( january event log )

[hownkai]

E V E N T

THE CHIMERA'S TALE "A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality." Something stirs in the air of Emiri. By now, the strange transmission is everywhere. People are actually beginning to talk about it, though in the quietest sense of the word. Anything in public areas will immediately be ignored, and even then, rumors are quickly snuffed out by the presence of the authorities, who have doubled in number due to the fact Federick Link has gone missing. Questions about his disappearance will not be answered or tolerated; anyone who attempts to even mention the name will be arrested and immediately detained. However, repercussions of Link mysteriously vanishing can be felt planet-wide. All interplanetary travel has been suspended until further notice. Transportation between cities and from city to Moira (and vice versa) are still possible, but every movement is now heavily monitored. Don't be surprised if you suddenly find yourself stopped or detained for questioning or someone goes through your things. The same night Link goes missing, those aboard the Moira experience a dream or vision. Yet, no one planet-side will even begin to know what is being said if someone decides to ask about them. DREAM #1The dream begins with the character's interpretation of a happy relationship, one filled with love and respect. It fades to show the image of Link'd Inc and what they are capable of, the comfort that comes from finding that perfect someone, and the boy's face can be seen, smiling and consoled by the fact that he has done this. He is responsible for this union and will continue to do whatever it takes for others to experience that same joy. Yet, this content will be ruined if the Komai are allowed to persist in spreading these lies of theirs. He wants you to know that they are wrong, that they are simply trying to chase you away from the possibility of a perfect future. Waking up is quiet, peaceful. There is an urge to stay that overshadows the panic slowly seeping through the ranks, and the only question in your mind is why would you want to leave? DREAM #2The dream begins with your character's interpretation of a failed relationship, one filled with pain and hardship. It fades to show the image of the Komai and what they are trying to stop, the chaos that comes from being forced into a match, and the girl's face can be seen, frowning and upset by the misery that comes from what she has done. She is responsible for this union and does not want to continue to do whatever it takes for others to experience this heartache. Yet, this sorrow will continue if Link'd Inc persists in spreading these lies of theirs. She wants you to know that they are wrong, that they are simply trying to force you into a possibility of a broken future. Waking up is loud, violent. There is an urge to leave that overshadows the panic slowly seeping through the ranks, and the only question in your mind is why haven't we left yet? ☄ HARASHAN Normally a bright jewel of Emirian culture, Harashan is looking rather ragged in the days that follows the transmission. Members of the Komai, or perhaps sympathizers looking to vent their frustrations, have tagged several buildings and public places with graffiti. Symbols of the Komai are everywhere, as well as denunciations of Link'd Inc in general. BROKEN LINKS? LET'S BREAK THE WHOLE DAMN CHAIN. DOWN WITH LINK! LOVE CAN'T BE FOUND IN A TEST! FREE THE CHILDREN! The mood is tense. Occasionally, security will try and enforce the law and errant artists can be seen being dragged away. Onlookers appear either suspicious and fearful, and children are virtually nonexistent on the streets. Things are slowly beginning to reach a boiling point, and if one of those trouble makers happens to pin the blame on you, don't say there wasn't ample time to get away. ☄ AVELLE The nightlife is everything. Welcome to Club Supernova. Once inside, it's difficult to see who is who and what's happening between patrons. The music is loud, the lights are flashing, and it's a hypnotic craze that is easy to be swept up in. Yet, not everyone is having a good time. Perhaps an hour or two into the evening, you notice someone out of place at the bar. Their clothes are dirty, body language almost nervous. With the bartender turned, you watch them slip something into the drinks lined up along the bar. If you go to confront them, they will react in one of two ways. One: they will attempt to cause a commotion in order to slip away. Give chase if you think you can catch them, but inevitably, they will be lost somewhere outside. Two: they whisper "Don't stay here." and promptly bite down hard, the capsule hidden in their mouth breaking and killing them. ☄ ST. MURTEL There's nothing abnormal about a check-up, now is there? You go in, the doctor looks you over, and then you're on your way without much fuss. Yet, what happens when a routine check-up - part of the all-inclusive deal of having taken the Link'd Inc survey - takes a strange turn? The nurse tells you that your doctor will be right in, but ten minutes turns to thirty, and thirty into an hour. If you choose to leave the room in search of some assistance, you'll discover that the halls are oddly empty; no nurses, doctors, or other patients anywhere around. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice movement, a quick flash of white—it's a child running in the opposite direction. When (or if) you reach the child, some of you may recognize them, some of you may not. The girl begs you for help, tells you that she doesn't want to do this anymore, but before you have the chance to respond, you're surrounded by officials who take the child away. If you try to stop them from taking the girl, you will be detained and sent back to the Moira with further instructions never to set foot in St. Murtel ever again. Eventually, the captains will come to the crew about finding the Komai in order to do whatever they have to so they can leave. Yet, they know it isn't safe for the entirety of the crew to be split up among the cities and would prefer to search one place--for both safety and a possible quick get-away. There will be a meeting in the mess hall asking for input and to share what anyone has seen or information that might not have been public knowledge to the rest of the crew. This is a ship-wide announcement, so anyone is free to attend.

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[rraidergirl]

Avelle.

[ The combination of everything, the explosion in the river, the broadcast and the dream, has Lara running on high alert. For anyone who met her when she first arrived, there's a familiar energy running through her, but it's focused. She's dressed down in plain clothes, jeans and a jacket, hoodie underneath with the hood up when she's not inside.

She slides her hand over the top of the drink of the person next to her, eyes tracking people in the crowd. ]

Don't drink that.

Harashan.
A.

[ The sensible thing would be to stay on the ship. But there's still crew out in the city and to be honest, she'd be climbing the Moira's walls in under a minute. Dressed down, but little things, gestures, accent, give her away as an outsider. Lara walks, hood up and calm, heading towards a familiar looking face when a loud, angry voice shouts across the street. ]

Hey! You!

B

[ Let's be honest, you weren't really sleeping anyway. And it seems like among all the other problems Emiri has, their message system is going haywire! Flashing on the MID is a message from the Harashan Link'd Inc Security Personnel Sector 5A. Whether you were the person who were supposed to get this message is another matter. ]

Please report to Link'd Inc Security Station Harashan Sec. 5A to retrieve personnel, currently held for suspicion of assault.

[ If you follow the instructions, you'll find yourself standing in front of a holding cell, in which is Lara, looking slightly bruised and apologetic. ]

Hello.

St. Murtel.

[ Lara thinks she might be doing a tour of Emiri's holding cells. At least this is a room and not an actual cell. She had kept her cool when the hospital personnel ripped the hauntingly familiar girl away from her and escorted her back to the waiting room. Outside the door, she counted to ten, turned and punched the doctor at her elbow and bolted down the hall.

As one does.

She skids to a stop alongside a familiar looking tussle: a Moira crew mate against several hospital personnel. ] Excuse me! Have you seen a little girl come through this way?

[ In the ensuing chaos, she grabs her crew mate's wrist and bolts off down another hall. ]

Avelle

[whynotgoonmyown]

[When Lara first puts her hand over his drink, he stares at her, frowning in confusion. What, what did he miss?

And then, out the corner of his eyes, he spots someone further down, slipping something into the other drinks.]

Shit...

[He's fairly confident in his immunity to drugs, courtesy of being a werewolf, but... There's just something about knowing your drink's been spiked that makes you lose your will to drink it.]

When it rains, it has to pour, doesn't it?

srry tyler

[rraidergirl]

[ She gives him a slight smile. ]

Must be something in the water. Speaking of.

[ She takes the drink out of his hand, setting it on the bar. ]

You may want to pretend you don't know me. [ She slings the drink down the bar with a twist of her wrist, knocking into the line of drinks, the last splashing over the hands of the person who'd done the tampering. They look up startled and turn, bolting through the crowd, Lara hot on their heels. ]

[whynotgoonmyown]

[He knows he should probably listen to Lara's advice and just stick around, pretend he saw nothing, and maybe go back.

But no, he doesn't do that. He lets out a huff of frustration at himself, and follows Lara, catching up to her as fast as he can as he too runs through the crowd.]

[rraidergirl]

[ Lara will be grateful after the fact. And maybe feel a little guilty that every time she runs into Tyler it seems like she gets him neck deep in trouble.

Speaking of. The hooded person ahead tears open an emergency door and bolts through, Lara not far behind. A fire alarm blares loud as they pelt helter skelter up the stairs, another door flying open and spilling them out onto the roof. The figure dashes across and, without a backward glance, jumps, landing with a tumble on the roof of the nearby building. Lara follows, scrambling a little at the edge the roof and using it to boost herself up and into a tackle. She manages to catch the figures leg, but gets a kick in the chest as her reward knocking her back. ]

[whynotgoonmyown]

[Chases like this, Tyler is really glad he's a werewolf. While he's still not exactly an expert at jumping around through rooftops, the extra strength and speed certainly come in handy once he has room to move.

By the time he catches up to Lara, the hooded person is up and ready to bolt away, only to stop Tyler as he tries to grab them with a swift kick to the stomach, and a punch to the nose. There's a rather audible crack on impact, and he ends up kneeling on the floor, holding his nose and a trying to regain his breath.]

Son of a bitch!

[Meanwhile, the person bolts away.]

[rraidergirl]

[ Lara rolls to her feet as Tyler goes down, but the distance the person has gained in staggering the both of them is just enough. They jump again, disappearing into the shadows just as Lara reaches the edge of the rooftop.

Lara pulls back, away from the edge and towards Tyler, kneeling beside him. ]

Are you all right?

harashan (B)

[skelepun]

[To say it's been a day would be a drastic understatement. Were the days always this long? Since his minor fiasco this morning, sleep lost much of its usual appeal. Without it, the hours seemed to stretch on interminably. How did people manage it?

The blip of his MID receiving a message seemed a promising distraction, or at least it did until he read it. Suspicion of assault...? More than a few members of the Moira crew could be capable of that, but there was only one that might call him in that situation.

"Lara..." Sans muttered, hefting himself up out of bed. By the time his foot made contact with the ground, the Moira was long gone. In its place stood the dark, looming walls of the Link'd Inc. Security Station. A few exchanged words, and Sans came face to face with exactly who he was expecting.

"Hey, kiddo." Sans waved back at the security officer escorting him, hoping he'd get the hint to back off. He didn't. "Let's go home."

[rraidergirl]

Lara glances from the security officer to Sans, standing up slowly. She hadn't actually gotten in a fight with security itself. Technically. But then again, the night was young.

"Sorry to drag you out here like this."

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[skelepun]

"C'mon, it's not like I was doing anything else."

He waited for the security guard to unlock the cell, fixing them with a look when their back was turned. It was subtle, but there was a definite sharpness to his perpetual grin that wasn't there before. Needless to say, Lara's injuries had not gone unnoticed.

The guard made a pithy comment about family resemblance as he unlocked the door. Sans may have gotten a little creative with describing their relationship. As he shoved her roughly out into the main hall, Sans's eyelights seemed to flash.

"How 'bout I buy you lunch and you tell me the whole story."

there there

[rraidergirl]

She raises an eyebrow at Sans when the guard comments, a little smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Family resemblances?

It takes every part of her not to turn around and punch the guard when he shoves her, teeth gritted and fists clenching. She barely manages to take her coat before the guard can throw it at her. There's a tense moment where the guard seems to be silently daring her to make a move and Lara seriously debating it. The moment breaks when Lara steps away, putting on her coat.

"It's not a terribly interesting story." There's more than a little bite in her voice, but she's already moving towards the exit, "But I won't say no to a meal."

[skelepun]

The tension was felt by more than just the guard and Lara. Sans watched them both, analyzing body language and facial expressions. They told a pretty fully featured story, and one that he didn't particularly like. This entire city was getting on his last damn nerve.

That black eye was just icing on an already overfrosted cake.

"Awesome." His grin broadened. "Can you come over here a sec?"

[rraidergirl]

Pausing, Lara did as he asked, stepping towards him. She wasn't entierly sure, but that grin didn't seem like. Well, one of the many of grins that she could classify as "normal Sans."

"What is it?"

St. Murtel

[neveroutwrenched]

[You'd think a thanks would be in order but in the chaos, Ratchet's not trusting anyone, and as they round the corner pulls back on the hand that had helped, halting their progress. All the week's paranoia and sense of just-out-of-sight danger were finally starting to roll to the forefront and Ratchet's voice is full of distrustful edge.]

Uh, whoa, hold up, who the hell are you?

[The words are barely out of his mouth before his eyes fall on the MID, and he realizes she was from the Moira, and probably trying to help.]

[rraidergirl]

[ She's not entierly surprised by his reaction. She lets go when he pulls away, turning to face him and holding up her hands to show they're empty. ]

Sorry, that was a bit spur of the moment. My name's Lara, I'm the Moira's chronicler, and we should probably hide for a bit.

[neveroutwrenched]

[He didn't know they had a chronicler.]

Uh, alright. Okay. [He glances over his shoulder in time to see the some of the hospital staff were turning the corner, looking none too pleased.]

Yeah, let's do that. I'm guessing the rest your plan is gonna be just as spur of the moment?

[rraidergirl]

[ Yes, that did look like trouble. Lara glanced around the hall, eyes landing on a cart full of canisters near them. They looked rather fragile and important. ]

As it happens.

[ She leaps to the cart, grabbing it and with a solid shove, sends it careening towards the hospital staff. ]

Right, now we run.

[neveroutwrenched]

My kind of problem solving.

[Ratchet flashes her a grin before turning heel, taking her original lead. All the hallways in this facility look the same, but he's reasonably sure they're heading further into the building rather than out...but then, his sense of direction had never been that great.]

At least it's good to get off the ship and stretch our legs, huh?

[rraidergirl]

[ She very nearly laughs, but saves her breath for the sprint down the hallway. ]

Always glad for a bit of exercise-- Damn!

[ The last part is barely muffled as she skids to a stop. Around the corner she can hear the soft murmur of a room full of people. Well... At least they've got enough of a lead on the ones chasing them, they just need to be very quiet and careful. ]

Harashan A

[aminerproblem]

[With the planet growing more and more destabilized, scouting the clearest route back to the shuttles in holoform made the most sense. No need to exacerbate the already tense situation by being a 30-foot tall target.]

[Megatron may not have gotten too acquainted with Lara previously, but his human form still wore a variation of the Moira uniform. The avatar only offers a cursory glance to the side as an angry voice calls out to them from somewhere down the street.]

[It then continues walking as if it they hadn't said anything at all, expecting Lara to follow. The last thing they needed was to get in a fight.]

[rraidergirl]

[ Lara falls into step beside the, frankly, terrifying woman in the Moira uniform. Behind them, the angry voice grows louder, strengthened by a few low grumbles of agreement. She resists the urge to look back to see how many of them there are. ]

They're going to follow us.

[aminerproblem]

[Megatron hears them too, and begins to scan over the area in front of them. Should it come down to a fight, it would be best to bottleneck them into an alleyway to get picked off one or two at a time.]

Let them. Most of this rabble is just an attempt at intimidation.

[The holoform glances at the woman out of the corner of her eye.]

What's your name?

[rraidergirl]

[ The further they go, the darker the city becomes, the distance between the street lights growing. Lara tries to keep the tension out of her shoulders. She doesn't like being out in the open like this, with a threat right behind her. ]

Rather effective.

[ She rolls her shoulders a little and does not look back. ]

I'm Lara.

[aminerproblem]

Lara of Earth, I assume.

[The holoform looks back ahead.]

How quickly can you run?

[rraidergirl]

[ A little twitch of a smile. ]

Of Earth, yes.

[ And she's really not sure she likes the sound of that. Behind them, the voices seem to be growing louder, companions joining the first man in shouting. ]

Pretty fast. Is that the plan?