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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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"Ivan," says Miles calmly, "that was not a yes or no question."

"I know that, I'm just making sure that you know that the answer is no, to whatever you want to do." So that whatever Miles makes him do next, it's against his common sense and better judgement. He wants his disapproval and reluctance noted, dammit.

"So," Miles says, ticking off on his fingers, "you don't want to hide the body, and you don't want to leave it here." He raises an eyebrow. "Would you rather we take it with us, then?"

"I have resigned myself," Ivan says with an attempt at pretending like he has the upper hand here. And he does, because he's not the one that gets himself into situations like this as if it was his damn job. And sure, Miles' job involves a lot of this, but there's a reason why he's ImpSec and Ivan's a desk bound Service officer. Not a damned covert ops agent because no one else could actually stand the little git. "To the fact that you've already made up your mind about it. And that I, like always, will be left doing the heavy lifting."

Quite possibly literally.

Has he mentioned that he hates his family recently?

"If you've resigned yourself to it, then you don't get to have an opinion," Miles says airily, and he taps a finger to his lips. "Not so much heavy lifting this time, coz, as it turns out, so you're spared that burden. In this case I think it'd be better to let the police handle this one."

But even as he says that, he's rooting around in the dead man's jacket again, patting him down until he produces an innocuous-looking bottle of pills. "Ah. The would-be murder weapon." Carefully rubbing his fingerprints off the bottle with the sleeve of his shirt, Miles tucks it conveniently into a more conspicuous jacket pocket. Then he clears his fingerprints off the wallet and tucks it back into the pocket he'd dug it out from. Miles gets to his feet and dusts off the front of his trousers.

"Alright, we can go now."

"No one gets opinions around you, Miles. At least not ones you listen to," Ivan reminds him, just as airily. Two can play at this game. But he watches his cousin with one one slightly raised eyebrow, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding when Miles actually steps back.

Although-- Ivan's insides twist. "You're going to just. Leave it there for someone to find." Ugh. He can't tell if this is a ploy by Miles or what he really plans on doing.

"No, you idiot, I'm going to call in the authorities," Miles says with a roll of his eyes. "Anonymously. And once we're away from the corpse. I'm not keen on getting thrown in jail again, but I'm not going to risk the police failing to find the man who tried to poison an entire bar."

That's right, again. Did Miles not tell you about how he got thrown in jail the other day?

Yeah, no, that was conveniently left out of their conversation. "Wait, what? Miles, you can't just get thrown in jail--" No, wait, he can. Ivan groans, dragging a hand down his face as this conversation just keeps on getting better and better.

"What did they get you for?"

"Being in the wrong place at the wrong time," Miles sighs. "And don't you give me that look, Ivan, it really wasn't my fault. They were arresting everyone they could get their hands on who was unlucky enough to be near any Komai vandalism if they happened by. A bunch of other crew have been locked up and interrogated too, but Sans and I made it out before they could get to us. C'mon, let's go."

"That's it? 'I got arrested but it's fine?'" Ivan sounds incredulous, disbelieving, but oh no. Of course this happened to Miles. Why wouldn't it?

He doesn't fight the idea to leave, however, following Miles as quickly as humanly possible.

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