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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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[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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