a little bit louder than expected. Loud enough to be heard roughly halfway across the city. Give or take a few blocks.

To those further away, it would have sounded like an eerie but passable wolf howl. To those closer to the university grounds, there would have had an added ‘rumbling’ to the sound, lower in pitch and more reminiscent of a growling noise. ]

One of these days I’d like an echo that isn’t traumatic or problematic. No more strange ‘abilities’ that aren’t very useful. No more ‘visions’ of dying or killing someone. Something simple and unimportant for once. Or at least something with instructions.

We can all just agree that the ‘mysterious’ sound was a wild animal, right? And move on without acknowledging it further than that.

von_uberwolf

[This whole post is punctuated by the sound of Angela sniffing the air.]

Blood.

It's in the air. I can smell it. I can smell everything. Sawdust, sweat, beer, car exhaust, grease, sex, fear, spoiled food, bread, blood, meat...

Oh God it was just the butcher counter at the grocery store. Why do I feel like I just walked off the scene of a quintuple homicide?

Ugh I can still smell the old pork they threw out. I might have to go vegetarian.

You people are good at weird. Anyone have any tips for having a supercharged sense of smell?

healspec

Who: Anybody who signed up on the OOC post!
Where: The streets around Tuning Towers, under the streets around Tuning Towers, and Barnaby's apartment.
When: Saturday night, 11/16, around 3AM.
What: The teams head into the sewers and subways, and eventually the Tuning Towers basements, in search of the source of the buzzing. See the OOC post linked above for more detailed info.

[[There is also a public network thread for radio chatter that anyone may participate in. Format is restricted to voice and it's happening at 3AM on a Saturday, but otherwise go wild.]]

( OOC info follows. )

moonlitblade

What is all this? I don't understand... Nothing I'm seeing here makes much sense. Either my notebook is filled with crazy people, or something weird's going on, and I'm getting the feeling it's the second one.

It seems like there are different people in here, so would any of you be okay with explaining what's going on?

Oh, I should probably give you my name. This is Ethan. I probably shouldn't say any more than that right now, if all the conspiracy stuff in here is true, and especially if the police are looking for people. But that's probably enough for now.

dorkytracksuit

right. so say you have an out of state relative and maybe they want to come visit you for thanksgiving and even a city being bombed can't dissaude them.

and maybe also they helped pay for your house and maybe also they expect there to be people living there besides you and oh yeah if they see you have horbs growing out of your head they will likely think you are some kind of devil imposter who ate there son. uh

what would you do, in that situation.

hypothetically.

purplepants

Of all the things, there's now cops on the LCU grounds. Which probably isn't new info, but still. Text just does not convey my distaste for this situation but it's not as if I can sit in the faculty office chatting away to my phone about this. That and someone could have a glass to the door for all I know.

I think perhaps any faculty on here should have a meeting, see if we can't figure something out here. Normally I'd think that if the students had nothing to hide, they'd have nothing to worry about, but if this isn't sitting right with me - and I've only ever had one parking fine - then something might be going down.

Or I could sit here, drink copious amounts of coffee (which I'm two cups away from as it is), and see if I can't figure out some assignment details.

I'd rather it was the previous option. I've been that bad at keeping tabs on things I'm not even sure who's on here.

dododo

[ John's absolutely furious. Which is very unusual, but he's tired, worn down, stressed, so whatever anger he had before working at the hospital after all this? While the damage could have been far worse... It's all the ingredients needed. ]

I do sincerely hope that all you Numbers Club people are smarter than to think blowing something up is a good way to handle this! I know there's been talk of making bombs. This is disgraceful.

Putting innocents at risk should not be a goal of ours. If it comes out that it was any of you, you'll get no sympathy from me, from anyone who has the slightest sense of decency.

[ He knows it won't actually get anyone to confess but. For the love of everything. ]

blind_devotion

[The following is frantically written in quick jot-notes form. Someone is having a freak-out.]

Police everywhere on campus

I think I even saw one in the library

Thinking of calling in sick

Advice?

part_time_overlord

[Sam clicks on his webcam. He's wearing sunglasses, and looks vaguely ill.]

This probably isn't a huge deal in the grand scheme of things, but it's seriously freaking me out.

[The sunglasses are removed to reveal that his eyes, which were previously brown and normal looking, are now dark red and have vertical slit pupils, like some kind of cat.]

It was like an ice cream headache times 10 when it happened. Someone reassure me I'm not turning into a demon or something.

dominateartimus

[The video starts with a rather empty wall of an apartment with a light source directed at it and a piece of furniture in the corner of the frame. A few seconds pass without anything going on, except for a black streak of fur chasing after a ball toy. Off-screen, Xander's voice is heard and he sounds rather calm for the most part.]

I noticed that a lot of people were sharing what they got from the lights.

[He walks in to frame and is seen wearing a dark long-sleeved shirt and jeans, but he's not facing the camera. He's intentionally keeping his back to the recording to lower the chances of people identifying him. He makes his way over to the wall.]

...You could say I was reluctant to share, but, I was busy learning how to control it better.

[With that said, he brings a hand up to it and starts to merge with his own shadow against the wall. It takes a few moments before he's a silhouette against the wall, but he's facing the camera now -- not like it was very noticeable.]

I can also take the form of someone else's shadow and not just my own. I don't have anyone else here to demonstrate that, so, you'll have to take my word for it.

[He starts to move up to the ceiling, disappearing from the frame. A few moments later, a bit of a thump is heard from behind the camera and the video ends.]

stagnantair

Video; 6:27PM

[Gavin's face appears on the network, looking tired but excitable as usual. He's still wearing his work shirt, it's obvious he's just gotten home.]

Does anyone else work with phones all day? That buzzing is giving me awful headaches. I might have to call off until it stops, if it will? Does anyone know how long these things normally last? The water thing lasted about a month, if I'm backlogging correctly.

[He looks away from the screen a moment, fiddling with the ring on his finger idly, before rubbing the bridge of his nose.]

I can hear it now too, but no one else seems to. It's only effecting the Number's Club, right? The women at work didn't hear it but it was ringing through the headsets all day. I even tested someone else's to make sure it wasn't just mine.

I'll use the time I have to work on my data plotting. Whoever is willing enough to tell me about their Echoes and Pulses, I'd really appreciate it. Mine seem to be random, but I'm new so I can't really say much... I'm looking for patterns and spikes, to see if there's certain times of the month or certain levels when more people Echo at the same time, to see if there's a way to either avoid them or know when they're coming.

Luckily I have a couple weeks of sick days lined up.

[And then he looks wistful.]

I'll miss the clam chowder though...

theearth

Who: Any and all!
Where: The site of Tuning Towers (and/or en route accordingly), at the heart of the business district in Locke City's downtown.
When: September 22nd and onward.
What: Following that mysterious buzzing sound to its strongest point! Perhaps you made plans with numbered associates for a trip downtown, or perhaps you went a-wandering alone to follow the noise yourself - surely you'll hardly be the only one.

( THE BUZZING INTENSIFIES. )

selfassured

Hypothetical question.

Do we, as a collective group, have some sort of plan B just in case someone happened to spot something 'usual' and proceeded to scream about it?

And may have potentially screamed in a public place. With several people around who may or may not have had a degree of authority.

shouldertheburden

[It's morning, but the room is completely dark except for the light coming from Kaworu's phone. In fact, it seems like he's hiding under a blanket and it's not even apparent he's in his bedroom. Kaworu is holding the phone close to his face, and his bright red eyes jump out in contrast to his pale hair in skin.

His tone is a panicked whisper.]

Those lights last night -- I'm assuming you all noticed them? This happened when I looked at them, I...I don't know if this is an echo or some kind of terrible bursting of blood vessels in my eyes...the lights were bright, so...

My father is a doctor, should I tell him about the lights, or wait and act like I don't know how this happened? If this is an echo I don't know how to hide it. I'm...worried. I try to make myself inconspicuous in everyday life. Please help me, I don't know what to do.

[Since he needs to keep quiet, Kaworu's replies will all be text.]

epimethean

[Hey, it's a THUMB.

No, wait, it's a ginger dude who has his thumb over the phone camera, but he seems to realize his mistake soon enough. He gets a little too up close and personal with the feed before pulling back, all terrible plaid and a disingenuous grin that looks like it froze on his face a little bit.]

Good news!

[He is also apparently very, very British.]

Did some preliminary diagnostics, ran a few tests. [Finger wiggles for emphasis!] Pretty sure that this is not, in fact, an incredibly sophisticated government surveillance mechanism.

I know, I know, that's what I thought too! But I'm probably...sixty to seventy percent certain we're all right on that front, which is good, because for a while there I was thinking this was textbook government. You know, set up some kind of...secret diary forum, or something, give us secret access codes to make us feel important, then mine all our secret diary posts for their secret...government...things.

Anyway, point is, I'd like to revoke my membership. And it's--it's nothing you lot did, don't worry, I'm sure you're all--you're all great! Lovely folks, super club you've got, sure of it, just...not entirely comfortable with the concept. I mean--ha, it's like, uh. With the numbers and the...it's not for me, sorry. Sort of weird!

Pretty smart, though. Wish I'd thought of it.

[Wheatley laughs abruptly, genuinely uncomfortable before it and the nervous grin dissolve entirely.]

Seriously, though, who are you people? Because if you--if you are the government, I'm definitely out of here. No offense.

enrages

there's a deer in my yard.

help.

detectivetroll

For everyone who's been dropping anonymous tips and evidence to the media, thanks. I have a couple more disposable phones and voice changers, if anyone else wants in.

I've been staking out the reservoir since this plan started, and I haven't seen any more dumping yet. That doesn't exactly mean anything, since we don't know how often it happened before, but in this case, I guess no news is better than nothing.

I want to keep at it for a while longer - whatever happens with the media and whether or not Thunder Corp ends up making a statement about it, I'd rather watch for proof if it worked or not.

Anyone interested in coming with? Or, since I do actually need to sleep at some point, want to schedule shifts or something?

shouldertheburden

Hello, fellow numbers. I have a question for you all.

How do you balance work and school with monitoring our situation?

I haven't had time to check the network in a week! It's very disappointing, because this is by far what I see as the most important part of my life now, but I have to keep up appearances by keeping my grades steady. At this point I feel like I could miss the outbreak of war with how long I have to spend on schoolwork! And that's not even accounting for chores, piano practice, and my biweekly film night with Mother. I'd rather be engaged fully in the "numbers club" than have to avoid suspicion by keeping my normal busy schedule. :( How do you keep up without arousing suspicion by deviating from your expected routine?

Oh, and I hope you're all doing well, by the way!! :-D Happy weekend!!

selfassured

Since the visit into the mines it seems like my hearing has improved.

To the point where I can hear things that I logically shouldn’t and I’m unintentionally committing privacy invasion.

[ There’s a crossed out line that suspiciously looks like it says, ‘I’ll never look at my neighbours the same way.’ ]

I might need some help testing the range limits. The sooner I can get used to this, the sooner I can stop medicating against headaches.

[ Yes, this is pretty much an invitation for people to make loud noises. ]

boredallready

[Lloyd looks very exasperated. You might notice a couple of textbooks sitting next to him on his desk, as well.]

Okay, I know we're not supposed to tell anybody about this number unless they remember it or whatever. But, knowing about this is something that can keep people kinda busy right?

[He glances over at the books before continuing.]

Is there any way we could get more time to do our homework because of this place? I mean, I know I can't tell my teachers the real reason why, but there has to be some way to explain it, right?

[We'll ignore that he hasn't done much for meeting anyone because he was distracted by summer break. He just thinks his new teachers are being COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS.]

I'm pretty sure they don't think we have anything better to do. School's barely started and I already have a ton of work! Why do I hafta learn about how plants grow, anyway? I'm not gonna be a gardenist!

vetala

Who: See tags
When: 08-30; 5PM and onward
Where: The mysterious (not)abandoned mines outside of town
What: Kanti has finally called everyone together to
Warning: Content warnings will be tagged as the threads progress. Prepare for possible violence at the least.

( There's a world going on underground! )

((OOC: The details of what to expect in the mines have been posted in the Gdoc so check that out before you post. The info is a bit too long to be posted here. People not involved in exploring the mines can feel free to tag in the Pre-Trip Preparations thread if it's suitable.

Sorry for posting it this early, but I work late tomorrow and I don't want anyone to have to wait up for me.))

snakeintallgrass

Excuse me.

[ the video feed is turned on, revealing a pale young woman with long white hair and piercing blue eyes. she speaks in cool, level tones: ]

Before we begin, allow me to make a few things clear. I've reviewed the archives thoroughly, so there's no need for edification. I've given it some thought and come to terms with its existence, so there's no need for explanation. As such, all that remains is an introduction.

[ she sits back, elegantly crossing her legs. her facial expression does not budge in the slightest.

given her bare knee and the angle of the camera, it is entirely indiscernible whether she is wearing pants or not. ]

My name is Yousha Hida. My skillset lies entirely in the perception of the truth behind truths - in detecting the axioms responsible for forming any consistent system, and through inductive logic understanding the universe they create as a result.

[ she uncrosses her legs, then crosses them in the opposite order. it is becoming increasingly unlikely that she is wearing pants. ]

There. That should be sufficient, hmm? So with that settled, I'd like to ask the network's opinion on a matter.

[ she leans forward, her blue-eyed gaze intensifying. ]

What it is that makes something "true?" Suppose a man says his wife will die tomorrow. The next day, she develops a freak cough and passes away. Were his words "the truth?" The statement was true in retrospect, of course, but it seems to have been by chance. Now suppose the same man says the same words - but when the disease does not kill her, he takes matters into his own hands. Are his words now the truth, now that he has ensured their validity? What if he intends to kill her, but dies himself? Perhaps it is best to just consider him on that first day, before his wife's fate has been decided. What is it that decides, in that moment, if he is telling the truth?

[ the beginnings of a smile spread across her face. it is not entirely pleasant. ]

Thank you for your time.

[ and with a single dainty hand, she reaches out and stops the recording.

what a pretentious ass. ]

detectivetroll

[After investigating the Candy thing, Nick's... having difficulty. Kotetsu's reaction had been to get drunk, but Nick's had been to think. He still doesn't know exactly where he stands, so he'll leave explaining the missing woman situation to Kotetsu, but as far as he knows, no one's mentioned the connection between the water and what the police are looking for.

He can at least do that much.]

I'm sure no one needs to be told again, but be careful about the water thing.

I saw two police officers arrest a girl just for laughing too hard. They said they've be warned about an illegal drug going around, and the signs of it are hysterical laughing and hallucinations. They were taking her in to do a special drug test.

lionbeforelambs

I've always believed there to be a nice dark line between miracles and insanity, but I'm afraid the line is quickly becoming gray and hard to see.

[There is a face that appears that is hard and gaunt in the way it is carved, but the bright blue eyes that belong to the man in the vision ruin the effect. He is kind, curious, and perhaps more than a little uncertain. A somewhat determined, though judgmental expression sits on his face.]

Some would call this witchcraft, and I had thought those types of practices were old fashioned.

[He mutters something along the lines of "and not to mention sinful" and instantly he looks a little disappointed in himself. But he had been watching this...well, he's not exactly sure what to call this network of people, but he's been watching them for a few days now. It is only recently that he is attempting to speak up, letting his blue eyes rest back on the mirror he had used to gain access.]

Is there a better name for it? I admit that I'm likely being a little too curious for my own good, but I will not continue to indulge in those sorts of practices.

these_orcs_must

[Sorry to disappoint, Robert is actually dressed tonight. He's got a tank top with his gym's logo (A stylized hand giving a thumbs up) and gym shorts.]

So yeah those flashback echo thingies? Creepy. Also, apparently the laughing water still works if you inhale it as steam.

Anyways, I guess I never introduced myself. I'm Bob, and I own a gym. Bob's Lift to Win Gym. It's down town, across the street from the big supermarket. I told the receptionist that if anyone comes in and says they're "From the network", she's supposed to give them a full gym membership for free. Cuz, you know, it seems like we deal with some pretty heavy shit. Being in shape probably can't hurt. We've got weight rooms, indoor courts, a jogging track, a sauna, and some rooms that dance classes and shit like to rent.

Probably...shouldn't use the sauna right now, though.

selfassured

I'm going to keep this short, i'm sure a lot of people are busy trying to figure out the water situation. Or are at least trying to figure out exactly what was placed into the water supply.

[ Or maybe how it was even started in the first place without anyone catching on. He's not exactly familiar with the inner workings of a water system so he hasn't been keeping tabs on the topic. ]

How can people tell the difference between a normal dream and a dream that might mean something? Something more than a random assortment of images that are simply thrown together.

Drowning is a fairly common themed one though, isn't it? Like endless falling or being indecent in public.

ursoreckless

[he's been posting on the network mostly in video so he wasn't going to start to change it. the bright blondness of his hair was fading to more natural reddish-blond, the mass of curls trimmed to a more manageable mess but despite the make over, he looks tired, withdrawn and a little sad.]

What kind of messed up life would have a couple guys using live ammo on each other and laugh about it?

[his accent has gotten thicker and rougher. there's still some care to make sure he's understandable, though far less attempts at refined pronunciation.]

Almost acting like a bunch of kids, running around shooting toy guns but the blood and guns're real and I know I was bleeding all over.

We both were.

[a sighs and he shuffles around a little, the phone moving with him. it seems he was laying on that big comfy white couch of his.]

Anybody else getting weird fighting dreams too? [because it might help to hear other people having similar dreams.]

fatherssins

[ Adrian had found out the water's true nature a little too late. He cursed himself for not having had the initiative to check the network earlier but that frustration paled in comparison to what he was going through now.

An incessant, grating giggle. The sound of it over time began to seem alien to him; almost sinister in a way. He had had no choice but to leave work early and go home. He sat alone in his apartment, curtains shut (the light bothered him these days) and in his solitude he experienced that first echo he had seen once again.

The death of a burning woman who had called out his name.

He had only recently pushed that image from his mind and now it had come back to haunt him once again. Words couldn't express the overwhelming sense of loneliness that consumed him and, chuckling quietly to himself, Adrian grabbed an old bill envelope and began to doodle.

At first it was just a few wisps of fire, but as time went on the drawing began to take form. It was the woman and in the background an ominious-looking castle.

Subconsciously, Adrian added in his string of network numbers.

As if it were some cry for help. ]

carolinesays

Hello.

I will spare you the customary stuttering and gawking that is the socially-acceptable way of introducing oneself here. Assume that I have spent a very instructive morning familiarizing myself with this system and reading the available documentation. Because I have. I commend whoever has been updating that page, by the way.

If I needed evidence that something is afoot, the inexplicable bout of mania I had earlier today would have been enough. Laughing gas in the water supply. How disturbing.

That said, I notice that Thunder Co has been repeatedly mentioned, yet there has been little consolidated information on it or its involvement. As a gift to you, I've decided to remedy this. I've assembled my findings in a suitable format. No need to thank me.

attached: thunderco.ppt

( non-IC cut, images and links underneath, sorry not sorry )

((OOC: If your character does decide to fact-check this on Google, they'll turn up more or less the same information. But, you know. Why would you ever.))

purplepants

Well this is new, and I certainly didn't expect to find a community or whatever this is here. Most likely some student project? Hard to say when everything written appears to be random. Pretty well made though, doesn't seem glitchy and by that I mean it hasn't melted my phone yet.

I'll get around to testing that out on someone else's phone.

[Bruce isn't exactly sure in what he's meant to even be saying in here.]

I guess that's it then? Unless there's actually a reason for this. Also, if you're in the Thermodynamics seminar this week, please remember your papers are due.

And in advance - no, your dog did not eat it.

sweetas

[Candy sounds a bit out of breath.] Uh, so...people have probably noticed this already, but I think something's wrong with the water. I had to leave work early because I couldn't stop laughing and I think I literally cracked a rib, I dunno. Also my laugh is really weird now...

Listen, just--don't drink tap water! It's like laughing gas. Laughing liquid! ...Heh. Pffffft hu hu hu hu hu hushit.

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