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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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[If there's anything that J loves about her body it's that how small and light it is. Even as a child, she used to be much smaller when compared to boys in the neighbourhood and the same was with the school-- and there are no words that can describe how glad and happy she is that she stayed that way when growing up. That she stayed cute and petite. But her body is still too bony and not soft enough.

When Danny's turns around she takes the opportunity to wiper her face clean from tears, snot and saliva on the collar of her shirt. How disgusting. She forces a weak smile on her lips and takes the offered cigarette, wasting no time to take the first drag out of it. The lack of taste of menthol surprises her a little.]

Not a chick cig. [Her laughter is a quiet one. She takes few more quick drags out of the cigarette and then reaches for Danny's hand again.]

C'mon, Danny. Come closer.

Sorry about that. Someone gave these to me.

[They weren't menthol, not even a brand he was used to, but he couldn't complain about something someone had gifted him. He lays the pack down on the table, and grabs a cup of water from next to the bed.]

It's not cold anymore, but I brought it back from the mess hall with me today.

[He extends his hand, offering it to her then he sits beside her on the bed.]

Do you want to talk about it? Um, we don't have to, we can talk about anything.

It's fine.

[Of course Danny didn't smoke menthols like she did and she should've known that. He smoked the regular, bland ones just like all other guys in school did, just like Morgan did. In fact, lot of this and Danny reminded J from her long lost friend. Morgan used to always be there for her, to share a smoke, ruffle her hair and go to beat up whoever happened to make her sad. Although, taking names and kicking ass doesn't seem to be Danny's style.

She takes the offered cup of water only to put it down on the floor next to the bed.]

You know. I'd rather much kiss you than talk. [She moves closer to rest her head against his shoulder.]

[Danny puts a hand to her shoulder and gently pushes her back, slipping his hand up to her chin to tilt her head backwards.]

Then kiss me.

[He inhales slowly, shakily, moving closer on the bed so that their legs press together.]

I let them fix me, J, because of you. I was reminded that even though I miss Al- [He clears his throat.] I was reminded that I don't want to be alone, that I don't think I always will be. I'm not sick anymore.

[J stares into his eyes with mouth hanging open. It takes a moment for her to process what he just said.

Of course she's glad that he's well again, that he's no longer sick. But the rest of it just.. doesn't make sense. Because of you. She doesn't get it, did her flirting and all the pretended affection between them really make him do it? Make him fix something that he seemed to cling so desperately on? Can't be.

Suddenly her chest feels heavy and throat tight. Slowly, she moves closer and closing the gap between them without breaking the eye contact. But before their lips can touch, she drops her head and leans on his shoulder.]

I wish I had met you many years ago. That would've been great.

[He means it, too. Every word of it. She'd reminded him that he didn't have to spend his life alone, even if it wasn't with her, even if she wanted someone else. Danny thinks she's going to kiss him, and he wonders what that might be like, what her lips will feel like, but then she doesn't.]

You might not have liked me back then.

[Danny actually can't think of a time before the last eight months where he wasn't drinking, doing drugs, or having sex with anybody that would have him. She might prefer him the way he is now, cautious and careful.]

I would hate to think we would've met and you wouldn't have liked me.

But you don't know that.

[He's right, though. Even if they had met earlier, back when she was still in a school and sneaking in to perform at clubs during the nights, it might not have made much difference in her life. She really doubted that he could've offered her anything back then, especially compared to Arthur who came and offered her dream in a silver platter. So, she would still have left with him to New York.

But sometimes it's nice to play a game and just pretend that things were different.]

Who knows. Maybe we would have fallen in love even.

You're right, I don't know that.

[Danny was optimistic and romantic, which made all the difference when thinking about what if's and could have been's. They could have fallen in love, made each other happy, if their pasts had crossed in any way.

He would have liked her, he knows that much for certain.]

How do you think we would have met? A club? On the street, a random passing?

[J turns her head a bit to bring the cigarette back to her lips. She looks at the smoke for a brief moment, going through of different kind of scenarios in her mind. She's not sure if she had ever noticed Danny on middle of the crowed streets of New York, not unless there was something to make him stand out. The memory about how she met Rita for the first time lingers in her mind. The poor girl in dirty clothes, passed out on the side walk right next to her door step.

J shakes the memory off as the ashes from her cigarette falls down on the bed right between them.]

A club. I used to perform in them. Maybe you would have come to see me?

[Danny dusts the ashes away, nonplussed by the smear of gray on his comforter. He was a smoker and was used to wiley bits of ash getting onto things.]

I would have. Scottie would have loved to watch you perform. My friend Scottie, I mean.

[His face lights up, fonder memories of his friend popping up one after the other.]

He would have thought you were beautiful and serene. I think he would have really liked you.

Scottie sounds like a fun guy.

[She laughs weakly and focuses back to the cigarette. Serene isn't exactly the word she'd use to describe her performance and she's sure that anyone who's seen her shows would agree. ]

Do you think he'd come to see me at the backstage? Maybe he'd be the one to introduce us?

He was.

[Time passing had softened the weight of loss, made it easier to talk about his friend.]

I think he would have wanted to. He would have asked me to, uh, come with him. To have me watch a performance.

[J takes note of the past tense but doesn't say anything to it, doubting that Danny wants to hear condolences of any kind right now. She takes the last drags out of the cigarette before throwing it to the water glass on the floor even though she's pretty sure that's not why he gave it to her.]

Man of good taste, no doubt. Maybe you'd both have dressed up all nicely too. [She lifts her head so that she can look up to him as she brings her hand to his throat. She carefully starts move it up to under his chin and then to his cheek, gently brushing her fingers against his short stubble.]

I'm sure you'd be very handsome in a suit.

I've dressed up before. A suit and tie, though it felt strange on me.

[Danny thought of his reindeer print socks, ones he'd worn under the suit because it made him feel like he was still him underneath all of that.]

But thank you.

[Closing his eyes, he leans into J's hand, resting his cheek against her palm.]

May I ask you something, J? [He mumbles out, voice soft and low.]

Too bad I wasn't there to see it.

[Though hearing that doesn't surprise her at all. His shabby looks indicated that he's not a person who'd pay too much attention to his appearance.]

Sure. Anything.

[Danny didn't have anything nice to wear with him, but maybe, if given the chance, he'd be able to dress up for her here.]

Do you still wanna kiss me?

[Like before, he means, but he doesn't say.]

[What a silly thing to ask. J thinks to herself, the corners of her lips curving up to a small smile.

Without saying a word, J moves her hand from his cheek to the back of his neck and pulls him closer until their lips meet.]

[Danny parts his lips, kissing her back slowly, eyes falling shut.

He hasn't kissed a woman in a very long time, hasn't been attracted to one in just as long either. There's a part of him that doesn't even think of her as anything other than J, who he likes, and he remembers how they'd danced together, how his body had liked that, too. He knows that sexuality can be fluid, that attraction is more than just a body, even if it sometimes starts with appearance.

And as he leans into the kiss, deepens it with a soft sigh, he thinks again about how J is different, special.]

[It really feels like it's been ages since her last kiss. Of course, it's barely been two weeks since the last time she kissed Danny ( if you could even count that as one) but to someone like her, who used to flirt with the boundaries of being an actual sex worker two weeks really seems like an eternity.

She moves closer as Danny kisses her back, shifting their position so that she's straddling him, both hands wrapped around his neck.]

[Danny drops an arm back to the bed, keeping them propped up as J straddles his thighs. Like this, he lets his eyes fall shut, lets his body take over, his mind going fuzzy and soft. He doesn't think about anything but blonde curls and warm lips.

His other hand rubs soft circles up and down her back, settling at her hip, tugging her in as close as he can get them.]

[J likes kissing Danny. She likes the way his stubble tickled her cheek and jaw, and faint smell of cigarettes makes her think of home, making it easy for her to pretend that their story was actually true. Pretend that they weren't current on alien planet and living on a space ship. That this was something much more than just her looking for comfort after a bad dream, that there is something more in here than hollow feelings.

She keeps kissing him, whispering his name softly to his mouth as she runs her fingers through his messy hair.]

[Danny lowers himself back to the bed, taking her with him, smoothing his hand down length of her back, pressing her closer still.]

J.

[He runs his fingertips under the hem of her shirt, dragging across soft skin. Light touches that don't ask for more, that don't pressure or assume anything about what's happening between them.]

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