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Team Spirit Mission 6 Part 2

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'Thank you!' Cam called as he took his curtain call. The bright lights, the cheering crowd and the thrill of the stage was almost overwhelming, but his sheer mixture of joy and relief kept him afloat in the sensory and emotional tidal wave. With one last bow he stepped back behind the curtain, allowing Hugh to slip out to bid the audience the evening's last goodbyes.

'We did it!'

'Keep your voice down, Treecko! They'll hear us!' he hissed quietly conscious above his own giddiness of the need to stay professional.

'But we still did it!' Treecko continued, albeit quieter now. And despite his desire to leave properly, Cam felt the same way. They'd actually done it. He'd never thought when he left to join the Merchants that he'd get the opportunity to help a big name performer on stage in front of his huge audience, and now it had suddenly happened and he still couldn't quite believe it. The show felt like it had gone so fast that he'd almost left with theatrical whiplash.

'Great job, you two,' Nie the Pidove muttered to the two of them as Hugh could be heard giving his last address to the crowd. 'In fact, great job all of you. You've all done us proud, despite the fact that we didn't get as much training as we'd have liked. Well done to you all.'

'Oh, it's no problem,' Treecko replied modestly. 'We're just doing our job, right guys?'

There was earnest nodding from Will and Cynthia, while next to them, considerably lower down, Misty lifted her head up as best she could while wearing one of the top hats from Hugh's finale that was bigger than she was in all dimensions and said 'Huh? What? Oh, right,' which was realistically the closest they'd get from the mischievous, anti-authoritarian Pichu.

'Thank you all for coming regardless,' Nie repeated earnestly. 'Now, I think that all that remains is for you to stop by the dressing room to return the costumes and props – I'd let you keep them as souvenirs, personally, but unfortunately stuff like this costs Hugh quite a bit – and then just drop round to Anana for your reward, no? After all, you've deserved it.'

'Thank you!' the teams (well, team) called as they retreated back into the corridors behind the theatre stage, waving as they went to Nie, who returned it as best he could with his wing.

'That was amazing!' Treecko exclaimed once again as they wandered down the corridor. 'I can't believe we just did that! As in, for real! Wow…'

Cam nodded, knowing exactly how his friend felt. 'Exactly. And now we've just got to return the stuff and collect our well-deserved reward.'

'Go on then,' Treecko asked, settling into the mood of a finished event, 'what was your favourite trick? Which one did you like best?'

Cam smiled with remembrance. 'Well, might seem like an odd choice but I'd say the opening…'


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'Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages, for being here tonight! You're in for an incredible show tonight, no doubt! So with no further ado, play the music, light the lights, get things started… Put your appendages together for… HUGH!'

'Thank you!' With a cloud of bright colour, the Kadabra appeared in the middle of the stage, to rapturous applause. 'Thank you, thank you very much! My name, as you have heard, is Hugh and I am a unique magician. Prepare yourself for a wonderful evening. So, let's cut to the chase. Who wants to see some magic?'

This met with huge cheers from the audience.

'Well of course you do, that's why you're here! But before I get started, I'd just like to make an announcement: Dee, my fabulous assistant, is ill at the moment, so she can't help me with the performance. Can I get an 'Awww'? Thank you. However, in her place we have some help all the way from Tao Village in the south. So, please welcome tonight's assistants… Firstly, Cameron the Charmander!'

There was another bright plume of smoke near the centre of the stage that drifted away to reveal Cam stood in its place, giving a small bow to the crowd. The magic had already begun, and not everyone was on stage yet.

'And his teammate, Nathan the Treecko!'

Another colourful plume drifted away to reveal Treecko, who gave a similar bow.

Cam smiled at the thought of earlier that afternoon, when they starting their training…

'Look,' Nie had said, 'I know you never use it but we can't just refer to one of our assistants by his species all night long. It's just not doable. Are you sure you don't want us to use your name?'

Treecko had nodded, glumly. 'Yes sir. I'm sure.'

There had been a sigh. 'Well, this is an unexpected predicament…'

'Oh, fear not, Nie,' the wise voice of Hugh had come from behind them, making them jump, 'this isn't a new problem. Happens all the time in theatre, in fact.'

'Really?' Treecko had asked as Hugh strolled over to them confidently.

'Oh, yes. Some new theatre performers have to play a role they'd rather not be remembered in, or are a little unsure of themselves and don't want a failure to go alongside their name. This isn't a problem. We just use a false name for the show.'

'Really?' Cam had said with a slight frown. 'Does that work?'

'Well, who's to know differently? Now, all we need is an appropriate fake name…'

There'd been some thought.

'You know,' Nie had commented eventually, 'he reminds me of a guy I once did a show with called Nathan.'

And Cam had looked at Treecko and sighed, knowing that, at least as far as the theatrical aspects of the world ran, he was now irrevocably a Nathan.


But that had been then, and this was now.

'And their younger member, Misty the Pichu!'

A slightly smaller cloud was produced this time, and rolled back to produce a Pichu that smiled hugely and waved her little hands at the crowd, to much applause.

'Misty,' he heard Treecko mutter out of the side of his mouth, 'behave yourself.'

'I am doing! Hey look, I can see Michael from the Daycare with his team!'

'Is this really behaving yourself?'

'I haven't broken anything for half an hour now! Coo-ee! Over here!'

'Yes, thank you.' Hugh's voice rolled out over Misty's and produced quiet both on the stage and in the crowd. 'Since you can see that my assistants are particularly eager tonight, how about we get started? I do have some more helping hands, but we'll meet them later. Instead, let us begin. For those of you who have not seen my show before, let me just make one point clear: everything you see tonight will be done without the aid of Psychic power. None whatsoever. This, of course, will only serve to enhance the effect of the tricks that we…'

The audience wasn't watching him. Their eyes were drawn to an area on his right, and then several metres in the air above it. Cam's were to – ideally, he has to look as surprised as everyone else by this…

'…So now we can really…' Hugh's voice tailed of at the sight of the crowd. 'What? What is it?' His eyes followed theirs sideways along the stage, then slowly upwards into the air.

'For goodness sake, Nathan, get down here! The audience won't bite, you know!'

There was some impressive fidgeting. 'Can't, sir.'

'Oh come on, lad, try harder.'

Some more impressive mid-air fidgeting, then 'Nope, sorry sir, I can't.'

'Honestly,' Hugh said with (false) irritation, 'what's a magician meant to do? I'm so sorry, audience, this tends to happen when I don't pay full attention to everything. One second, please…' He held up the hand with his wand in it and closed his eyes in a tight focus.

A few seconds later, Treecko's feet met the floor once again.

The audience broke into thunderous applause. Cam managed to squint out over the spotlight and saw Benny the Squirtle sat in the middle of the seats, whistling loudly. He gave a smile back, but unfortunately in his 'professional' position on stage he could regrettably do no more.

'Right. I apologise for that, audience, I'll try and make sure it doesn't happen again. Anyway, as I was saying, these tricks will be 100% legitimate, no sneaky Psychic tricks whatsoever. Luckily, we will be able to perform a few favourites of the casino tonight, thanks to our helpers, so with any luck… What? Oh for goodness sake, not again… Excuse me one second, please…'

After a few more seconds, Treecko's feet were re-reunited with the floor.

Cam smiled to himself as he watched the clapping audience. He didn't know whether to feel bad that they were tricking them or clever and satisfied that they had managed to produce such convincing illusions with just simple mechanics. The black background, for example, made it easy to 'appear' in the middle of the stage, the smoke easily giving enough time to throw off the black cloaks they'd been given the wear. The same background also made it easy to hang a black rope with a small hook on it all the way from the rafters were – he restrained himself from looking – Will would be hurrying down from his winch, and the harness fitted under the suit Treecko had been given to wear perfectly. Really, that was the amazing thing about it. How incredibly simple it was.

'Well,' Hugh was saying centre-stage, 'I don't think that will be happening again. Anyway, let us begin properly. I think I shall begin with a simple card trick. This, as you can see, is an ordinary pack of cards…'


-


'Oh, tell me about it,' Treecko said with remembrance too, though maybe not as positive as Cam's. 'Believe me, I didn't whether to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. I really hope Benny didn't see that.'

Cam hadn't the heart to say anything. So instead he said something else.

'What about you? What was your favourite bit?'

'Hm...' This was met with some thought, then 'Well, I suppose the box was pretty good…'


-


Will took his bow as the audience applauded. Try how they might, they just couldn't see how he'd somehow 'read the mind' of the young Grovyle volunteer with such impressive accuracy, writing all the details on the chalkboard next to him. With a smile and a wave the mute magician stepped aside as Hugh strode on, clapping.

'Well done!' he announced loudly. 'Give it up or young Will, everyone!' And they did, for some length. The Spinda, in return, simply gave a wave and a smile and took his naturally tottering steps off stage right.

'Thank you! Now, on to the next trick! Could we have it on, please?'

On cue, the older members of Team Spirit emerged, carrying a long wooden box (the term TARDIS had never graced the minds of the inhabitants of Tao World, but if it had they'd have commented on its similar appearance, albeit more interestingly coloured) on their backs. Carefully trying not to let their strain show, they put the brightly-coloured box down gently at the side of the stage on one of its smaller ends then hurried off the stage, to where there would be a chance of a sit-down and maybe an ice pack.

'Now, as you see here,' Hugh continued, 'we have a box. However, not just any box. It's a special box. I'm going to put someone in here, and then make them disappear. Would anyone like to see that?'

There were the usual huge shouts and applause.

'Would anyone like to step into it themselves?'

There was utter silence. In the rows Pokemon fidgeted nervously and tried not to look at anyone else. On general principle this was a fine idea, but being offered it on a personal level raised questions like Where do they get disappeared to? and Is he really sure he can bring them back, what with the no Psychic powers rule and stuff, is this really safe, you know? Funny, that. Nature of crowds is always interesting, but even more so if it gets broken down to individuals very quickly.

Hugh smiled. He had, of course, expected this.

'No-one? Oh, very well.' He turned to look off the side of the stage. 'Misty, could we have you on, please?'

With incredible enthusiasm the Pichu hurried to centre stage. 'Yes?'

'Could you just step in this for us? Actually, just one second first…' With a wave of Hugh's wand the box levitated off the ground (they'd needed an extra thick rope for that one) and flipped so its doors hung open, to the 'Oohs' of the audience.

'Can we all just confirm that there are no sneaky trapdoors or removable back panels, yes? Agreed? Wonderful, thank you. Now, care to step in?'

Obediently (even Misty knew there were times when you have to do what you're told, partly because it would upset the careers of both her team and Hugh but mostly because there was no possible way of denying the offense in view of the whole crowd), Misty jumped into the box and turned to face the doors as they closed, sealing her inside.

'Dark in there, Misty?' Hugh said loudly, leaning close to the box to hear any possible reply. After a second he nodded and commented 'She says yes, very. Now, watch carefully.' He lifted his wand up, the end glowing with power. 'On 3… 1… 2… 3!' He pointed his wand at the box and shouted 'Alakazam!'

Silence descended as Hugh casually strode over to the box and swung the door open.

True to his word, it was totally empty.

The audience broke into huge applause.

The box was closed again. 'And now, watch this…' Hugh took a step back and made another wand gesture. 'Abra Kadabra!'

Again the box was swung open.

Out of its dark depths, a shiny Sableye hopped out and did a bright-eyed twirl on the stage.

'May I introduce my final assistant, Cynthia the Sableye!' Hugh shouted over the cheering crowd. Cynthia smiled and waved happily.

'Thank you, thank you. Now, let's get the box off so we can-'

'What about the Pichu?' came a voice from the audience.

'Hm? Sorry?' Hugh replied with a flawless impression of being surprised by the notion. That must be part of the trade. Acting and faking your expressions, perfectly.

'What about the Pichu?' the voice called again. 'Aren't you going to bring her back?'

Hugh was impressed. They hadn't even had to plant audience members this evening.

'Ah, er, yes, I suppose it would only be fair, eh?' he continued in a perfect impression of being flustered. 'So, er, one moment.' He gave another wand gesture. 'And… Kadabra! Behold!' With a confident smile he swung open the box and bowed slightly.

The silence was deafening.

Slowly, Hugh looked up slightly. 'Er… Is something wrong?'

No-one knew how to break this to him. So no-one did.

Carefully, Hugh looked into the large, dark, totally empty box.

'Ah… er… is she… er…' Hugh closed and re-opened the door a couple of times, in case something happened. 'Ah… it seems… we appear to be having a technical difficulty… Er… I suppose that all we can do for now is continue with the show and hope she reappears… Er… I'm so sorry… Can we get the box off?'

To an awkward silence, Team Spirit was produced to carry the enormous box off again, straining slightly as they went.

'Ok, brilliant,' a stage-hand was saying as they put it down as quietly as they could. 'Everything's going perfectly to plan. You two, get ready for when you're on next.'

'Right,' Treecko answered for his exhausted teammate. Props needed finding, stuff needed arranging, there were a lot of logistics to sort out. It was hard work, even for the performers. Part of their jobs as stand-ins, unfortunately, meant pulling weight.

On the way out, he brushed past another figure, who turned and put her hands over her mouth to symbolise apology.

'It's ok, Cynthia,' Treecko said, knowing what it was that she was trying to say without words. 'By the way,' he added, 'that trick was great. Shadow Sneak comes in handy, eh?'

There was a nod. Hugh had been pleased about Cynthia's moveset for a good reason. With the ability of moving between any areas of darkness or shadow and taking objects into and out of them at her disposal, it made a whole arsenal of tricks far easier. The box, for example, had been a piece of cake. As long as they had a nice and obvious cue, it was simple for Cynthia work all the magic necessary by herself. After all, as Hugh had asked, it was dark in there.

'Great job,' Treecko said as if in summary and smiled. Cynthia smiled back, and… was that a blush? Was she nervous? It would make sense, after all… Or was she just… shy? What of?

'Hey Treecko, keep up!' Cam called behind him. Timing was everything.

'Sorry, coming! See you later,' Treecko said in parting, then hurried after his teammate, leaving behind the shiny Sableye that fiddled with her fluff and blushed awkwardly.


-



'Oh, I remember that one,' Cam agreed, back in the present. 'That was impressive, if a bit worrying at first. So,' he continued, turning his head slightly to talk to Team Siblings Band that strolled behind them, 'what about you two? Did you have any favourites?'

Will and Cynthia nodded cheerily.

'Heh, I bet I can guess, right? Will, I bet you really enjoyed that 'mind-reading' trick, eh? Am I right?'

Will just shrugged. Actually, Cam had been wrong, but there was no use telling him that…


-


'A short trick now, I think. Let's see… could the Marill in the second row come on stage, please? Thank you very much, madam,' Hugh said as he began his quick trick. 'Now, you'll see my assistant here is offering three cards – thank you, Cynthia -, each with a shape on them. One with a cross, one with a square and one with a circle. Pick one, please. Done that? Thank you. I need to see it, please. Right… Yes. Good. Now, as you can also see, there are three envelopes on that stand over there. Chose one and put the card in it, please.'

Going with the show, the audience Marill obediently put the card with the cross on it in the third envelope of the three on the small stand and sealed it.

Not having anything to do at this point, the teams watched from the sides. Hugh had said there would be a few that needed minimal assistance for, so they got to enjoy the show as spectators as well. The only exception in this case was Cam, who was on stage at the side looking polite while he waited for his part in the trick.

'Thank you,' Hugh continued. 'Please, you can take your seat again. Now, we're going to dispose of the other two envelopes for you, so Cam, if you plea-'

'Mr. Hugh!' Nie shouted in the wings and fluttered onstage, trying to look short on breath, a small envelope clutched in one of his feet. 'Important letter for you, Mr. Hugh!'

'Hm? Really? Can't it wait?'

'No sir. It's to do with the show, sir.'

'Well… Alright, but I'm sure it can wait until the end of this trick. I'll put it over here, ok? Anything else?'

'No sir. That was it, sir.'

'Ok. Thank you. Now, where were we?' he questioned rhetorically as Nie flapped off again. 'Ah, yes. You see, I have already predicted which envelope the shape you chose is in, so we're going to dispose of the others. Cam, would you do the honours?'

'Yes sir,' Cam replied. 'Which one first?'

'Hm… I think the one on the left. The first one.'

'Ok.' With a deft little toss, the Charmander using a brief burst of flame to incinerate the envelope mid-air. Trying not to blush at the 'Oohs,' in the crowd, he said 'Next one?'

'The… third one, if you please.'

'Ok, sir.' Another toss, another flame bout, more ash.

'Fabulous. Now,' Hugh said, reaching over, picking up the second envelope and opening it, 'I will now show you that the shape you chose is in the- Hang on…'

The envelope was empty, naturally.

'Hm, this is most irregular… Hm… Well, it appears that I'd better open this important letter first. Maybe then we can focus on finding this missing card.' Again showing his acting talent, Hugh appeared fairly nervous as he picked up Nie's letter and opened it. Carefully, he fished inside and produced a small bit of paper.

The crowd was filled with 'Ooh's. And then huge applause.

'Thank you!' Hugh shouted over the noise and gave a small bow, the paper he had taken from Nie's envelope still in his hand, the cross on it plainly visible, having seemingly been transported by magic. 'Thank you! And thank you very much to our volunteer!'

As the clapping continued, Will took his cue to wander onstage and retrieve Nie's letter. As he walked off into the wings again, he looked in the envelope and smiled. Then he casually dumped the envelope and the two bits of paper that Hugh hadn't needed to remove – one marked with a square, one with a triangle – in a nearby bin.


-


'Will?'

Will looked up, shaken from his thoughts.

'Thinking, were you?' Treecko said with a smile. 'Every right to, in my opinion. I mean, we sure put on a good show, didn't we?'

Will nodded in agreement. It had been a very good show.

'Well, here we are,' Cam was saying at the front of the small group, bringing the attentions back round. 'Hugh's dressing room. Great, all we've got to do is get all the stage stuff off and collect our reward. Will, if I help Treecko with his harness then can you sort out yourself and Cynthia?'

Of course Will could. There was no problem there.

As they started returning props and outfits from the stage to the cupboards, there was a collective feeling, both of relief and satisfaction. They'd done it. They'd actually done it. They'd put on a show and the audience had loved it. It had been amazing.

The ending had been particularly fun…


-


'Now, ladies and gentlemen, it is almost time to finish. But one last little trick first, before we go. Can we get the second box on?'

A long, covered box with three top hats on it was pushed on from the wings.

'Excellent. Now, here I have a ball,' Hugh continued, producing said ball from a pocket of his robe-costume. He raised the middle hat up slightly, put the ball underneath it and lowered it again. 'Now,' he said, 'can any of you tell me which hat the ball is under?'

'The middle one!' came a voice from the seats. Someone had to be clever.

With a slight smile, Hugh lifted the middle hat.

There was nothing there.

'Wrong, I'm afraid,' Hugh replied, trying not to sound smug. 'You see, it's actually under this one.'

Casually, he lifted the third hat.

The audience broke into applause.

'Oh, thank you,' Hugh said modestly, lowering the third hat over the ball again. 'This sort of thing happens all the time, you see. No wonder I'm always losing things.' He lifted the third hat and the ball was gone. Then, he raised the first hat. 'I mean, look.'

Never has a small red ball been such the focus of public attention as the loud applause that followed.

'Oh yes, my many and strange hats,' Hugh said anecdotally, lowering the hat once more. 'It's so weird, backstage in a magician show. Take this, for example.' He raised the first hat again. There was nothing there.

'Now, you're expecting it to be under one of these other hats, yes?' Hugh questioned rhetorically. 'Ah, but you'd be wrong.' He reached back into his robe. 'You see, it's actually gone back into my pocket again.'

Cam smiled as the audience clapped. They didn't even need any trickery here. It was as simple as Hugh keeping an extra ball in his pocket.

Hugh covered the ball once more. 'Yes, this sort of thing gets quite difficult backstage sometimes. But it can be convenient. What if I needed, say, a nice green one instead?' Casually, he lifted the hat.

The lime-green ball gleamed in the lights, until it was re-covered.

'Or, maybe, a slightly larger one?'

This time Hugh had to struggle to get the hat up over the rim of the ball.

'Oh yes, how strange and awkward it can be,' Hugh said wistfully as the audience clapped. 'You seem to lose things, and then they turn up in the funniest of places. It's not easy. Already, when I lift this hat the ball will be missing again.'

He did and it was.

'And now look what happens.'

Hugh carefully lifted the hat once more.

It wasn't the ball.

It was Misty.

Who, with tremendous sense of the appropriate, stood on one leg, waved her arms and said 'Ta-dah!'

The audience went wild.

'Thank you!' Hugh shouted over the noise and bowed. 'Thank you all for coming! It's been a great evening and we'd all like it if we could applaud my helpers too! Don't be shy, come on stage everyone!'

Team Spirit and Team Siblings Band bowed and swelled with pride as the audience applauded.

And that was how you do magic. Tricks, cleverness and an awful lot of using Shadow Sneak.


-


That was then. This is now.

In the middle of the casino, surrounded by machines, gamblers and the smell of excessiveness were five Pokemon.

'So, do you know how you're getting back?' Cam was asking.

Will and Cynthia nodded. It was obvious, really. The same way Team Spirit was going home, and should have come out to the city in the first place. Barty's services ran till late in the evening.

'It's a shame I couldn't catch Benny on the way out,' Treecko commented. 'I was hoping we'd get to see him again.'

Cam smiled. 'I'd be surprised if we never encounter him again. If nothing else then some day Tao Village will be on his list of destinations.'

'Yeah. Goodness knows enough goes on there.'

There was a gradual feeling of drawing to a close.

'We'll be seeing you later?'

Nodding.

'Great. Well, in that case… Well, see you later, I suppose.'

Will smiled, waved cheerfully, and then skipped off towards the door.

'Oh, wait! Will!'

The Spinda stopped and turned back to look back at Cam.

'Sorry, but I've got to know before you leave: how did you read that guy's mind like that? How?'

Will looked at the Charmander for a second. Then he smiled, winked and hurried away again.

'Nice couple, I thought- hm? Cynthia?' Treecko's thoughts were interrupted by the realisation that not all of the other team had left yet.

Cynthia the Sableye was standing next to them, staring at her feet and looking shy.

'What?' Treecko pressed, stepping a little closer. 'What is it?'

Cynthia, still looking shy, slowly fumbled closer to him. Then suddenly she reached up, kissed Treecko on the cheek and ran away giggling.

Cam and Misty looked at Treecko, who was rubbing his cheek where Cynthia had kissed him. They seemed to be expecting something.

Treecko was silent for a few seconds, then looked at them and said 'What a nice young lady.'

Cam facepalmed. Misty rolled her eyes heavenwards.

Treecko frowned. 'What? What is it? I don't get it-'

The penny, having had a long way to go, finally struck the bottom.

Treecko's hands flew to his mouth. He looked back at where Cynthia had run, then back to his team, then back again. 'Wha… Does she… Does she really…?'

Cam and Misty were nodding gently.

Treecko took a long look back the way Cynthia had gone, then tore down it with a cry of 'Cynthia! Come back! Wait up!'

Cam smiled at the sight of his friend tearing away. 'Looks like a rewarding mission all round, eh, Misty?'

'Er… Yeah! Yeah it was.'

'Hm. And actually, you've done very well.'

Misty looked up at him, as if nervously. 'Oh! Er… Have I?'

'Yes, actually,' Cam continued, unnoticing. 'I honestly thought that you'd have loads of potential to mess around and misbehave, but actually you've been very good this mission. I'm proud of you.'

'Er… Thanks…'

Slowly, Cam became aware of the faint nervous edge on Misty's voice. 'What? What is it?'

Misty fidgeted nervously. 'Well…'

'What?' Cam said in a voice of accumulating dread.

'You know how we finished the show?'

'Yes?'  

'And you know how we got that big cash reward from Miss Anana?'

'Yes…?'

'Well, you know how we're in a casino?'

'Yes…?'

Out on the beach, Treecko's admissions to Cynthia of his own deep-down love as well were interrupted by a colossal 'You did WHAT?!?'

Maybe not such a profitable mission for everyone, in the end…
Here's part 2 of my Merchant team's mission. I'm slightly happier with this part, but it's still not my best stuff. Ah well. It's finished in time and all that.
I didn't have enough material to do a full show, so instead I did some 'best bits' flashbacks. Artists have it easy.

Yes, Treecko and Cynthia are officially a couple. The idea was Neko-Keron's originally, but I was certainly up for it.

Something you may have missed: Hugh's opening is a reference to the beginning of the Muppets Show.

So yeah. i don't really know what else to say here. Enjoy.

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Oh the things that are spent and gained during the long Casino Nights.