Dominion &nbsp; Nanotripping | Darkwire Dominion of Parcellus Minor

Cassus Akovin

Chloe stretched as she looked over the string of mathematical equations. The girl shook her head, and wiped away a few numbers from the chalkboard with her pale fingers. The same finger tapped on her cheek for a moment. It left a white smear. Blue eyes gazed intently at the puzzle, and smirked. “Uncle, I think this was the issue. If we change this and this…” She quickly rewrote the equation, and changed only a handful of numbers. “We should get a much better result with the new hyperdrive. I mean...your work is brilliant it will change all of history!”

The young teen flashed her older mentor the most beautiful smile she could. The messy haired blonde rushed out the door, after having completed the equation. As always, the group of men in the room flooded around her work and began to crunch the numbers. It would be perfect, like always.

As she rushed passed the stairs in the large house, she reached onto a table and picked up her headphones. Her head moved side to side with the beat of the song as it turned on. The sweat comfort of music flooded through her mind. It helped keep the stray thoughts at bay. Often too much information tried to go through and it just gave her headaches. It helped a lot. Besides!

As she came to a sliding stop at the main hall to her home, her two little sisters stood in front of her. She gave them a grin. “Ohohoh, so, you have come to stop me?! Nothing will stop me from getting a snack!” She rushed after them as they ran away from her giggling. Chloe would tickle the twins happily. “BWHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!” The older teen proceeded to play with the youngsters. They were only half her age, younger than her by seven years. But she loved them dearly. They were so clever.

The trio found trouble in the kitchens, the twins provided a distraction as Chloe quietly moved into the pantry and got three candy bars. Her feet didn’t make a sound, and it was like she was a shadow. For a moment, her vision got a bit blurry. How did she know how to move like that? Who taught her? Ahhhh, it didn’t matter!

She blinked her eyes and rubbed them a bit, and her vision went back to normal. As she snuck back out, her sisters gathered around her and she divied up the goods. This was the life. Her, her sisters, her family, a safe place to grow, soft beds, lots of music! Sure, mom and dad were not often home, but that was fine. It was a fun life. “So.” Chloe poked the twins’ noses. “What shall we do next?”

Cassus Akovin · May 27, 2020

OBJECTIVE 1: PAPER FLOWERS
LOCATION: EMERGENCY CLINIC
THE AFFLICTED: Daiya , Toph Graystone , Chloe Santhe

His hands are trembling
He is lucid but asleep
Someone speaks unheard

He longed to return
To leave suffering behind
A dream none resist

A thought of mother
Ends his lucid state of mind
Back to ideal life...

Gray Venasir · May 27, 2020

Objective: Paper Flows
Loaction: Parcellus Minor, spaceport (Real life)/Balmorra, Venasir manor (VR)
Tags:

Daiya |

Chloe Santhe

"Philcas, do you listen?"

Gray shook his head in shock, with a feeling that he just woke up from a dream. He looked around the dining room of the Venasir manor, and saw the Twi'lek servant he had known since his childhood, Inah, looking at him. She had green skin, and had one of her lekku around her neck. She was looking good, even though age was beginning to catch up with her. It was often she who had taken care of Gray, since his mother and father had important meetings to attend, or making sure things were alright around their lands. The dining room was looking like it always had: big windows letting the sun into the room, pictures hanging all over the walls, and a big archway leading in and out of the room.

"Are you done eating, Philcas?" asked Inah, now realizing she had Gray's attention. "Oh, yes, thank you," answered Gray. "And sorry for not paying attention. I was just cought up in some wierd thought about a swamp-filled planet." Inah took the nearly empty plate that stood in front of Gray, and took it to the kitchen. Gray stood up, and walked out the archway. There, he was met by a beautiful woman, who put her arms around Gray's neck. His wife. "Good morning, Britale," said Gray, and kissed her. "The kids are on their way to school?" She took her arms away, and began walking towards a door leading out. "Yes, though Nilitya had a hard time leaving," said Britale. "She really doesn't like going there, always saying we could teach her better than her teachers can."

Gray followed her outside. It was a beautiful morning, the sun was shining bright, though not too warm, and the dew on the grass was glistening in the light. From the Venasir Manor, they could see a long stretch of land, most of belloning the the Venasir family. Far out on the land, Gray thought he could see his dad talking to some workers. His dad. For some reason, it felt like he hadn't seen him in a long time. Not since they were on Nar Shaddaa many years ago.

"What plans have you for the day, Philcas Grayligan?" asked Britale. She had sat down on a bench that stood by a flowerbed, close by a fountain. "I'm not really sure. It kind of feels like I just woke up from a strange dream." He walked over to her, and sat down. "I was thinking about showing the kids how the ship works. Maybe I will give it to Tamos one day." He looked unfocused out in the air. "Or I could join dad in checking on our workers on the other side of the mountain." There was a pause. Then Gray put his arm around his wife.

"Or, I could just spend it with you. Unless you are goign to train with mother today. How goes the Echani fighting training, by the way."

"It isn't easy, but she said that I'm begining to get the hang of it. And that she sees what kind of person I am. But we are not training today, so I'd love nothing more than to spend the day with you."

Rika · May 28, 2020

Location: Leporine Village on Parcellus Minor, the Kell family homestead
Objective: Paper Flowers
Tags:

Daiya |

Gray Venasir | + anyone else joining

"Did you waste all the bait again, brother?"

Jorj smirked. "What can I say, Jira?" He set his tackle, rod, and empty basket by the door, shucking his jacket as he entered the family cabin. "Charity is one of my better pastimes. Giving to the needy fish is an honorable pursuit." He gently brushed off the pads of his feet before further entering the home, and finally plopping down into a chair around the communal table.

His twin sister rolled her eyes. "Giving food to the fish instead of giving food to your family hardly sounds charitable. You know it's a blessing to Fajah that you're good with clay or everyone else would have to work that much harder to keep us all fed." Despite her words, Jira said them all with a twinkle in her eye and the hint of her own smirk touching the corners of her mouth.

She returned to chopping vegetables from their garden for the dinner salad. Light from the setting sun bathed the small yet comfortable room in a warm glow. Their cabin was quaint, but it was enough for them. They didn't need much beyond some bedrooms, a moderately modernized 'fresher and a communal area for lounging, eating, and cooking. A plate lay near the center of the table. He recognized the design, it was one of his. All of the plates and bowls were his, and the mugs and jugs and cups too. The plate was full of berries scoured from the nearby forest. Jira had been busy while he had been out unsuccessfully fishing.

Jorj leaned in to grab a berry only to be halted in his tracks by a glare from his twin. "You can wait until we're all at the table."

This time, it was his turn for an eyeroll. "Who's gonna say anything? You?"

"She wouldn't need to," came a voice from behind. Jorj turned in his seat to see a tall figure standing in the doorway, a Leporine man. "Your Mom and I would know, if the look of guilt didn't give you away, the dribble of berry juice on your chin would."

"Dad!" both Jorj and Jira called out, elated and, for some reason, relieved, as if he might never come back if they didn't tie him down to a chair right then and there. "You're home," Jorj said. Had he meant to sound so incredulous? "When did you get back? Where've you been?" The questions started to pour from the young, Leporine man's lips faster than he had intended.

To the credit of the man in the doorway, he chuckled as he brushed his own pads off and entered the threshold of the living space. "Whoa now. All in due time. And over dinner. I'm starved, but first, I've got to see my wife. You kids play nice while I duck back there and say hello." He had a twinkle in his eye and pulled some flowers from behind his back, as if letting Jorj and Jira in on his love-scheme. It would work, of course. It always worked. His parents were head over heels for each other. The flowers were just a nice sentimental gift. Not a reconciliation. Or an apology. That would never be necessary. What did his Dad have to be sorry for?

The bedroom door closed. The sound of chopping vegetables continued. And Jorj sighed to himself, content.

Ursula Vizla · May 29, 2020

Objective: ~~PAPER FLOWERS~~
Song: Get Jinxed.

A tick-tack is heard somewhere, does Ursula not realize at what moment it occurred, would she have been infected by accident? She could remember feeling bad the moment she got off her ship, but she also remembered something else. She could see herself running out of the ship begging to be infected and go 'crazy'. All she knew was what she felt, flowing through her veins as if the whole world, otherwise the universe would completely cease to exist and a new universe would appear in its place and in the distance she could hear the late father's familiar voice speaking.

“Down the wampa hole you fall, where ~~madness~~ reigns from wall to wall... Through the rhyming words we tumble, where ~~villains~~ toll and psyches crumble.”

She noticed a strange toy with two metal plates in her hands on a table, each time he hit those plates it was like a second (or a year) passed. A white finger of a half-naked young woman touched the toy's head and her pace accelerated before the scene changed and she could see a city before her, growing before her eyes, but when she looked down, she noticed that she was driving nothing there. , but she was standing over a painted missile with a nefarious smile and pure ecstasy overtook her. In the distance, music played and Ursula allowed herself to become the real jinx.

"Who are you?" She asked. "What strange thing is this?!", and for her surprise the missile below her responded.

“I’m not strange, weird, off, nor crazy, my reality is just different than yours.”, She turned her head to the sides and noticed dozens of others around her.

“Wanna join me?”, The missile next to her asked her, the drawing painted in the shape of a shark opening its toothy mouth and smiling. “Come and play! But I might shoot you, in your face. ”, He said flying high and crossing over her head and she noticed the direction of all those missiles was towards a huge building in the center of a strange city full of strange people without any emotion on their faces, so boring they barely deserved to live. She cried out in terror, before she started laughing wildly and raising both arms without knowing why.

"Bombs and bullets will do the trick!", The missile in front of her spoke. "You see? This boring life that they live, without emotion, without joy, without news, are just people sleeping! And what boils the blood better than a little of it? ”

"A little bit of what?", She asked and even before anything or anyone answered, the answer came to her lips easily forming a huge grim on them. "A little panic!"

And then she jumped off the missile, and when she realized she was falling from the heights, but not to death, she floated like a feather and in her body seemed to spring up a real arsenal of weapons before she even hit the ground and the gun roundabouts in her hands, it had an inscription on its barrel, which she read aloud.

“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”, And when it hit the ground, the tedious people around it were transformed. Her eyes turned red and they moved towards Ursula, but she felt no fear or anxiety when she pulled the trigger on them, she felt pleasure and pure joy. Ursula continued to dance as the music dictated, she threw her gun at everything she found, laughing and dancing, while everything around her burned and exploded, all because of her deeds, nobody forced her to handle the flamethrower inside the restaurant, or the blow up museums and schools with rocket launchers, they didn't even force her when she raised her gun and shot hundreds of people who came marching towards her. She did it all because she wanted to.

Queen Popara · May 30, 2020

A comlink was ringing endlessly inside Carmine Falcone's pocket. He watched with a smile on his thin lips several screens with people lying on beds, or lying on the street floor, there were hundreds of people, members of Darkwire and civilians caught by surprise by the most ingenious biochemical creation made by his mistress. The virus induced people into a coma, where they could experience strong hallucinations so vivid that old experiments declared that those infected woke up discrediting what they saw when they woke up to be classified as 'real'.

The comlink vibrated to the point that the old man alone snarled as he took it out of his pocket, he took another sip of the drink from his glass cup and sighed deeply before making a beautiful smile at the holographic image of his client and his wife. missus. Popara Anjiliac.
“Achutta, Falcone.”, she said with a smile in her fat lips.

“Achutta, my queen. I must say, the whole virus is going better than expected. They don’t know what hit them…”, she raised her chubby hand in the air, demanding he stayed silent.

“Good, good… but Falcone, I discovered you have a problem now... and when you have a problem it means I have a problem.”, Carmine was astonished, a problem with the whole plan? That was impossible. “You left a trail, like little porgs on the floor for them to follow. Now they are coming for you and you know what this means.”

“They will never get in here. This room is impenetrable.”, he shouted, snapping his fingers at his droids to go on and guard the doors.

“Perhaps. But I took the liberty of placing your daughter under my… protection.”, they took his Sophia, he knew this could happen so he did not argued, he nodded at her direction with a solemn face. “If they breach your room, you cannot escape Carmine. You must die.”

“I understand… will my kids see my… well, my pension?”
“Off course! Do your job right, shoot them down, die well and your family will never have to work a single day of their lives ”, she said honestly, Carmine finished her drink and nodded to Popara.
“I understand. Very well, my queen, it will be done as you wish.”

“Good, I always liked you Falcone, you were always a very… simple man. Loyal to your principles, loyal to your morale but sometimes… man lie, and if that is the case, Carmine remember thatI shall eat your kids for dinner tomorrow if I even suspect you still breath. Okay? Now, eat well, drink a lot, walk tall and die.”

She turned off the comlink shortly afterwards leaving Carmine alone with her thoughts. He had to die, Popara kept his promises, she was always true to her word, so he turned to the droid beside him.

“Bring me one more meal, as well as the bottle of what I drank. Order all droids to erase all your memory from the past twenty-four hours and go outside.”
"Yes Master." and the droid went out to carry out his orders, Falcone sighed, lifting his glass high and placing the blaster on the chair. He raised his glass high in the air and said.
"For a good death."

Daiya · Jun 1, 2020

Location: Middle City, Denon (Virtual Reality)
Objective: Paper Flowers
Allies Nearby:

Rika

Ursula Vizla

[Post Soundtrack: Come With Me Now by KONGOS]

The crowded walkways of the Middle City stank of life as Daiya waded through, her little brother in halting tow. Cluttered with beings from all corners of Denon —some from even the far-reaches of the galaxy— shopping at the stalls on the corner, chattering along at the graffitied walls, sitting on the patios of cafes, observing the crowd, causing mischief, keeping the peace, and just living their lives. Polluted by the flickering of neon lights, smashed-in muja fruit gum, discarded trash, the broken-down dispenser of caf, a fluttering plastic sack, basically the normal detritus of society. Infested with catchy ads, leering scoundrels, predatory sellers, the works.

Some beings, upon visiting these streets were disgusted or scared, and hastened to leave. Some beings were naïve, and quickly taken advantage of. Others were more cautious, but found themselves leaving the streets with more in tragic experience than they obtained otherwise.

Not her. These were her streets, her people, the soul of her way of life. They didn't disgust her or scare her or leave her vulnerable, not anymore. She was no timid little girl, jumping at her own shadow anymore, nor had she been for years.

Gem, though, was a different story.

The girl sighed as she caught a glance of him loitering behind her, waiting for some group of Gammorreans to pass by. She roller her eyes the next time, he'd been taken by a Jawa vendor's shimmering wares, the surfaces of which danced with shapes and colors only afforded by the slimy merchant's control box. Finally, she paused to wait for him as he watched the daily —if admittedly mesmerizing— dance of a half-Zeltron girl who was not much older than her.

She took the chance to lean next to Old Man Shann's seat outside the Lucky Cafe, peering out anywhere but at him. The wrinkled man's face squinted at her, as if he could barely see past his own nose, and then shook his head until his clean-shaven jowls danced like the girl her brother was watching. "If you've come to hear a story, you know what has to happen."

"So we're a little late on payment, you know Eiko's good for it," Daiya remarked casually, shrugging her shoulders to complete the look. It didn't pay to make a big fuss about such disputes, if Shann was really upset about his overdue invoices he would take it up directly with the boss.

The old man took a sip of his caf, slowly, as if that was the only thing he cared about in the moment. Together, they made the very picture of apathy. "I can't take excuses to the bank."

Daiya gave the man a smirking side-eye, "Pfft, you don't use banks."

"Damn straight, never trust someone else with your money. Especially if they owe you." The man's jovial eyes were the only thing dancing now, toying with her just as she was toying with him. It was a game they were both intimately familiar with.

"Relax, you old miser, you'll have it by week's end."

"Well, I suppose for Tawrro's girl I could make an exception," Shann weezed in an approximation of laughter, but Daiya wasn't laughing with. She'd turned to look at him for the first time, her face bearing a puzzled expression. Tawrro? Before she could ask him if he was finally going senile, he launched into the winding tales he was so well-known for, whimsically interspersed with morsels of intel that Eiko paid so handsomely for. By the end of it, and with the half-Zeltron dancer giving no sign of being finished, Daiya pushed herself away from the wall at last.

"Thanks," she muttered, the doddering man's slip still on her mind. His enigmatic mode of speaking made her wonder if there was something significant about the name Tawrro. It was nobody she had ever met before, but somehow Shann thought they were partners. Or something closer. She nearly blanched at the thought, Tylo's deep gold eyes first in her mind by pure instinct, but she was a professional. "And don't worry, by week's end."

"It's more now," he reminded her, but Daiya just waved at him, already strolling away.

Steathily, the girl slipped into the dancer's enthralled crowd, easily making her way to stand behind her brother. She leaned in close to Gem's ear, whispering in a voice only he could hear. "Is she naked yet in that dirty mind of yours?"

The boy jumped nearly a lightyear in surprise, then gaped around as shame flushed across his cheeks. To his good fortune, no one else seemed to have noticed, though Daiya spied the halfbreed dancer giving him an extra shake of her hips as she passed by. "Don't do that!" he hissed at her, drawing a cackle from the teen operative's lips. He padded out after her, quick on her heels this time, saying, "And no way, she's just...you know, she's a good dancer."

"And pretty, and Zeltron, and too old for you. What would Mom think?" Daiya asked, unable to keep herself from grinning cannily at her younger brother. Even as slow as he was, even Gem knew when he was cornered.

"You're not going to tell her, are you?" he asked, concern suddenly obvious in his now-lucid voice. Daiya turned the corner sharply, and Gem followed close behind. "Please, she'd kill me if she knew I was watching...you know."

"A half-naked street dancer when you should be learning from your big sister? Oh, I know. The question is, what are you going to do for me if I keep your lurid secret?" Her lips curled at the end of the question, waiting to hear what concessions Gem was about to give in return for her silence. She wasn't planning on being cruel, oh no, but she might enjoy making him think that he'd have to offer up something significant. Chores for a year was soooo youngling.

Gem would have to wait a little more, for a hand from Daiya shot across his chest as they ventured down what should have been the walkway leading to The Oasis. That's where Shann had suggested she would find the Sullustan who had tried to rip-off Eiko by selling him a hundred gross of self-sealing torsion valves instead of the Moobian torsion valves he'd claimed to have. But wherever the Sullustan was hiding out, the girl was certain it wasn't down the street she'd just turned into.

Daiya turned around. Behind her, no different than she'd left it, was the Middle City street. She spun back again, to find a place that clearly...wasn't. The buildings were all different, the people were better dressed, and somehow the hidden mid-morning sun had become a clear afternoon.

Was this still even Denon?

Siala Vash · Jun 3, 2020

Objective: Paper Flowers
Tags:

Rika |

Daiya |

Gray Venasir

“Mistress.”

The gentle clinking of fine china accompanied the voice.

“Mistress, it's time to get up.”

Siala's eyes snapped open. Above her, a lush canopy of velvet and it took her a good long moment to realize she was ensconced in a luxurious four-poster bed. And standing at the side of her bed was an older woman with straight posture and a tray of breakfast in steady hands.

“Ah, good, you're awake,” she said, and invited Siala to sit up so she could place the breakfast try on her lap. “I've set out a frock for you, along with the good pearls and patent heels.”

“Oh,” Siala murmured. “Yes— thank you.”

The other woman whisked herself from the room, leaving Siala more than a little confused. At least, now she had a quiet moment to get her bearings. Upon her lap, the silver tray beckoned her to eat-- golden toast on a white plate with an inky blue floral pattern, marmalade, crispy bacon, and a cup and saucer for tea. Around her, there were light blue walls, airy white curtains that filtered the sunlight, and antique furniture in deep mahogany hues.

What was this place?

And, the woman had called her... mistress. It was like a dream. But as Siala reached out to touch the edge of her porcelain teacup, it felt so real— no; it was real. This was the life she wanted; the life that had been swiftly taken away when she was a child. As her hand lifted the silver fork, she dipped it into the marmalade and had a taste.

If this was her life now, she ought to enjoy it.

She nibbled the toast and then lifted the little teapot to fill her cup... but it felt so heavy and her wrist so weak that it fell to the floor. Siala never heard it crack against the floor—she was out like a light.

Cassus Akovin · Jun 4, 2020

OBJECTIVE 1: PAPER FLOWERS
LOCATION: THE MIND
THE AFFLICTED: Daiya , Toph Graystone , Chloe Santhe , Gray Venasir , Rika , Ursula Vizla , Siala Vash

Ode of the Warrior Son

Though the Son was not from Mandalore,
In his deed, the clans would see much more,
To save his mothers dying heart,
He hunted others for coin as an art.

Filled with dread of shame every thought,
His noble quest made it not for naught,
Mother and Son both reunited,
Warriors each their shared fury ignited.

The monolithic evil stood high,
Mother and Son bring the end to nigh,
Sith Lords uprooted and cut down,
Heads set to pyre thus none wear the crown.

The Galaxy free of evil sons,
The Son and Mother watch all the suns,
Turning to him she says, “Boy,”
“You saved more than I, this brings me joy.”

"Excellent writing Morso, you never fail to impress." Cassus Akovin the Mandalorian said to the poet, seeing the collection of writings about the man's struggle out of his darkest moments into the full glory of today. Forgiven of his terrible deeds, the savior of his mother, the conqueror of the Sith, and the pinnacle of admiration from not just the galaxy, but most importantly the mother he nearly lost.

"Cassus, come here!" Triam Akovin the Mother called out to her Son.

"Morso, keep up the good work, I'll be back." He said to the poet before dutifully answering her call to stand before her. "What is it mom?"

"We have a job to complete on Nar Shaddaa, they need a shipment of gear and a specialist hunter. It was implied we might have a remnant to hunt." She said, smiling towards her helmeted Son.

"We should stop by Denon for a restock, otherwise, I'm ready to go as soon as you are." He smiled beneath the vizor.

Ruby Jaxx · Jun 4, 2020

OBJECTIVE 2: RAMPANT CHAOS

Ruby Jaxx walked the streets of Parcellus Minor. She wasn't the sort that frightened easily, but this... this was some messed up poodoo. This area of the city looked deserted. Well, save for the poor saps that lay twitching on the sidewalks. Rather new to Darkwire, this was her first time working with the organization. And she didn't know much, but she knew that other operatives had been compromised by the planet's strange...affliction.

Her mind was clear—which led her to believe that she was unaffected.

Now, she just needed to get to the bottom of this VR-fueled madness. The problem? Well, she wasn't exactly a genius. What the kark did she know about tech? Basically nothing. But surely there was a source of some kind. Maybe it was as simple as unplugging something or flipping a switch... or maybe it was as complicated as she had the sinking feeling it was.

Well, she supposed the first step was trying to link up with someone—anyone—from Darkwire that still had their wits about them.

And then, she burst into song:

“I'm a LONER.
And I payed my dues
And I don't depend on nothing
Or none
I am a loner
All confused
Waiting for that rainy day
While I spend my time
Walking in the sunshine”

Ruby stood stunned when the torrent of song was over. What. The. Kark.

Brie Jaxx · Jun 5, 2020

Location: Middle City, Denon (Virtual Reality)
Objective: Paper Flowers
Allies Nearby: None Yet

''Brie? Come on, breakfasts ready!''

A soft and friendly female voice called out for her, waking her from her sleep in the comfortable bunk bed that she was laying in the first level in. As soon as her blue eyes were opened, Brie felt kind of dizzy and confused not knowing where she was, looking up into a bottom of a bunk bed that she had never seen before. In the beginning itfelt chilly, but she were in a grey sweat dress or pajamas if you would call it that.

''Brie? Come on now - it's getting cold!''

The voice were still friendly, and deep down her consciousness it felt familiar and comforting. Just like... Just like...

''M... mom?''

Could it be? Was she... home? The room were decorated with posters of animated heroes and one of a known musical band. At the end of the bed there was a desk with a bunch of holobooks on top of it. It looked used. Like she had done some work yesterday, but she could not remember it.

Sitting up from the bed, Brie tried to sort all these impressions into some kind of logical order, but it was easier said then done. Something did not feel right in all of this, but still she heard her voice. If it was a dream, it felt like more than that. Brie stood up and gave some attention to the posters on the walls around... her room?

The door slided open and an older brunette girl went in to grab a bag.

''Are you coming, or not? Breakfast getting cold, you know... I got to bounce, but I'll see you after school, alright?''

The older girl offered her a smile and a wave before she bounced off out the door again and out into the streets of Denon.

Wait... Was that? It could not be, right? Brie stood there thinking about it, before she carefully walked out through the door and into the kitchen area...

Siala Vash · Jun 7, 2020

Objective: Paper Flowers
Location: ??? (A bar on Nar Shaddaa)

Rika |

Daiya |

Gray Venasir |

Brie Jaxx

Siala awoke, uncomfortably crammed, in a bathroom stall. Her head was absolutely pounding... or wait, was it music? Pushing herself up, she rubbed her head and looked around. Here she was, sat on the floor next to the loo, without a clue how she got here... or where she was, even, for that matter. The lights above were flickering, casting a harsh light on the colorful array of graffiti that covered the walls of the stall. And it was dirty, very dirty.

Getting up off the floor with a groan, Siala stumbled out of the stall.

The cracked mirror showed her reflection; her mascara smeared all over her eyes and her chestnut hair was a mess (but not in the fashionable kind of way). She turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water against her face. Water dripping from her chin, she squinted into the mirror.

As she searched her mind, the last thing she remembered was being in a fancy room. This was not the same place. Her dark eyes flickered towards the door. Yes, the was more to this place.

Sia placed a palm against the door and pushed...

A bar. Well, this was interesting. It wasn't all that surprising because she spent a lot of time in places just like this. But as Siala glanced around, she knew in an instant she'd never been here before.

Where ever here was.

Toph Graystone · Jun 7, 2020

Location: Denon
Objective: Paper Flowers
Tags:

Daiya |

Brie Jaxx | Siala Vash |

Ruby Jaxx |

Queen Popara |

Rika |

Gray Venasir

Everything about the day had gone from good to weird to bad. What was next the day becoming weirdly bad? The call from Cranel had been to inform Toph that while they were interested in the intergrations there were reservations about working with someone as volatile as her. What did he mean volatile? She was a stable as anyone else in the world. Still she couldn't shake the things she'd seen and thought she heard today. Was there something actually wrong with her. Throughout the rest of the day she continued to see and hear things that weren't really there. Around midday Toph finally had enough and left her office for the day.

She'd not known where her foot steps would take her until Toph stopped in front of a door in the much seedier part of the city. She couldn't even remember walking here, but clearly the woman had a reason so she reached to open the door. Her eyes blinked from the afternoon sun in her eyes as she stepped through the door. Wait...she was just outside walking through a building door. So how was she outside again. Toph turned back to the door she'd just stepped through only to find a wall. So much for it being just weird. She was sure she had now entered the realm of crazy.

Closing her eyes Toph mumbled to herself. "Get it together. You are a successful Tech star. You do not have time for a mental breakdown." However the words felt hollow. Why did the reminder of her status leave her feeling violated. Like the idea of becoming one of the Corporate movers and shakers was a betrayal of some moral code that didn't exist in her until now. Opening her eyes Toph looked straight ahead into the crowd. Spotting a weirdly familiar girl as she herself turned around. She had a look of surprise as if she wasn't expecting to see anything behind her.

For those that didn't see my post on discord I have been sick with food poisoning most of the week and had to spend the last two days catching up on work I'd put off because I was too sick to do anything. Thus my absence. Now that I have all that stuff done I will be working on getting posts out today.

Chloe Santhe · Jun 7, 2020

Objective: Paper Flowers
Location: Dream - Lianna
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