hold me close || birthday party, open

[harrison.]

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— the bar was alive that evening. people chatted amongst themselves over drinks, laughing and having a good time. music played gently in the background. old valentine’s day decorations brightened up the place and made it look like a true celebration. it definitely didn’t scream that it was a birthday party, but at this point in the new world, people had to take what they could get. harrison stood with mollie over by the bar, drink in hand.

if there was anything harrison could probably get right, it would be knowing how to throw a decent birthday party. trying to throw one for himself and mollie - a joint birthday party celebration - had been a promising idea that he couldn’t refuse when he found out about her nearing birthday. it at least looked like people were having a good time, playing bar games and drinking.

freddie slid over next to them, two drinks in hand. “you know, i usually don’t let anyone put these tacky decorations up in my bar.” the remark was casual, as if it wasn’t an insult about the over-the-top valentine’s day decorations. “but on special occasions i’ve been known to make a few exceptions.” harrison huffed a gentle breath, seemingly amused as he half-smiled.
“exceptions? having it here was your idea, if i remember.” fred seemed briefly surprised to be called out like that, though he quickly recovered as he said, looking between the two, “well, yeah… if it’s for two special people, yeah?” his gaze noticeably lingered on mollie’s just a bit too long. harrison playfully rolled his eyes, shaking his head to himself as he stepped away from the bar.

other people could be oblivious to how the duo felt about each other - maybe fred was still oblivious himself - but harrison wasn’t so easily fooled.

”well, thanks for all your help. i appreciate it.” turning, he then headed towards the empty game of beer pong, gesturing around towards nearby folks. “any takers for a game of beer pong?”

fred watched for a moment before looking back towards mollie, holding out one of the drinks in his hand. “how about a drink for the lucky birthday girl, huh?”


/// ayyyeee so harrison and mollie are having a joint bday party celebration since their birthdays are close ! i figured it'd be some fun : ' ) calm before the storm ASDFASF

[JOSEPHINE]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]oh how she missed partying with her other flintlockers — even if she doesn’t really know any of the people it’s for. joey’s not one to turn down a party, she smirks as harrison calls for anyone to play some beer pong, walking by the bar and grabbing a drink that wasn’t hers, but now is. she wanders over to harrison and glances at the table, pursing her lips in thought as if it’s a hard choice. of course she’s going to wipe the floor with whatever poor sucker decides to play against her. ” i’ll play, “ she agrees, turning to look at him and offering a little smile, [color=#990000]” i’ll even be on your team, consider it a birthday present, “ she tells him, only half joking. ever since she’s come back from bluestem, her ego’s inflated more than usual.

she begins to set up after taking some cups, forming the iconic two triangles to classic beer pong. [color=#990000]” who’s ready to lose, “ she calls to all the people in the bar, a big grin on her lips, eyelashes fluttering some in an attempt to entice more people to join.


// this is so bad. BUT!! feel free to have ur oc be who she took the drink from if u want.


[spoiler=tags, updated 02/07/2021]◜BASICS ┊ [color=#990000]I HAD A DREAM◞
&. ❝ josephine elena van doren ❞ |  joey, hoey | female [ she/her ] .
&. 22 years old . | november first ; scorpio .
&. reaper of flintlock lodge .

◜PERSONALITY ┊ GOT EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED◞
&. impulsive . outgoing . femme fatale . flirtatious . seemingly emotionless . guarded . self-destructive . obsessive . hot headed . reckless . kleptomania tendencies . selfish . brat .  assertive . loyal to those close to her . intuitive . stubborn . passionate . self-preserving . quick . nosey . reliable . non-committal . determined . secretive . resentful . resourceful . distrusting .

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ NOT WHAT YOU THINK ◞
&.  five foot six & one hundred and seventeen pounds ; reference .
↳ blonde hair just past her collarbone, grows a dirtier blonde, lightening up as soon as any sun touches it .
↳ slim, muscular build. legs on the longer side .
↳ big blue/green doe eyes, light yet well-groomed eyebrows, full lips, dimples .

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ AND IF I’M BEING HONEST ◞
&.  [ 8/10 ] physically  |  [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ medium ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #990000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

◜INVENTORY ┊ IT MIGHT’VE BEEN A NIGHTMARE◞
&. [ 2 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 2 ] aid items | [ 1 ] misc .
↳ one combat knife .
↳ a three piece throwing knife set
↳ a bracelet from her late mother, each one of her sisters has a piece to the same set, their mother having the biggest piece

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ TO ANYONE WHO MIGHT CARE◞
&. elizabeth van doren (npc) x malcolm van doren (npc) | second youngest of nine children .
↳ cassian van doren, eldest, flintlock .
↳ beau van doren, second eldest, unknown .
↳ range rover van doren, unknown & scarlett van doren, dead .
↳ auden van doren, unknown & tara van doren, dead .
↳ maxine van doren, just older than joey, flintlock .
↳ richard van doren, youngest, flintlock .
&. pansexual, panromantic ; mongamous  . | scared of commitment, however enjoys casual fun .
&. lover to william stirling
↳ reoccurring friends with benefits.
↳ parents to rosalie willa van doren, five months old .
&. lover to theodore knope
↳ partner in the badlands
&. crushing on cassidy van den bergh[/spoiler]

[COLT MADISON.]

[align=center][div style="width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.4; color: black;"]— Colt wasn't one to turn down the opportunity for a good time. Despite the fact that he told himself he wasn't going to get too close to any of the Flintlockers, he couldn't resist a good night out. He was sitting at the bar with his drink beside him, leaning against the counter, taking in the atmosphere. The air was warm, and smelled of beer and pine; the place was packed, with people moving from conversation to conversation, bringing with them a symphony of chatter and laughter. It reminded Colt of his old life - on the nights when he and his buddies would get to hang out after training. It was one of the few things in the Ring that he could look back on fondly. The mercenary was content to sit and observe, occasionally sipping on his drink - until someone snagged it from under his nose.

Colt sat up, doing a bit of a double-take - after all, Joey had grabbed his beer with such confidence that for a moment, she had him doubting that it had been his in the first place. He blinked a few times before standing up and walking over to her, rolling his shoulders. "So - drinks are free reign, huh?" He'd ask her, gesturing to the beer in her hand. To be honest, he didn't care that she'd taken it from him - it was half-empty anyways. "In that case..." He reached over and attempted to pull one of the drinks from Freddie's hands with a wink. "Thanks, Frederick." There were plenty of drinks behind the bar, and Fred was closer - he could grab another one. He glanced back to Joey, half-grin on his face. "Hey, I'll face you - don't expect to win, though." Was he any good at beer pong? No. Was he still going to talk shit? Definitely.

[MOLLIE.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Her birthday was in three days — hell, she was at her own party organised by the Flintlockers — but she felt no joy nor excitement about a day reserved to celebrate her and Harrison’s life. Not with the newly found secret that had been growing inside her, infesting her body like a parasite. So often the social butterfly who’d be seen dancing on tables at parties, never without a drink in her hand, Mollie kept to herself in the bar, leaning against Harrison at the bar empty-handed as she watched the party liven up once guests began to arrive.

She so badly wished she could have been ignorant to the truth for just one more day, one more day to let her hair down and be effortlessly herself, but instead her body was stiff, unwilling to think of anything other than the fact that she had fallen pregnant with Frederick Stirling’s child. She was sickened, not at all by Freddie but at the fact that their unproblematic life together would be coming to an explosive ending. They were supposed to be friends, she’d so stubbornly insist.

The way she’d deny that she had fallen in love had broken her.

Never knowing whether Freddie felt the same way as she did and now this new revelation, Mollie feared the worst. Freddie was never one for commitment, and nor was she, but maybe they were each other’s only exceptions. After all, they were as thick as thieves, unstoppable together. Maybe Mollie ought to be less pessimistic. Maybe — just maybe — things could work out between them once he eventually found out.

Her gaze followed Freddie as he approached with two drinks in his hand, lips pulled into a toothy smile as he stopped nearby. Perhaps her smile was all genuine, her usual joy to see the idiot that she’d fallen for, but she held the smile for a moment too long, desperate to at least seem pleased about the event. She was grateful for Freds’ and Harrison’s effort, of course, but she barely wanted to celebrate when she’d rather hide from the world.

She rolled her eyes as Fred weaved his usual charm into the conversation, straightening up once Harrison walked away to offer a game of beer pong, leaving Mollie and Fred in each other’s company. A drink was held out for her, Mollie’s face evidently twitching with anxiety as she stared down at the drink. She couldn't care less about the life growing inside her, but would it be dangerous for her to drink whilst pregnant? She hesitated, before huffing a short breath of laughter.

❝ The lucky birthday girl, huh? ❞ She stalled, quirking a brow before resting a hand on his forearm. ❝ Why? Because you’re here, Freddie Stirling? ❞ Swallowing hard, eyes lowered briefly at the drink he offered — he knew exactly what her favourite drink was, as well — before she slowly pulled her hand away to hesitantly take the drink. ❝ Just what I needed, thanks. ❞ She hummed with uncertainty before lowering the drink onto the counter.

❝ So - drinks are free reign, huh? ❞ Mollie looked over at Colt, watching as he plucked the other drink out of Fred’s hand before Mollie cackled with laughter. ❝ Hey, he has a point. ❞ She exclaimed, biting down on her lip before lifting the drink up once again to hold back out for Fred to take. ❝ Here, have mine; I can just get myself another one. ❞ She was quick to dismiss, quirking the corner of her lip. Fred would not dare to take the drink, she imagined, but it was worth a shot.

Mollie slowly lowered the drink onto the bar once more, looking over towards the game of beer pong being set up until she piped up, ❝ Hey! I’ll watch you guys. Gotta make sure none of you cheat. ❞ Turning away from Freddie and the bar, she began to wonder over towards the group getting ready to play the game, leaving the drink behind on the counter.

[STIRLING.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Ah, this was what William missed. His little brother’s snazzy bar with drinks incessantly on the house and company far better than those straw-suckling hillbillies. Whilst the prairie’s balmy weather was certainly preferable compared to the bone-chilling cold of the mountain range (like a reptile, William would gladly bask in the sunrays all day if he could, making the most of the warmth), there really was no place like home with these grouchy do-gooders and, for the most part, miserable fucks. He’d blame the cold on that one — hell, he was miserable in the winter season up here — but for some people, the misery seemed to be a permanent feature.

But not today, William would observe as he leaned against the wall, tipping back a bottle of beer to chug whilst his eyes observed the ongoing celebration. It wasn’t long before Harrison suggested a game of beer pong, a competitive gleam in William’s eyes as he finished his drink and left the bottle aside before approaching the table. ❝ Atta boy, Harrison. ❞ Will purred with amusement, hand squeezing Harrison’s shoulder before patting his back. Next, he wandered over to stand beside Joey, dimples sinking in with a grin as he looked between her and Colt. ❝ Oof, those are fighting words, big guy. Best take 'em back now before we whoop your ass, hey Joey? ❞

[harrison.]

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— so joey was the first one to step up and say that she wanted to play. raising his brows, harrison smiled gently at her idea of a “birthday present” - letting him be on her team. sometimes, he could be amazed by someone’s confidence, perhaps even be a bit envious. oh, he would kill to have confidence like joey. looking down at the cups, he huffed a short breath. “wow. thanks.” even while he tried to deadpan the words, the amusement in his voice slipped through nonetheless, eyes lifting up to look back at her. hey, if she was so confident that she would win, then maybe having her on his side wouldn’t be a bad birthday gift at all.

then again, it seemed like everyone was fairly confident they’d win, he’d come to find out.

colt joined in, mollie coming over to say that she would spectate. and then will, squeezing harrison’s shoulder and patting his back, seeming glad that there was finally a drinking game at the party. he hummed a few short notes of laughter as will patted his back, watching as he went to stand beside joey. after a moment, he stepped over to join colt’s side. “alright. colt and i will be a team, you and joey can be the other. we’ll see who’s actually going to get it handed to ‘em, hey?” talking shit was contagious, it seemed.

though, as big of a game as he talked, he looked towards colt as he lowered his voice to a near-whisper and said, ”i hope you’re good at this. because i’m really not.” oh, their team was massively in trouble, wasn’t it?

[spoiler=tags ― updated 02/23.][size=8pt]◜BASICS ┊ YOU KNEW WHO I WAS WITH EVERY STEP ◞
‣  ❝ harrison rose ❞ | harris | male [he/him] .
‣ 31 years old . | february 19th ; pisces.
‣  currently lives in the village of flintlock lodge
↳ owns a hair salon in the village

◜PERSONALITY ┊ ONLY BLUE OR BLACK DAYS ◞
‣ kind . sensible . confident . sympathetic . clever . loyal . fun-loving . family-oriented . creative . gentle . honest . soft . independent . unlucky . realist . overprotective over those he cares about . sweet . has trust issues . lacks even an ounce of toxic masculinity . outgoing .
↳ has a love for animals and nature . a hairstylist . loves baking, fishing, and tending to the animals of flintlock
↳ likes to call people silly nicknames from time to time

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ HONEY THERE IS NO RIGHT WAY ◞
‣ five foot nine & one hundred and fifty eight pounds ; reference .
↳ short, thin, dirty blonde hair
↳ skinny frame lacking much muscle tone
↳ hazel eyes, often wears a gentle smile .

◜ FAMILY ┊ I FALL IN LOVE JUST A LITTLE OL' LITTLE BIT  ◞
‣  frank rose x linda rose | deceased
↳ frank passed away from an illness . linda passed away defending her children from thieves that broke into the home .
‣ has an older sister, penelope
↳ passed away the same night as linda trying to rescue her mom
‣ has a younger sister, ellie
↳ lives in flintlock . they're very close .
‣ uncle to grace

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ HOW PURE, HOW SWEET A LOVE ◞
‣  homosexual ; monogamous | taken
‣ current boyfriend of colton overton

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ SOMEHOW ESCAPES THE BURNING WEIGHT ◞
‣  [ 10/10 ] physically  |  [ 10/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ very easy ] | difficulty w/ melees [ very easy ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ very easy ]
‣ [member=1512]elysian.[/member] | dm for any major plots .
‣  friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .[/size][/spoiler]

[freddie]

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— it was rare to see fred put any effort into making someone else feel special. frederick often seemed the type to push others down, or do things that would only benefit him. there was no use in serving others when it proved to be of no benefit to him, that much he was sure. however, as much as the man told himself that, he still found himself helping put together a party in his bar. a birthday party for harrison and mollie. had harrison come to him about throwing the party just for his birthday alone, freddie admittedly would have been more reluctant. whenever there was even the slightest chance that he could make mollie happy,  though, fred seemed quick to try and make it happen. he’d do anything to make mollie’s day.

is that how he knew he loved her? that he’d put his own selfishness, his pride, aside just to see a genuine smile appear on her lips? as aware of these feelings as he was, he rarely dared to admit it to himself. no one else knew or assumed. he never voiced it to anyone else, let alone to the person that it would have mattered most to know. if he told her, then everything would change, there would be things expected of him that he knew he couldn’t live up to. frederick stirling was a man that was never meant to love someone. he felt bad for the unlucky person his heart longed for.

terrified as he was about the idea of commitment, about how he felt, he just couldn’t stay away from mollie. even in a room filled with busy partygoers, he pushed his way through the crowd to get to her and offer her a drink. her favorite drink. fred liked to pride himself on just how well he knew mollie.

he knew her well enough to be shocked when she didn’t immediately take the drink from his hand. at first, he didn’t immediately think anything of it. instead a small grin started to grow as she rested a hand on his forearm, inquiring whether she was lucky because he was there. he shook his head gently, handing her the drink. “well, i wasn’t going to say it, but since you did...” he didn’t have too long before colt plucked fred’s own drink from his hand, the blond turning to watch him was by. one of these days, he was going to knock the lights out of the man. you did not get between frederick and his booze. hell, if the party hadn’t been to celebrate a birthday, perhaps he truly would have let him have it.

instead, mollie cackled, held her drink out for him to take. he waved a dismissive hand. “don’t worry about it. i’ll get my own.” leaning against the bar, he observed as the game of beer pong began to start. he didn’t think much of mollie’s behavior at all until mollie turned away from the bar, wandering towards the game. his gaze absently wandered the bar, eyes slowly lingering on the untouched drink mollie left behind. he visibly paused, then looking towards the game to find mollie standing by and spectating.

was it something he said? fred tried not to dwell on it, though his mood seemed more dampened. grabbing a drink before he left the bar, he went to stand by the table. a bit more distanced from mollie than he normally would have been. “no offense, guys, but i’m thinking joey and will are gonna win this one. they're the a-team of beer pong... whenever i'm not playing, at least,” he pointed out, feigning amusement as he took a drink of his beer.

[spoiler=tags ― updated 03/04.][size=8pt]◜BASICS ┊ THE CURSES OF DIAMONDS AND RINGS ◞
‣  ❝ frederick flynn stirling ❞ | freddie, fred, freds | male [he/him] .
‣ 24 years old . | june 20th; gemini.
‣  currently the warlord of flintlock lodge

◜PERSONALITY: ESTP ┊ ONLY AT FIRST DID IT HAVE ITS APPEAL ◞
‣  boisterous . adaptable . athletic . articulate . brilliant . captivating . charismatic . charming . clever . confident . precise . youthful . loyal . amusing. aggressive . deceptive . proud . smooth . stubborn . traditional . argumentative . conceited . difficult . greedy . power-hungry . impatient .
↳ lover of beer and attention
↳ considers himself royalty

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ NOW YOU CAN'T TELL THE FALSE FROM THE REAL ◞
‣ five foot ten & one hundred and seventy five pounds ; reference .
↳ blonde hair kept short and neat
↳ muscular, toned build
↳ blue eyes , often alight with mischief , a deceitful smile

◜ FAMILY ┊ EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH TURNS TO GOLD ◞
‣  kelby stirling x lydia clarks | whereabouts unknown
‣ has a brother named william and two sisters named harriet and lucy
‣ large family; multiple cousins and other relatives

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ STATUES AND EMPIRES ARE ALL AT YOUR HANDS ◞
‣  bisexual ; monogamous | never had a serious relationship before . noncommittal
‣ ex-lover to mollie hawthorne
↳ when she announced she was pregnant, he broke things off with her to avoid commitment . still loves her .

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ WHO CAN YOU TRUST ? ◞
‣  [ 9/10 ] physically  |  [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ very difficult ] | difficulty w/ melees [ difficult ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ difficult ]
‣ [member=1512]elysian.[/member] | dm for any major plots .
‣  friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .[/size][/spoiler]

[JOSEPHINE]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]she pulls back her head head, eyebrows raised in disbelief at colt’s confidence. letting out an airy chuckle, ” that’s cute, “ she mentions, with a shrug of her shoulders, [color=#990000]” thinking you have a chance, “ joey counters with a half smirk. some good smack talk never hurt anybody, but she does have a tendency to step over the line, so this is pretty tame. she grabs the two ping pong balls from the table, moving them in hand as will approaches. the warning colt’s way does make her smile a little, him backing her up, but then the assertion of the two being on a team causes joey to open her mouth in protest. while being undermined has never been something she’s okay with, however, she’s gotta admit that the two of them do in fact make a great team. anything to win, right? no other reason... eventually, she nods affirmatively and then grins.

while everything is being set up, the cups in formation on both ends and full, joey takes the time to finish the drink she already has, letting the others do the work. she turns her head to look at freddie with his compliment, then the light backhand at the end. [color=#990000]” aw, common, freds! you know we’d wipe the floor with you too, “ joey giggles, throwing a playful punch to his shoulder. [color=#990000]” i’ll go first, “ she hums, stepping up to the end of the table, taking a ping pong ball in her right hand, the other in her left. after a moment of pursed lips and scrunched nose as she assesses where to go for. she gently tosses the ball, straight into one of the cops along the left side. she grins, glancing back at will, somewhat looking for some type of praise. [color=#990000]” balls back! “ she commands as she lines up her next shot. it hits the lip of one of the cups before shooting off to the side. joey isn’t exactly happy with this, a light scowl but she quickly pushes it away, shrugging her shoulders before taking back her ball once again. with this shot, it looks like it’ll go in the cup, but rolls out at the last second. [color=#990000]” robbed! “


[spoiler=tags, updated 03/28/2021]◜BASICS ┊ [color=#990000]I HAD A DREAM◞
&. ❝ josephine elena van doren ❞ |  joey, hoey | female [ she/her ] .
&. 22 years old . | november first ; scorpio .
&. reaper of flintlock lodge .

◜PERSONALITY ┊ GOT EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED◞
&. impulsive . outgoing . femme fatale . flirtatious . seemingly emotionless . guarded . self-destructive . obsessive . hot headed . reckless . kleptomania tendencies . selfish . brat .  assertive . loyal to those close to her . intuitive . stubborn . passionate . self-preserving . quick . nosey . reliable . non-committal . determined . secretive . resentful . resourceful . distrusting .

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ NOT WHAT YOU THINK ◞
&.  five foot six & one hundred and seventeen pounds ; reference .
↳ blonde hair just past her collarbone, grows a dirtier blonde, lightening up as soon as any sun touches it .
↳ slim, muscular build. legs on the longer side .
↳ big blue/green doe eyes, light yet well-groomed eyebrows, full lips, dimples .

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ AND IF I’M BEING HONEST ◞
&.  [ 8/10 ] physically  |  [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ medium ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #990000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

◜INVENTORY ┊ IT MIGHT’VE BEEN A NIGHTMARE◞
&. [ 2 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 2 ] aid items | [ 1 ] misc .
↳ one combat knife .
↳ a three piece throwing knife set
↳ a bracelet from her late mother, each one of her sisters has a piece to the same set, their mother having the biggest piece

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ TO ANYONE WHO MIGHT CARE◞
&. elizabeth van doren (npc) x malcolm van doren (npc) | second youngest of nine children .
↳ cassian van doren, eldest, flintlock .
↳ beau van doren, second eldest, unknown .
↳ range rover van doren, unknown .
↳ scarlett van doren, flintlock .
↳ tara van doren, unknown .
↳ julian van doren, flintlock .
↳ maxine van doren, just older than joey, flintlock .
↳ richard van doren, youngest, deceased .
↳ lucky van doren, cousin, flintlock .
&. pansexual, panromantic ; mongamous  . | scared of commitment, however enjoys casual fun .
&. lover to william stirling
↳ reoccurring friends with benefits.
↳ parents to rosalie willa van doren, seven months old .
&. lover to theodore knope
↳ partner in the badlands
&. crushing on cassidy van den bergh[/spoiler]