thisavrou_log | ( january event log )

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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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[Eric suddenly realizes that he could've come off as quite rude with his question, especially when the... skeleton... looked to him with a furrowed brow bone. That brought up enough questions by itself.]

Ah, I didn't mean to be rude. I meant to say did you find anything odd about your night last night?

Uh... yeah, as a matter of fact. [Sans cocked his skull to the side, settling his jaw against his palm.] Did you?

[Maybe this was bigger than just him and Lara. Sans looked more bemused than concerned about finding out the answer to that, but there was interest in his eye sockets nonetheless.]

I did, as it happens... [He thumbs his chin momentarily.] I believe it wasn't one of my own dreams but rather something implanted.

A lot of that seems to be going around. Not that I'm an expert, analyzing sleep isn't exactly my dream job, heh.

[Sans cleared his throat, moving aside to give Eric room to sit, should he choose to.]

So what didja see?

[Eric chuckles but its not at the pun, mostly because of the fact that he'd been analyzing his own dreams extensively since he hit puberty, he moves down to sit though.]

A girl... the breakdown of a relationship... pain. [He shrugs.] The usual things one might expect in an ill omen.

Yeah, guess that about covers all the bases. In a manner of speaking.

[With the added benefit of mirroring his own dream almost exactly.]

So what'd yours look like? Your girl, I mean.

She was a little girl, Caucasian, brown hair, visibly distressed. [He checks these things off as if it were a checklist.] Anatomically speaking one could assume bipedal human physiology.

Heh, it's always hard to tell in dreams, isn't it? [Sans rubbed at his eye socket, smiling distantly.] Sounds exactly like mine, though.

I won't lie to you, pal, I don't dream of humans much. [A lie, technically, but it wasn't the one human he did dream about. That made it as good as the truth, in Sans' mind.] Kinda sounds like you might be right about your implanting theory.

Well, I'd find it similarly difficult in the real world- this is my first example of dealing with alien species so I'm not a natural at telling the difference.

[He nods.] Well, I suppose I should say I know I'm right. I have a lot of experience with dreams.

Oh yeah? [Sans leaned forward, grin taking a turn for the lazily interested.] Manage to snag yourself a dream job?

[He just chuckles.] Well my job here is much the same as my job at home, except at home I tend to have more patients. I do have experience though with implanted dreams, its one of the perks of being the High Priest of my coven- memories come to me, of my people, through dreams.

[That sure was a mouthful of words. Some of them Sans knew, some of them he decidedly didn't.]

Coven, huh? Some kind of hospital...?

[He shakes his head.] Not a hospital, no. A coven is a group, or more a family of witches.

[Well. That was a bit of a surprise. Sans took another sip of his OJ, grinning skeptically at Eric behind the glass.]

Witches, huh? So you can do magic?

[It wasn't unheard of, sure, especially not here. But the idea of it was still somewhat boggling.]

[Eric smiles around the rim of his own steaming mug of coffee.]

I can, yes. [He wondered where this conversation was going to go though, especially considering people tended to have quite intense reactions to magic.]

Alright, show me what you got.

[Witches, mages, whatever you called them, they loomed large in the legends of his people. Humans who could harness a monster's abilities and use it to create powerful barriers. It was enough to make Sans a little uneasy, though he hid it well.]

What I've got? [Eric just dead-eye stares at him for a couple of moments before he barks out a laugh.] Whatever do you mean? I'm hardly about to show off every step of my magical repertoire...

Nah, nah, not every step. I'm easy. [Sans settled in, chin cupped in his hands, looking very much in anticipation of a show.] Just whatever you've got in your back pocket.

[Eric just shakes his head again, taking another sip of his coffee- if he wanted to see what was in Eric's back pocket he was going to stick with the basics, simple stuff, elemental work.

He lays his hand on the table palm upwards, his free hand still holding the coffee cup to his lips. He conjures them individually- first a ball of flame that burns too bright, his favourite element, the flame dies being replaced by a tornado that whips itself into a frenzy before he kills it, next a small ball of water hangs in the air only to dissipate into nothingness... the last is tricky though, Earth wasn't omnipresent the way the other elements were... he reaches for the salt shaker on the table and pours some of it into his hand as his brows furrow, placing the coffee cup down again and clasping his hands around the salt- when he removes the hand the salt has bound together forming a small solid totem in his hand.]

There we are, four of the five elements. [He figures that was enough, he's never been one for being too showy.]

( january event log )

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