Sins of Solstice

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<div align='center'><h1>The Prologue</h1> <h3>"Beginnings are usually scary, and endings are usually sad, but it's everything in between that makes it all worth living." - Bob Marley</h3> [[Who will you be, Pioneer?|start]] [[Warnings.|warning]] <<set $description to true>> </div>

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<<nobr>> <<if $location is true>>The Flagship, 3057<</if>> <li><<if $map is true>><span class="map">[[Map]]</span><</if>></li> <<if $profile is true>><li>[[Profile]]</li><</if>> <<if $statsistics is true>><li>[[Stats]]</li><</if>> <<if $relationships is true>><li>[[Relationships]]</li><</if>> <<if $characters is true>><li>[[Characters]]</li><</if>> <<if $codex is true>><li>[[Codex]]</li><</if>> <</nobr>>

Sins of Solstice

by <a href="https://sins-of-solstice-if.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Rowan</a> Template by <a href="https://vahnya.itch.io/twine-template/" target="_blank"> Vahnya</a>

Credits: $credits Leadership $leadership Stealth $stealth Might $might Intelligence $intelligence <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center>

<h1>Relationships</h1> Gino: <<if $gino <=25>>He is getting to know you, but you're not friends yet.<<elseif $gino >=45>>He is warming up to you and considers you a friend.<<elseif $gino >=80>>He knows you quite well and views your relationship as close.<<elseif $gino >=95>>He is deeply in love with you and trusts you greatly.<</if>> Nicole: <<if $nicole <=20>>She is getting to know you, but you're not friends yet.<<elseif $nicole >=45>>She sees you as a really close friend.<<elseif $nicole >=75>>She trusts you a lot and wants to get closer.<<elseif $nicole >=80>>She is madly in love with you and trusts you completely.<</if>> Daniel: <<if $daniel <=20>>They are getting to know you, but you're not friends yet.<<elseif $daniel >=45>>They approve of you and wouldn't mind getting closer.<<elseif $daniel >=75>>They consider you as someone important to them and they are starting to feel more comfortable around you.<<elseif $daniel >=95>>They love you more than they though they could love someone and feel completely relaxed around you.<</if>> Jordan: <<if $jordan <=30>>He is keeping his distance and doesn't consider you a friend.<<elseif $jordan >=45>>He is getting to know you, but you're not friends yet.<<elseif $jordan <=60>> He has warmed up to you and feels like he can start to open up.<<elseif $jordan >=80>>He views you as important and wants to get to know you better.<<elseif $jordan >=95>>He adores you completely and is able to open up to you with few problems.<</if>> Arwan: <<if $arwan <=15>>He is curious about you and wants to get to know you better.<<elseif $arwan >=45>>They consider you a close friend and enjoy spending time with you.<<elseif $arwan >=75>>He really likes you and trusts you greatly.<<elseif $arwan >=95>>He has fallen completely in love with you and wants to spend most of their time with you.<</if>> Revna: <<if $revna <=30>>They do not like or trust you and plan to keep an eye on you.<<ifelse $revna >=35>>They have warmed up some, but still don't consider you a friend.<<elseif $revna >=75>>They view you as a friend and don't mind hanging out with you.<<elseif $revna >=85>>They've grown used to your company and are starting to greatly appreciate it.<<elseif $revna >=95>>They have fallen in love with you and want to protect you.<</if>> Camryn: <<if $camryn <=20>>She is getting to know you, but you're not friends yet.<<elseif $camryn >=45>>She greatly enjoys your company and likes sharing her thoughts with you.<<elseif $camryn >=75>>You have become very important to her and she wants to spend more time together.<<elseif $camryn >=95>>She has come to greatly appreciate you for who you are and is happy to have fallen in love with you.<</if>> Sloane: <<if $sloane <=25>>She is getting to know you, but you're not friends yet.<<elseif $sloane >=45>>They're starting to open up and enjoy sharing their ideas with you.<<elseif $sloane >=75>>She wants to keep spending time with you and they trust you.<<elseif $sloane >=95>>They have fallen deeply in love with you and can't wait to spend her future with you.<</if>> <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center>

<div align='center'><h1>Sins of Solstice</h1></div> <div align='center'><h2>[[Welcome|name]]</h2></div>

<h2>List of Warnings:</h2> - Language/profanity - Blood - Suggested violence - (Off-screen) Severe character injury - Mention of past war - Fear - Guns - Unwillingly forced to do something - Misgendering a character [[Next.|start]]

You're sitting in the main lounge of Section Four, staring out the window, watching as stars and planets fly past you. Things have been very peaceful on The Flagship, well as peaceful as a Flagship can be when hurtling through space to find a new planet for humanity to reside on. People are finally starting to settle into their new homes, finding a rhythm in their new schedules. You find it hard to call this place your home when everything around you looks cold and pristine. All the hallways on The Flagship look the exact same, with pale metal walls, shiny metal floors, and pale blue fluorescent lights. Every section looks the exact same, no matter which one you live in. The Flagship itself has six total sections and you live in Section Four with your father. Each section has resources and while the people who live in those sections have access to those resources, not everyone has the exact same resources. Or so you've heard. For instance, the main lounge you are currently sitting in needs a key card in order to access it. It wouldn't work for someone from Section Two or Section Six, though their lounge may look vastly different from yours. And vice versa, you can't access any section unless it's Section Four. It's apparently supposed to keep things orderly and prevent a rise in crime. To say it's worked would be a stretch. Though, crime has lowered since everyone half-hazardly boarded the ships. [[Next.|prologue2]] <<set $location to true>>

<h2>What is your name?</h2> <<textbox "$name" "">> <<link 'View Suggestions'>><<run Dialog.setup("Name Suggestions"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Name Suggestions").processText()); Dialog.open();>><</link>> <<link "Confirm Name">><<if $name is "">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please enter a name.<</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#textbox-error">><</replace>> <<run Engine.play("lastname")>> <</if>><</link>><span id="textbox-error"></span>

Name: $name $lastname Pronouns: $heshe/$himher Physical Description: Credits: $credits Personality Stats: Assertive $assertive Passive $passive Reckless $reckless Catious $catious Caring $caring Aloof $aloof <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center>

!!Masculine Names * Conner * Garret * Ethan * Adrian !!Feminine Names * Emilia * Aurora * Lilith * Dawn !!Gender Neutral Names * Ray * Sawyer * Okaley * River

This peacefulness, as you've come to realize, is truly quite boring. From what you've gathered through reading books, watching videos, and talking to people who were on Earth before living on The Flagship, there were loads of things to do. Studying, drawing and painting, skateboarding or snowboarding, socializing and going to restaurants, playing video games, going to live concerts, among other things. Things that seem so much more fun than whatever The Flagship has to offer. And while you can technically spend your time doing any of those things, it's nothing like being there to experience it in real life. So instead, you spend most of your days in the main lounge waiting for something interesting to happen. [[Next.|prologue3]]

<h2>Skintone</h2> <<radiobutton "$skintone" "porcelain" checked>> Procelain. <<radiobutton "$skintone" "pale beige">> Pale biege. <<radiobutton "$skintone" "rose beige">> Rose beige. <<radiobutton "$skintone" "beige">> Beige. <<radiobutton "$skintone" "sienna">> Sienna. <<radiobutton "$skintone" "honey brown">> Honey brown. <<radiobutton "$skintone" "almond">> Almond brown. <<radiobutton "$skintone" "bronze">> Bronze. <<radiobutton "$skintone" "golden">> Golden brown. <<radiobutton "$skintone" "espresso">> Espresso brown. <<radiobutton "$skintone" "chocolate">> Chocolate brown. [[Next.|CC-eyecolor]]

<h2>Eyecolor</h2> <<radiobutton "$eyecolor" "amber" checked>> Amber. <<radiobutton "$eyecolor" "chocolate brown">> Chocolate brown. <<radiobutton "$eyecolor" "hazel">> Hazel. <<radiobutton "$eyecolor" "onyx">> Onyx. <<radiobutton "$eyecolor" "caribbean blue">> Caribbean blue. <<radiobutton "$eyecolor" "ice blue">> Ice blue. <<radiobutton "$eyecolor" "ocean blue">> Ocean blue. <<radiobutton "$eyecolor" "steel blue">> Steel blue. <<radiobutton "$eyecolor" "cool grey">> Cool grey. <<radiobutton "$eyecolor" "marble grey">> Marble grey. <<radiobutton "$eyecolor" "silver">> Silver. <<radiobutton "$eyecolor" "sterling grey">> Sterling grey. <<radiobutton "$eyecolor" "sea green">> Sea green. <<radiobutton "$eyecolor" "emerald green">> Emerald green. <<radiobutton "$eyecolor" "jade green">> Jade green. <<radiobutton "$eyecolor" "chartreuse">> Chartreuse. [[Next.|CC-haircolor]]

<h2>Haircolor</h2> <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "ash blonde" checked>> Ash blonde. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "golden blonde">> Golden blonde. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "blonde">> Blonde. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "dark blonde">> Dark blonde. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "cool brown">> Cool brown. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "golden brown">> Golden brown. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "brown">> Brown. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "chocolate brown">> Chocolate brown. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "ash brown">> Ash brown. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "redish blonde">> Redish blonde. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "auburn">> Auburn. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "expresso">> Espresso. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "black">> Black. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "jet black">> Jet black. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "dark burgundy">> Dark burgundy. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "red burgundy">> Red burgundy. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "blue">> Blue. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "purple">> Purple. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "lilac">> Lilac. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "pink">> Pink. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "silver">> Silver. <<radiobutton "$haircolor" "white">> White. [[Next.|CC-hairlength]]

<h2>Hair Length</h2> <<radiobutton "$hairlength" "shaved" checked>> Shaved. <<radiobutton "$hairlength" "short">> Short. <<radiobutton "$hairlength" "neck length">> Neck length. <<radiobutton "$hairlength" "shoulder length">> Shoulder length. <<radiobutton "$hairlength" "mid-back length">> Mid-back length. <<radiobutton "$hairlength" "waist length">> Waist length. <<radiobutton "$hairlength" "hip length">> Hip length. <<radiobutton "$hairlength" "mid-thigh length">> Mid-thigh length. <<radiobutton "$hairlength" "done up">> Done up. <<radiobutton "$hairlength" "braided">> Braided. [[Next.|CC-hairtexture]]

<h2>And your last name?</h2> <<textbox "$lastname" "">> <<link 'View Suggestions'>><<run Dialog.setup("Last Name Suggestions"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Last Name Suggestions").processText()); Dialog.open();>><</link>> <<link "Confirm Name">><<if $lastname is "">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please enter a last name.<</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#textbox-error">><</replace>> <<run Engine.play("Pronouns")>> <</if>><</link>><span id="textbox-error"></span>

* Silva * Ellis * Dunn * Clarke * Moore * Greer

<h2>What are your pronouns?</h2> [[He/him|gender][$heshe to "he",$himher to "him",$hisher to "his",$hishers to "his", $himelf to "himself"]] [[She/her|gender][$heshe to "she",$himher to "her",$hisher to "her",$hishers to "hers", $himelf to "herself"]] [[They/them|gender][$heshe to "they",$himher to "them",$hisher to "their",$hishers to "theirs", $himelf to "themself"]]

<h2>And your gender?</h2> [[Male|CC-skintone][$sex to "male", $gender to "man"]] [[Female|CC-skintone][$sex to "female", $gender to "woman"]] [[Non-Binary|CC-skintone][$sex to "non-binary", $gender to "person"]]

<h2>Hair Texture</h2> <<radiobutton "$hairtexture" "straight" checked>> Straight. <<radiobutton "$hairtexture" "kinky straight">> Kinky straight. <<radiobutton "$hairtexture" "wavy">> Wavy. <<radiobutton "$hairtexture" "loose curls">> Loose curls. <<radiobutton "$hairtexture" "tight curls"?? Tight curls. <<radiobutton "$hairtexture" "kinky curly">> Kinky curly. <<radiobutton "$hairtexture" "curly">> Curly. <<radiobutton "$hairtexture" "coily">> Coily. [[Next.|CC-facialhair]]

<h2>Facial Hair</h2> <<radiobutton "$facialhair" "no facial hair" checked>> No facial hair. <<radiobutton "$facialhair" "clean shaven">> Clean shaven. <<radiobutton "$facialhair" "stubble">> Stubble. <<radiobutton "$facialhair" "medium stubble">> Medium stubble. <<radiobutton "$facialhair" "long stubble">> Long stubble. <<radiobutton "$facialhair" "full beard">> Full beard. <<radiobutton "$facialhair" "goatee">> Goatee. <<radiobutton "$facialhair" "mustache">> Mustache. <<radiobutton "$facialhair" "side burns">> Side burns. [[Next.|CC-height]]

<h2>Height</h2> <<radiobutton "$height" "very short" checked>> Very short. <<radiobutton "$height" "short">> Short. <<radiobutton "$height" "average height">> Average. <<radiobutton "$height" "tall">> Tall. <<radiobutton "$height" "very tall">> Very tall. [[Next.|CC-skinmarks]]

<h2>Skin Marks</h2> <<radiobutton "$skinmarks" "freckles covering your body" checked>> Body freckles. <<radiobutton "$skinmarks" "moles covering your body">> Body moles. <<radiobutton "$skinmarks" "a mole under your left eye">> A mole under your left eye. <<radiobutton "$skinmarks" "a mole under your right eye">> A mole under your right eye. <<radiobutton "$skinmarks" "a mole near your lip">> A mole near your lip. <<radiobutton "$skinmarks" "no skin marks">> No skinmarks. [[Next.|CC-scars]]

<h2>Scars</h2> <<radiobutton "$scars" "a scar across your nose" checked>> A scar across your nose. <<radiobutton "$scars" "a scar through your eyebrow">> A scar through your eyebrow. <<radiobutton "$scars" "a scar through your lip">> A scar through your lip. <<radiobutton "$scars" "a scar on your neck">> A scar on your neck. <<radiobutton "$scars" "a scar on your temple">> A scar on your temple. <<radiobutton "$scars" "a scar across your cheek">> A scar across your cheek. <<radiobutton "$scars" "a long scar on your thigh">> A long scar across your thigh. <<radiobutton "$scars" "a few shallow scars scattered across your shin">> A few shallow scars scattered across your shin. <<radiobutton "$scars" "a narrow, thin scar on the back of your left hand">> A narrow, thin scar on the back of your left hand. <<radiobutton "$scars" "a long, jagged scar on your right bisep">> A long, jagged scar on your right bisep. <<radiobutton "$scars" "have managed to avoid getting scars">> Managed to avoid getting scars. [[Next.|CC]]

<h2>Is this correct?</h2> You have $hairtexture, $haircolor hair that is $hairlength, $skintone skin, and $eyecolor eyes. You are $height with $skinmarks and $scars. [[No.|name]] [[Yes. Let's begin.|prologue]]

<<if $main is true>>[[Main Group]]<</if>> <<if $side is true>>[[Side Characters]]<</if>> <<link "Return to Game." $return>><</link>>

<<if $wars is true>>[[Wars]]<</if>> <<if $tribes is true>>[[Tribes]]<</if>> <<if $territories is true>>[[Territories]]<</if>> <<if $city is true>>[[Cities]]<</if>> <<if $planets is true>>[[Planets]]<</if>> <<if $religion is true>>[[Religion]]<</if>> <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center>

<<if $miller is true>>Gino Miller<</if>> <<if $williams is true>>Nicole (Nikki) Williams<</if>> <<if $lovesmith is true>>Daniel (Danny) Lovesmith<</if>> <<if $salas is true>>Jordan Salas<</if>> <<if $eldridge is true>>Camryn Eldridge<</if>> <<if $attwood is true>>Sloane Attwood<</if>> <<if $twin2 is true>>Arwan<</if>> <<if $twin is true>>Revna<</if>> [[Back.|Characters]]

<<if $benny is true>>Benny $lastname<</if>> <<if $charles is true>>Charles Lovesmith<</if>> <<if $gabbie is true>>Gabbie Lovesmith<</if>> [[Back.|Characters]]

<<if $siege is true>>Siege Of Hell (3012)- The first war to break out: only took three years before people started losing their shit; it was against one of the Churches who were doing their best to contain people and prevent a civil war from happening; they didn’t succeed.<</if>> <<if $unforseen is true>>Siege Of Unforseen Victory (3014)- One of the first wars; no one expected to win, let alone the minorities winning; created a lot of unnecessary tension between all groups of people.<</if>> <<if $uptopia is true>>Battle Of Utopia (3020)- This was more of a civil war than anything else; people were desperate and scared; one of the Churches tried to prevent this, but they were destroyed; some people wanted to pretend the world was ending, other wanted to face reality: this cause tension.<</if>> <<if $battle is true>>Battle Of Broken Wills (3023)- This battle was was a huge turning point for everyone; people were starting to feel reality and that scared them more than they already were; many were mourning the loss of loved ones and mourning the loss of a future.<</if>> <<if $scourge is true>>Assault Of The Scourge (3030)- One of the last wars; it was against the President at the time; people were angry, sad, scared, and grieving by this point; sanity was slowing losing.<</if>> <<if $insanity is true>>Battle Of Insanity (3036)- Final war before the Earth truly died out; pretty much all sanity was lost by this point: people were far from okay, but this war did drive a few people to work together to create a way to save some of humanity.<</if>> [[Back.|Codex]]

<<if $ino is true>>Ino<</if>> <<if $steel is true>>The Steel Mountain Tribe<</if>> <<if $lightening is true>>The True Lightening Tribe<</if>> <<if $shadow is true>>The Shadow Bones Children<</if>> <<if $ghost is true>>The Original Ghost Warriors<</if>> <<if $broken is true>>The Broken Dagger Tribe<</if>> [[Back.|Codex]]

<<if $midnight is true>>Midnight Continent<</if>> <<if $fading is true>>Fading Forest<</if>> <<if $savaged is true>>Savaged Rift<</if>> <<if $anchored is true>>Anchored Shores<</if>> <<if $sunken is true>>Sunken Territories<</if>> [[Back.|Codex]]

<<if $velfia is true>>Velfia, Midnight Continent- The city of Veflia was built in a large glade of a mighty forest and is truly a nature oriented city. Its beauty is matched by the backdrop of lush fields of grass, mountains, and a few waterfalls which have helped shape the city to what it is today. The trade resources these waterfalls and mountains brought were of great importance, but they were also influential when it came to architectural designs as the vast majority of buildings incorporate the aesthetic elements of waterfalls and light elements to mimic the aesthetics of the blue skies around them, as well as the lush greenery they provide. The skyline is spreading with modest skyscrapers and many show their age and rich history. Trade is at an all time high in Veflia and it has attracted a lot of attention. Many different cultures have left their mark not just on education, but also upon the city's identity. What historically was a city of little contrast has grown into a multicultural hub. It's this multicultural identity that has truly left its mark. A couple of bars, coffeehouses/cafés and bakeries offer a plethora of culinary choices and those who feel hungry for something else can enjoy tours, musical activities, the library, hiking/sightseeing, or one of the many other recreational venues.<</if>> <<if $haal is true>>Haal Taesi, Savaged Rift- Constructed in a mound, the metropolis of Haal Taesi is home to the Aumrauth. This metropolis wasn't built by a mound by accident, as it has an abundance of minerals, which is of great importance to the Innae of Haal Taesi and its success. The metropolis itself looks worn. With its gray rooftops, chiseled stone walls and a lot of insects, Haal Taesi has a bizarre atmosphere. The main attraction is the blacksmith, which was built 51 years ago. Haal Taesi has an tormented economy, which is mainly supported by mining, medicine and engineering. But their biggest strengths are skilled fighters and rare crop farming. However, Haal Taesi lacks Innae skilled in trade.<</if>> <<if $yaethmel is true>>Yaethmel, Anchored Shores- Settled on the dark side of an ocean, the settlement of Yaethmel is home to the Flinar. This settlement wasn't built by an ocean by accident, as it has ancient burial grounds, which is of great importance to the people of Yaethmel and its success. The settlement itself looks graceful. With its silky oak wood rooftops, blackwood walls and swarms of Camuar, Yaethmel has an intriguing atmosphere. The main attraction is the tower, which was built 46 years ago. Yaethmel has an advancing economy, which is mainly supported by fishing, animal training and herbalism. But their biggest strengths are ancient wine brewing techniques and deadly archers. However, Yaethmel lacks Innae skilled in mining.<</if>> <<if $mylfhone is true>>Mylfhone, Anchored Shores- Established on the Western side of a lake, the city of Mylfhone is home to the Filarion. This city wasn't built by a lake by accident, as it has a cultural history, which is of great importance to the people of Mylfhone and its success. The city itself looks humble. With its thatched rooftops, slate tile walls and enchanting wildlife, Mylfhone has an intriguing atmosphere. The main attraction is the greenhouse, which was built 27 years ago. Mylfhone has a breaking economy, which is mainly supported by fletching, carpeting and fishing. But their biggest strengths are herbs and delicate weaving. However, Mylfhone lacks Innae skilled in combat.<</if>> <<if $fsesari is true>>Fsesari, Sunken Territories- Forged under a mountain, the port of Fsesari is home to the Ardreth. This port wasn't built by a mountain by accident, as it has hidden tunnels, which is of great importance to the people of Fsesari and its success. The port itself looks stunning. With its thatched rooftops, redwood walls and frozen ponds, Fsesari has a captivating atmosphere. The main attraction is the stadium, which was built 60 years ago. Fsesari has a thriving economy, which is mainly supported by carpenting, farming and engineering. But their biggest strengths are gorgeous leatherworking and bow crafting. However, Fsesari lacks Innae skilled in animal training.<</if>> [[Back.|Codex]]

<<if $endor is true>>Endor<</f>> <<if $pandora is true>>Pandora<</if>> <<if $planet is true>>Solas<</if>> <<if $planet2 is true>>Nix<</if>> <<if $naboo is true>>Naboo<</if>> <<if $alderaan is true>>Alderaan<</if>> <<if $azeroth is true>>Azeroth<</if>> <<if $amazonia>>Amazonia<</if>> <<if $skiro is true>>Skaro<</if>> [[Back.|Codex]]

[[Deities]] [[Goddesses]] [[Gods]] [[Back.|Codex]]

Many believe in the Fates, a group of deities that are in charge of people’s lives. They’re the ones most people pray to, usually when something bad is happening or is going to happen. There are said to be three in total: Callisto, the deity of fortune, Arcturus, the deity of wisdom, and Leporis, the deity of luck. Callisto is usually depicted with a staff as well as a snake and is said to be a Dwarf from The Savaged Rift. Arcturus is usually depicted with a clock as well as an owl and is said to be a Giant from The Fading Forest. And Leporis is usually depicted with dice as well as a leopard and is said to be an Innae from The Sunken Territories. Many people celebrate the solstices, both winter and summer. Though some places may favor one over the other. There are many different traditions for celebrating these solstices and it differs from place to place. Though there are a few common things about the solstices that almost everyone agrees on. The solstices are a way to celebrate the twins, Corvi and Corvus, who are said to be in control of the sun and moons. They are said to chase each other in an endless cycle day in and day out, every single year. The solstices are a way to celebrate the two of them since its the shortest and longest days of the year. It’s believed that during these solstices, the twins are finally able to spend time with each other. Eclipses are also controlled by the twins and believed to be the only times the twins are able to embrace each other, if only for a few minutes. Eclipses are also highly celebrated and those traditions differ depending on where you go. [[Back.|Religion]]

Deimos is Sirius’ lover and the Goddess of Luck, Fortune, and Skill. Though some say she’s also the Goddess of Love, Serenity, and Seduction. She has a largely feminine following, though it ranges from the cruelest warlords to the sweetest babies. She blesses many with luck and fortune, so long as they deserve it. She is said to be a fierce woman with a tongue as tough as steel and teeth as sharp as blades. Many of her followers are believed to be the luckiest and loveliest in the world. Very few have True Sight, as that is what Deimos had when she mortal. During Sirius’ time on the mortal plane, he met and fell in love with Deimos. So when he was granted access back to Eos, he asked his older brother, Solas, if he could grant Deimos immortality and access into Eos once her time on the mortal plane was over. Solas watched over Deimos for many years and quickly learned of her gift and decided to grant his brother his wish. Deimos now resides over love and luck. Some believe she’s more powerful than Sirius since so many more pray to her. Deimos is also closely related to the Fates and some believe she is Mother Fate Herself. She is usually depicted as a bigger woman with a set of dual daggers (Endbringer, Crusader of Dark Souls) kissed by the flames in The Savaged Rift and a shield forged by Giants in The Fading Forest. Nix- Nix is the Goddess of Mischief, Trickery, and Entertainment. Many performers, entertainers, and thieves pray to Nix. She’s known to be extremely mischievous and loves to prank the other Gods and Goddesses and sometimes even Innae. She’s also believed to have control over volcanos and many who live near one pray to her regularly in hopes she doesn’t decide to play one of her “tricks.” She’s incredibly good at pickpocketing, stealing, and bargaining and is said to bless the most mischievous merchants and thieves with those skills. Some say she even blesses orphans and the homeless with pickpocketing and stealing. Many rich don’t pray to her nor do they like her all that much, but that’s mostly because she doesn't like them. When she was cast out of Eos for crossing a line against Solas, she struggled to understand how the rich could live lavishly while so many others suffered. After spending her allotted time on the mortal realm, she was allowed back into Eos, and from then on, never favored any who were rich and didn’t share. She is usually depicted as a scrawny woman wearing a hood and cloak made from fabric collected in The Sunken Territories and a pair of brass knuckles made from ore collected and blessed by the Dwarves in the Savaged Rift. [[Back.|Religion]]

Solas is believed to be the King of Gods, the All-Father, the All-Seeing. He is said to bless his worshippers with courageousness and bravery and bless his followers with good fortune, so long as they are loyal. Many pray to Solas for help with politics and peacemaking. He is usually depicted as a large man- in both height and physique- with a battle axe carved out of the sacred tree of life from The Midnight Continent. He is usually associated with Wolveesiro (wolf-like creature). Many say he can also control the weather and pray to him before embarking on sea journeys or during the wet season. Sirius is Solas’ younger brother and the God of War, Death, and Destruction. Many pray to him before battle, before and during war, and anything combat related. He is said to gift his followers with cunningness and heightened senses. If you are a good warrior, the greatest compliment is being told you have the skills of Sirius himself, for he was once a great general and warrior during his time spent mortal on the planet. Once his brother realized how gifted Sirius was, he decided to regift Sirius with immortality and was granted access back into Eos. Now he resides over war and violence, seeking the best warriors to add to his own army of celestial warriors. Many soldiers and warriors alike seek to make their way to The Dual Acres after dying on the battlefield. It’s the greatest accomplishment a warrior can achieve. From there, Sirius picks which get to join his army. Sirius is usually depicted as a bulky yet short man with a spear made of Midnight Iron and a black raven. [[Back.|Religion]]

<h1>Amazonia</h1> <span class="maps"><img src="Maps/Amazonia.jpg"/></span> <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center>

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Your armband vibrates against your $skintone skin, startling you out of your thoughts. You bring your arm up to see who contacted you only to find a message from your dad, saying he needs to speak to your urgently. Your heart rate spikes as all the possibilities run through your head as to why your father sent you this vague and anxiety inducing message. You send a message letting him know you're on your way before standing up from the couch. You survey the room, finding it empy except for an individual sitting in the corner farthest from you. You vaguely recognize them, though you don't spend much time trying to remember who they are. You pull your key card out of your back pocket, swiping it against the scanner near the door. It beeps, loud against the silence, before the door slowly slides open. You walk through, taking a left to head to your home. As you're walking in the silent hallway, you hear voices in the distance. Not sure who they belong to, you slow your pace to a brisk walk, hoping to slip past these people. You see an open doorway a few paces ahead of you, one that's usually locked. If you remember correctly, that door should lead to one of the many laboratories on The Flagship. Though they're usually restricted to the public. It's odd that the door is unlocked and even more shocking it's open. You slow your pace even more as the voices grow louder. Whoever these people are, they seem to be in a heated argument. You pause a few feet from the open door, debating if you should continue past the door or if you should see if you can hear what they are discussing. You descide to [[Not risk it. Whatever they're talking about isn't important enough to get caught. If the wrong person sees you, you could be looking to spend at least a few weeks in a cell. You walk past the open door, hoping they don't see you.|no-risk][$catious to Math.clamp($catious + 10, 0, 100)]] [[Risk it. Whatever they're discussing seems improtant, too important to pass up on this opportunity. Maybe it could clue you in to what your father wants to talk aobut and why all the high officials seem tense. You pause close to the open door, slowing your breathing in hopes it'll help you hide better.|risk][$reckless to Math.clamp($reckless + 10, 0, 100)]] <<set $statistics to true>>

You continue on your path, walking the familiar hallways. You have walked this path so many times, it's muscle memory at this point. You hardly have to think which turn to take and which hallway is which. Since you're so familiar with this path, it becomes hard to ignore the increase in guards standing along the hallway leading to your home. It's not unusual to see guards throughout The Flagship, but there's never this many. There's a guard every few feet and they're all carrying guns. You eye them cautiously, feeling their eyes on you as you walk down the hallway. Even when you walk completely past them, you can still feel their eyes on you. They're still, almost like statues. You get a feeling they know something you don't and they're just waiting for something bad to happen. Unease tugs at your gut and the hair on the back of your neck stands up. You hope this has nothing to do with what your father so urgently wants to talk about. If it is, then it can't be good. You pick up your pace, skin crawling under the guards scrutinizing glares and stiff postures. [[Next.|prologue4]]

It's a little hard to hear what they're saying, which probably means they don't want to risk someone overhearing their converstation. That means it's important. "We've almost arrived-" "I'm well aware." "Operation Urban Angel isn't ready yet, Sovereign. We need more time." "We don't have time, Erin. We are running out of food." "I know that. Believe me, I do. But we can't rush something like this. If you want it done-" "We don't have time! We'll be arriving in a few days and I need to send a group down not long after. You have four days, Erin." "But-" "Four days. Get it done." You hear footsteps getting louder and panic fills your body. Your eyes widen and goosebumps spread across your skin, making you shiver slightly. "Sovereign." There's a pause in the footsteps, followed by a sigh. "Yes?" "There's something, or-or someone, I've been meaning to show you." "Can it wait?" "Believe me sir, you're going to want to see this." The foosteps resume, though in the opposite direction of you. You let out a breath of air you didn't realize you were holding. Your shoulders sag as you let out a sigh. That was close, too close. You suddenly remember why you were even in this hallway in the first place. Shit, how long has it been? You pick up the pace, hoping to make up for lost time. [[Next.|no-risk]]

You finally reach the all too familiar door to your living quarters, though your heart plummets as you see the door is not just unlocked, but it's cracked open. You know how panaoid your father gets about leaving the door unlocked, much less open. You've been scolded one too many times to know this isn't a good sight. You look down both sides of the hallway before slowly approaching the door. [[You place your palm against the cool metal door, pushing it open catiously.|stealth][$stealth to Math.clamp($stealth + 10, 0, 100)]] [[You place your palm on the cool metal door and push it open as quickly as you can, preparing for a potential fight.|might][$might to Math.clamp($might + 10, 0, 100)]] [[You place your palm on the cool metal door, slowly pushing it open so you can look through the crack before entering the room. It's better to be prepared and paranoid than caught off guard and dead.|intelligence][$intelligence to Math.clamp($intelligence + 10, 0, 100)]]

The door slowly creaks open, the silence only adding to your paranoia that something is wrong. Terribly wrong. For as long as you can remember, your father always knew when you got home. He'd always stop what he was doing, no matter how important or urgent it was, just to greet you. He'd always ask about your day, even off to make you something to eat. So when no one greets you after you've walked through the door, your stomach twists in unease. You survey the familiar room, finding your kicthen table shoved to the side and chairs scattered around the room. Papers are strewn everywhere, the couch is misplaced and there is a cushion or two missing. The room looks like a complete mess, like someone was frantically searching for something. You turn your head towards the hallway leading to your father's room, your room, and the bathroom you both share. There's something dark smeared across the floor and it seems to extend the length of the hallway. You stare at the dark spot for a few moments before deciding to investigate what it is. [[Next.|prologue5]]

You shove the door open as hard as you can, flinching when the door slams into the metal wall. If there was someone in here and they didn't already know you were here, they definitely do now. The silence that greets you as you step through the door is very unsettling. For as long as you remember, your father always knew when you got home. He'd always stop what he was doing, no matter how important or urgent it was, just to greet you. He'd always ask about your day, even offer to make you something to eat. So when no one greets you after you've walked through the door, your stomach twists in unease. You survey the familiar room, finding your kitchen table shoved to the side and chairs scattered around the room. Papers are strewn everywhere, the couch is misplaced and there is a cushion or two missing. The room looks like a complete mess, like someone was frantically searching for something. You turn your head towards the hallway leading to your father's bedroom, your bedroom, and the bathroom you both share. There's something dark smeared across the floor and it seems to extend the length of the hallway. You stare at the dark spot for a few moments before deciding to investigate what it is. [[Next.|prologue5]]

You push the door open wide enough to peek through the crack, trying to see if there's anything that will give you a hint as to why your door is open. You can't really see much through the crack, though you have a feeling that something is greatly wrong with your home. You catiously approach the door, pushing it gently until it's open all the way. The silence that greets you leaves you feeling even more paranoid. For as long as you remember, your father always knew when you got home. He'd always stop what he was doing, no matter how important or urgent it was, just to greet you. He'd always ask about your day, even offer to make you something to eat. So when no one greets you after you've walked through the door, you stomach twists in unease. You survey the familiar room, finding your kitchen table shoved to the side and chairs scatted around the room. Papers are strewn everywhere, the couch is misplaced and there is a cushion or two missing. The room looks like a complete mess, like someone was frantically searching for something. You turn your head towards the hallway leading to your father's bedroom, your bedroom, and the bathroom you both share. There's something dark smeared across the floor and it seems to extend the length of the hallway. You stare at the dark spot for a few moments before deciding to investigate what is is. [[Next.|prologue5]]

You approach the darkness smeared on your floor before realizing it's blood. The trail leads straight to your father's room, where the door is cracked open. His door is always closed, just like your bedroom door and the bathroom door are. Avoiding the trail of blood, you carefully creepy towards your father's room. Unease, anxiety, and adrenaline course through your veins as a hundred different possibilities fly through your head. Something bad happened here, something tragic. Anyone would be able to tell that there was a fight here, at least before someone got severely injured. Not that your father is a small man, in fact he's quite the opposite. Your mother used to jokingly call him 'teddy bear' because he was big and scary like a bear, but was truly soft and gentle like a stuffed animal. Your father also has combat training from spending a few years in the Battle of Insanity, which was the last war before Earth truly died out. So it wasn't exactly easy to take him down, no matter how good of a fighter you were. Considering the armed guards you saw on your way here, you have a feeling your father was at a great disadvantage. You aren't exactly sure what your father did to garner this treatment, but he must have done something tragic if this is the result. You approach the door, nerves making you feel light headed. Either your father is severely injured, or worse, dead. You aren't sure you want see either, if you're being completely honest. You open the door, finding your father's typically neat bedroom compeltely trashed. The bed is moved aside, the covers strewn half-hazardly and pillows thrown across the room. The wardrobe your father has tucked into the corner farthest away from the door is wide open, clothes ripped from hangers and thrown around the room, shoes split from their pairs and socks litter the floor. His nightstand is knocked over, the picture of mom, dad, and you is smashed on the cold metal floor. The glass is shattered across the room and the picture itself is torn and bloodied. Whatever happened here didn't end well and your best guess, it was your father it didn't end well for. As you look around the room, you realize there's no sign of your father. No letter, no note, no picture, nothing. What happened? Where is your father and why does it look like you got robbed? Why is there blood and who does it belong to? [[Next.|prologue6]] <<set $codex to true>> <<set $wars to true>> <<set $side to true>> <<set $benny to true>> <<set $insanity to true>>

Your armband vibrates, startling your for the second time today. You bring your arm up, watching as the screen lights up. A new message appears on the screen, this time it's an announcement from the Confidant, Gabbie. Apparently the Sovereign has some important news to share with everyone. You drop your arm, looking around your father's bedroom. You only have an hour or two before the announcement takes place. That's time to explore two more places, otherwise you'll either end up late or miss it altogether. [[You decide to investigate the rest of your home. Maybe there's something here that can give you more information about your father's whereabouts. Or even just something about what happened here.|ivg.home]] <<set $characters to true>> <<set $gabbie to true>>

You look around your father's bedroom, eyes glazing over all the damage. You sigh, feeling your energy leave as you start to think about how you'll have to clean this up later. For now, you ignore it and head back out into the hallway. You still have the main room to check and the secret safe in the lounge. [[You head into the main room, where everything else is in disarray.|mainroom]] [[You head into the lounge are where you know your father has a secret safe.|saferoom]]

You head down the hallway, back towards the main room of your living quarters. Realization dawns on you as you become aware of just how destroyed your home looks. Seeing no signs of your father leaves a weird emptiness in you, one you've only every felt once before. Looking around you decide to start searching [[The kitchen first. If your father wasn't at work or in his bedroom, then he was in the kitchen. It's on of his favorite places, mainly because it was your mothers. She loved to cook, it was like a love language. He learned a few skills from her and now he spoils you with food.|kitchen]] [[The lounge first. It was where you and your family would spend most of your nights, back when your mother was around. Now, it typically sits untouched unless you make specific plans to watch something.|lounge]]

You head into the lounge, making your way directly to the painting behind the couch. Whether your father knows you know about this secret or not, is uncertain. But it could potentially give you some answers and a little bit of clarity. You gently remove the painting off the wall, staring at it for a few moments. You remember the story behind this painting well. It's one of the few things left of your mother. She painted part of the Amazon Rainforest, something you never got to see yourself. Your mother had and she loved that forest. She would always tell you stories of her adventures before you went to sleep every night. It was your thing; it belonged to just you and your mother. You remember the way her eyes would sparkle every time she talked about Earth and how a gentle smile would appear whenever you asked questions. You place the painting on the couch, careful not to ruin it. Taking a deep breath in, you turn back towards the wall. While to someone else, it would look like any other wall, to you, it looks like a secret waiting to be revealed. You press the top right and bottom left corner then the top left and bottom right corner. A quiet <em>'hsss'</em> emits from the wall, painfully loud in the all quiet room. Part of the wall opens slowly, revealing a safe with a keypad and turn dial. Staring at the safe you start to grow frustrated as you realize you have no idea how to open it. You look around the room, trying to remember if your father ever wrote the code down. Having no idea where to start, you figure the kitchen is the best place. [[Next.|kitchen3]]

Walking into the kitchen, you realize there are many drawers and cabinets open. Plates, bowls, and utensils are scattered across the counters and in the sink. There are even a few smashed plates on the ground. You walk further into the kitchen when a royal purple blob catches your attention. Deciding to inspect it, you crouch down and grab the purple blob. Upon holding it, you realize it's a part of a royal purple plate. Your mother bought this set for your father's birthday because it was his favorite color. Placing the plate down, anger courses through your veins as you imagine a bunch of arrogant, stuck-up assholes trashing the place you call home. They clearly didin't care that this place belonged to someone or that certain things hold sentimental value. You guess it pays to be privileged. Standing up, you approach the set of cabinets closest to you. You pick up a few plates, the metal cool against your skin, to put away. Other than the mess of plates, bowls, and utensils, nothing seems out of place. You put things away as your move along the counter of your kitchen, hoping this will help in the long run. Once most of the dishes are put away, you take the time to actually inspect your kitchen. You check the fridge. Maybe your father put a secret message in there. Oh, who are you kidding. Your father would never put a secret message in the fridge. Not when his home is being ravaged. You still check. Just in case. There's nothing out of the ordinary in your fridge. Just the food that's always in there. No secret message. Your eyes fall on an unopened drawer in your kitchen and suddenly you remember something your father once said. <em>'All my important stuff goes in the drawer two spaces to the left of the fridge.'</em> [[Next.|drawer]]

You walk into the lounge room, taking in the distressing sight. You make your way to the couch, reaching your hands into the crevices in hopes of finding something. The only things you seem to find are lint, buttons, and a peppermint. Sighing, you try searching through the coffee table turned extra storage. There's nothing but blankets and a pillow in there. Looking at the TV, you see your reflection staring back at you. You look far more tired than you thought you did. Turning away from your reflection, you realize there isn't much else to search through in your lounge room. Remembering the bookshelf to your right, you turn your head towards it. A few books have fallen off the shelves and lay scattered on the ground. From where you stand, you can tell there isn't going to be much worth searching through on the bookshelf. You decide to check the kitchen next. [[Next.|kitchen2]]

You decide to head to the kitchen next. When you walk into the kitchen, you realize there are many drawers and cabinets open. Plates, bowls, and utensils are scattered across the counters and in the sink. There are even a few smashed plates on the ground. You walk further into the kitchen when a royal purple blob catches your attention. Deciding to inspect it, you crouch down and grab the purple blob. Upon holding it, you realize it's a part of a royal purple plate. Your mother bought this for your father's birthday because it was his favorite color. Placing the plate down, anger courses through your veins as you imagine a bunch of arrogant, stuck-up assholes trashing the place you call home. They clearly didn't care that this place belongs to someone or that certain things hold sentimental value. You guess it pays to be privileged. Standing up, you approach the set of cabinets closest to you. You pick up a few plates, the metal cool against your skin, to put away. Other than the mess of plates, bowls, and utensils, nothing seems to be out of place. You put things away as you move along the counter of your kitchen, hoping this will help in the long run. Once most of the dishes are put away, you take the time to actually inspect your kitchen. You check the fridge. Maybe your father put a secret message in there. Oh, who are you kidding. You father would never put a secret message in the fridge. Not when his home is being ravaged. You still check. Just in case. There's nothing out of the ordinary in your fridge. Just the food that's always in there. No secret message. Your eyes fall on an unopned drawer in your kitchen and you suddenly remember something your father said once. <em>'All my important stuff goes in the drawer two spaces to the left of the fridge.'</em> [[Next.|drawer3]]

You approach the drawer, realizing it's one of the few that aren't open. You pull the drawer open, surprised when you see nothing inside. Then you remember the secret safe behind the painting in the lounge room. Your father, as paranoid as he is, always had secret compartments. Pressing down on the metal slate at the bottom of the drawer, you feel something click. Startled, you jolt your hand back, watching as the metal slate slowly slides back into the drawer. A nilla folder sits neatly underneath the slate, patiently waiting to be read. You grab the folder out of the drawer, pressing the slate once again to close the mechanism. Once it's done, you close the drawer. Dragging a chair from the middle of the room, you sit down at the dining table. You open the nila folder, finding a document that's been blacked out in certain spots. Curious, you do your best to read what isn't blacked out. <em>Operation Urban Angel Lab report #216 The experiments have been going great. The ---------------------------------- treatment well. Everything is -----------------. The ---------- will be proud once ------------. Subject --------- is the most promising -----------------. It would appear that the treatments -------- have the most promising --------. If we want Urban Angel to -------, we'll need many more --------.</em> The rest of the page is blacked out and even against the light, you can barely read the words. You set the document aside, turning your attention back to the nilla folder. You realize there are many documents like the one you just read. Most of it is blacked out too and the little bits you can read are pretty much the same. Whatever, or whoever, this subject is, seems incredibly important and valuable to Operation Urban Angel. Though you still aren't sure what this operation truly is. Searching through the rest of the nilla folder, you stumble upon a paper with a drawing of a safe. There is a code for a keypad and a code for a turn dial. It must be for the secret safe your father has in the lounge room. You decide to search the lounge room before opening the safe. [[Next.|lounge2]]

You walk towards where the painting on the wall is, staring at the picture. You remember the story behind this painting well. It's one of the few things left of your mother. She painted part of the Amazon Rainforest, something you never got to see yourself. Your mother has and she loved that forest. She would always tell you stories of her adventures before you went to sleep every night. It was your thing; it belonged to just you and your mother. You remember the way her eyes would sparkle every time she talked about Earth and how a gentle smile would appear whenever you asked questions. You place the painting on the couch, careful not to ruin it. Taking a deep breath in, you turn towards the wall. While to someone else, it would look like any other wall, to you, it looked like a secret waiting to be revealed. You press the top right corner and bottom left corner and then the top left corner and the bottom right corner. A quiet <em>'hsss'</em> emits from the wall, painfully loud in the all quiet room. Part of the wall opens slowly, revealing a safe with a keypad and a turn dial. Staring at the safe, you remember the drawing you found. [[Next.|opensafe]]

You approach the drawer, realizing it's one of the few that aren't open. You pull the drawer open, surprised when you see nothing inside. Then you remember the secret safe behind the painting in the lounge room. Your father, as paranoid as he is, always had secret compartments. Pressing down on the metal slate at the bottom of the drawer, you feel something click. Startled, you jolt your hand back, watching as the metal slate slowly slides back into the drawer. A nilla folder sits neatly underneath the slate, patiently waiting to be read. You grab the folder out of the drawer, pressing the slate once again to close the mechanism. Once it's done, you close the drawer. Dragging a chair from the middle of the room, you sit down at the dining table. You open the nilla folder, finding a document that's been blacked out in certain spots. Curious, you do your best to read what isn't blacked out. <em>Operation Urban Angel Lab Report #216 The experiments have been going great. The ---------------------------------- treatment well. Everything is -----------------. The ---------- will be proud once ------------. Subject --------- is the most promising -----------------. It would appear that the treatments -------- have the most promising --------. If we want Urban Angel to -------, we'll need many more --------.</em> The rest of the page is blacked out and even against the light, you can barely read the words. You set the document aside, turning your attention back to the nilla folder. You realize there are many documents like the one you just read. Most of it is blacked out too and the little bits you can read are pretty much the same. Whatever, or whoever, this subject is, seems to be incredibly important and valuable to Operation Urban Angel. Though you still aren't sure what this operation truly is. Searching through the rest of the nilla folder, you stumble upon a paper with a drawing of a safe. There is a code for a keypad and a code for a turn dial. It must be for the secret safe your father has in the lounge room. [[Next.|lounge3]]

Looking at the drawing you found in the kitchen, you look back at the safe. After punching in the numbers, a green light appears above the keypad. Shifting towards the turn dial, you take more care in handling it. Once you've creafully spun the dial correctly, another green light appears. This time, it's above the turn dial. A weird, high pitched mechanical sound emits from the safe in front of you. Not long after, a <em>'tsss'</em> sound emits from the safe before you notice it's slightly open. Pulling the door open, you peer inside. There's another nilla folder, a sleek black box made of wood, and a small pouch. [[You grab the nilla folder first.|nillafolder]] [[You grab the black box first.|blackbox2]] [[You grab the small pouch first.|smallpouch]]

You approach the drawer, realizing it's one of the few that aren't open. You pull the drawer open, surprised when you see nothing inside. Then you remember the secret safe behind the painting in the lounge room. Your father, as paranoid as he is, always had secret compartments. Pressing down on the metal slate at the bottom of the drawer, you feel something click. Startled, you jolt your hand back, watching as the metal slate slowly slides back into the drawer. A nilla folder sits neatly underneath the slate, patiently waiting to be read. You grab the folder out of the drawer, pressing the slate once again to close the mechanism. Once it's done, you close the drawer. Dragging a chair from the middle of the room, you sit down at the dining table. You open the nilla folder, finding a document that's been blacked out in certain spots. Curious, you do your best to read what itsn't blacked out. <em>Operation Urban Angel Lab report #216 The experiments have been going great. The ---------------------------------- treatment well. Everything is -----------------. The ---------- will be proud once ------------. Subject --------- is the most promising -----------------. It would appear that the treatments -------- have the most promising --------. If we want Urban Angel to -------, we'll need many more --------.</em> The rest of the page is blacked out and even against the light, you can barely read the words. You set the document aside, turning your attention back to the nilla folder. You realize there are many documents like the one you just read. Most of it is blacked out too and the little bits you can read are pretty much the same. Whatever, or whoever, this subject is, seems incredibly important and valuable to Operation Urban Angel. Though you still aren't sure what this operation truly is. Searching through the rest of the nilla folder, you stumble upon a paper with a drawing of a safe. There is a code for a keypad and a code for a turn dial. It must be for the secret safe your father has in the lounge room. You decide to search the lounge room before opening the safe. [[Next.|opensafe]]

The nilla folder is slightly worn with crinkles and tears around the edges. There's even a corner missing. Opening the folder up, you see a bunch of pieces of paper. The first one, you realize, is a letter. It would seen it's addressed to your father, but the person who wrote it is unfamiliar. <em>'C.L.'</em> is written at the bottom in neat cursive handwriting. <em> Dear Benny, I hope this letter finds you well. It's been eight days since you've left and I can't seem to forget our last conversation we had. Well, conversation is a tad bit of a stretch. I've spent many nights lying awake, thinking about all the things I said to you. I should never has spoken to you like that. It was wrong of me. I now only wish to see you once more. A chance to redo out last conversation. There are so many other ways I would have liked to spend out last night together. I miss you tenderly, my starlight. I hope you are faring well, wherever you are. Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Do you too lie awake at night missing the comfort of my presence? With love, C.L.</em> [[The intimate letter catches you off gaurd, leaving you feeling slightly embarrassed and very confused. This letter isn't from your mother and yet, it seems as intimate as one she would send.|nillafolder2]] [[The letter surprises you with how familiar C.L. seems to be with your father. It would appear he had an admirer.|nillafolder2]] [[You quite enjoyed reading the letter. It's a way to get to know your father before he become your father. He never really talks about the time before the Evacuation.|nillafolder2]] [[You feel slightly taken aback and a bit disgusted after reading this. You don't really care to know the type of relationships he had with people. He is still your father.|nillafolder2]]

The box is rough against your skin, the wood obviously worn. It would appear the box has been stained black as there are some spots lighter than others. When you shift the box upwards to get a better look at the locking mechanism, you see letters carved into the side. ‘B.$lastname. + H.Adams’ It’s your parent’s initials. Curious, you open the medium sized box. There are a few things inside it. A few pictures- something you’ve come to know as Polaroid pictures, Earth money- specifically a penny, and a purple lighter. You grab the pictures out of the box, placing it back in the safe. The first picture you look at seems to be a younger version of your parents. They’re smiling and your father has his arm around your mother’s shoulders. They look happy here, less worn. An ache blossoms in your chest at the sight of your parents together. Something you’ve missed for most of your life. Deciding to move on, you look at the next picture. It’s another picture of your father, but this time there’s a man with him. Your father is carrying this man on his back, both appear to be laughing when this picture was taken. The guy on your father’s back feels familiar, but you don’t know enough about your parent’s childhood to be certain. The third picture is of your mother, surrounded by a rainforest. She’s wearing a hat the likes of which you’ve never seen before and simple beige clothing. There’s a giant smile on her face, one that’s completely carefree. You think those are monkeys in the picture with her, but you’re not totally certain. It’s been a while since you’ve researched Earth animals. Putting the photos back into the black box, you pick up the lighter. It seems just like any old lighter. Your father always carries one on him at all times, even though he said he’d quit smoking years ago. Right around when the Battle of Insanity started. You suppose some habits are harder to break than others. Putting the lighter back, you close the black box, pushing it back into the position you found it in. You decide to inspect one more thing before moving on. [[You grab the nilla folder next.|nillafolder3]] [[You grab the small pouch next.|smallpouch3.1]]

The pouch is heavy and coarse in your palm. It’s a deep brown color and an unfamiliar material is used to close the pouch. Upon opening it, you find a necklace made of silver. You pull the necklace out of the pouch, examining it further. There’s a locket with intricate details attached to the silver chain. You brush your thumb across the cold metal, feeling the groves of the details. You open the locket, finding a picture with unfamiliar people. Though one of them does look vaguely like your father. Perhaps this is a picture of your father’s family? Maybe it’s one of those family photos your parent’s make you take when you’re younger. A way of ‘remembering the good ‘ol days’, or something like that. At least that’s what your mother used to say whenever she made you and your father pose for family photos. You close the locket, turning it over to look at the back. There’s an engraving there: ‘$name family, circa 3020’. The people in this locket must be your father’s side of the family. You never got the chance to meet your grandparents, your aunts, uncles or cousins- on either side. Deciding to pocket it, you put the pouch back into the safe. There are still a few other things in here you can look through. [[You grab the nilla folder next.|nillafolder4]] [[You grab the black box next.|blackbox4.1]]

Looking through the nilla folder, you realize it's filled with more letters. But not all of them are from 'C.L.', some are from people you recognize and people you don't. You have time to read one more letter. [[You read from the letter with dark smudges smeared around the page. Whatever substance this was has dried a long time ago.|smudgedletter]] [[You read the letter with your mother's name at the top. There are what appear to be tear stains scattered around the off-white letter.|mothersletter]] [[You read the letter addressed to your father from someone named 'Edkins'. The name sounds familiar, but you can't seem to figure out where from.|edkinsletter]]

<em>October 12th, 3037 Dear Benjamin, We managed to seal off Sector Eight last night. It was tough, but we did it. Your plan actually worked, Ben. I almost couldn't believe it, but then again, you were always a good planner. I hope things are going well over there in Sector Three. Last I heard, it was pretty bad out there. Apparently there are mass waves of hysteria there. Be careful, man. You're too important to too many people. And try not to worry about the rest of us. We're doing fine. With Sector Eight sealed off, I think we finally have a chance to breathe. Adam is doing great. He's been getting better since the last time we spoke. I think he's going to make it. God, I hope he makes it. Penelope is doing mighty fine too. Still ill, but she hasn't been coughing as bad these past few days. Everyone else is doing alright too. As alright as you can be in this shit hole world. Try not to die, alright? You've got a wife and a kid on the way. Don't leave them all alone. And hurry back! If you want a future for that kid of yours, you seriously need to stop fucking around. From, Sebastian Folk</em> [[Next.|safechoices]]

<em>September 3rd, 3037 Dear Hannah, I hope you're doing alright. I heard some very interesting news from Gabriel and Finn. Were you seriously not going to tell me you were pregnant?! Hannah! I'm going to be an aunt and you haven't told me yet? I feel betrayed. In all seriousness, congrats my dear sister. Even in this shitty world, I always new you'd somehow turn it around. You've given all of us here in Sector Eight hope. Hope that everything will work out. That we'll all get off this Hell hole and make whatever planet we find, home. That kid of yours is going to do great things, Hannah, I just know it. They're going to change the future of humankind. Much like how you're changing humankind now. Please be safe out there. I can't bear the thought of losing you, not when I just got you back. I hope to see you soon. I love you, Peanut. Love, Penelepe Folk </em> [[Next.|safechoices]]

<em>3035 Dear Benjamin, How are you doing? I hope things haven't been too hard on you, taking care of your kid on your own. Hannah was a lovely woman and someone who should be here with us now. I'm truly sorry for your loss. I have some follow up questions from our previous discussion. I'm aware now probably isn't the best time to be asking you this, but if you want to do this, we have to start now. The younger, the better. Please come see me whenever you can. Preferably soon. From, E. Edkins</em> [[Next.|safechoices]]

Putting the letters back into the nilla folder, which you put back into the safe, you look at the other objects sitting inside the safe. You decide to inspect something else. [[You grab the black box next.|blackbox]] [[You grab the small pouch next.|smallpouch2.2]]

The box is rough against your skin, the wood obviously worn. It would appear the box has been stained black as there are some spots lighter than others. When you shift the box upwards to get a better look at the locking mechanism, you see letters carved into the side. ‘B.$lastname. + H.Adams’ It’s your parent’s initials. Curious, you open the medium sized box. There are a few things inside it. A few pictures- something you’ve come to know as Polaroid pictures, Earth money- specifically a penny, and a purple lighter. You grab the pictures out of the box, placing it back in the safe. The first picture you look at seems to be a younger version of your parents. They’re smiling and your father has his arm around mother’s shoulders. They look happy here, less worn. An ache blossoms in your chest at the sight of your parents together. Something you’ve missed for most of your life. Deciding to move on, you look at the next picture. It’s another picture of your father, but this time there’s a man with him. Your father is carrying this man on his back, both appear to be laughing when this picture was taken. The guy on your father’s back feels familiar, but you don’t know enough about your parent’s childhood to be certain. The third picture is of your mother, surrounded by a rainforest. She’s wearing a hat the likes of which you’ve never seen before and simple beige clothing. There’s a giant smile on her face, one that’s completely carefree. You think those are monkeys in the picture with her, but you’re not totally certain. It’s been a while since you’ve researched Earth animals. Putting the photos back into the black box, you pick up the lighter. It seems just like any old lighter. Your father always carries one on him at all times, even though he said he’d quit smoking years ago. Right around when the Battle of Insanity started. You suppose some habits are harder to break than others. Putting the lighter back, you close the black box, pushing it back into the position you found it in. You decide to inspect one more object. [[You grab the small pouch next.|smallpouch2]]

The pouch is heavy and coarse in your palm. It’s a deep brown color and an unfamiliar material is used to close the pouch. Upon opening it, you find a necklace made of silver. You pull the necklace out of the pouch, examining it further. There’s a locket with intricate details attached to the silver chain. You brush your thumb across the cold metal, feeling the groves of the details. You open the locket, finding a picture with unfamiliar people. Though one of them does look vaguely like your father. Perhaps this is a picture of your father’s family? Maybe it’s one of those family photos your parent’s make you take when you’re younger. A way of ‘remembering the good ‘ol days’, or something like that. At least that’s what your mother used to say whenever she made you and your father pose for family photos. You close the locket, turning it over to look at the back. There’s an engraving there: ‘$lastname family, circa 3020’. The people in this locket must be your father’s side of the family. You never got the chance to meet your grandparents, your aunts, uncles or cousins- on either side. Deciding to pocket it, you put the pouch back into the safe. You decide to inspect one more object. [[You pick up the black box next.|blackbox3.2]]

The pouch is heavy and coarse in your palm. It’s a deep brown color and an unfamiliar material is used to close the pouch. Upon opening it, you find a necklace made of silver. You pull the necklace out of the pouch, examining it further. There’s a locket with intricate details attached to the silver chain. You brush your thumb across the cold metal, feeling the groves of the details. You open the locket, finding a picture with unfamiliar people. Though one of them does look vaguely like your father. Perhaps this is a picture of your father’s family? Maybe it’s one of those family photos your parent’s make you take when you’re younger. A way of ‘remembering the good ‘ol days’, or something like that. At least that’s what your mother used to say whenever she made you and your father pose for family photos. You close the locket, turning it over to look at the back. There’s an engraving there: ‘$lastname family, circa 3020’. The people in this locket must be your father’s side of the family. You never got the chance to meet your grandparents, your aunts, uncles or cousins- on either side. Deciding to pocket it, you put the pouch back into the safe. [[Next.|beforehand]]

You still have time to explore one more place before the announcement. [[You decide to go to your father's work. Perhaps someone there can tell you where your father is or what happened. It's as good as any place to start.|ivg.work]] [[You decide to explore The Flagship. Maybe you'll stumble upon something useful to help with your investigation. It's better than nothing.|ivg.flagship]]

You look around your home, sighing as you take in it's state. You're already regretting having to clean this up later. Turning your head to the door, you decide to focus on something else. Deciding to head to your father's work, you leave your home. If he wasn't home, he was at work. After wandering the halls for what felt like hours, you stumble across a light blue metalic door. There's a silver plaque drilled into the wall just left of the door, reading: 'Eningeering Quarters'. Looks like the right place. Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door. There's a long pause of silence and you're starting to think no one's there when suddenly the door slides open. Startled, you look up to meet the stranger standing in the doorway. She's tall, just barely short enough to fit under the doorframe. Her tawny brown skin glistens with sweat and her coily black hair is frizzy undearneath a dark red bandana. She looks you up and down, crossing her arms against her chest. The overalls she's wearing are stained with dark substances and the tank top she's wearing under it appears wrinkled. She grunts, sniffing slightly as she brings a grease stained hand to wipe at her nose. You can imagine she's probably a pretty woman when she's not covered in grease. [["Uh, hello," you say in a small voice. "I was wondering if I could talk to someone about my dad?"|shy][$passive to Math.clamp($passive +10, 0, 100)]] [["Do you now where my father is?" You demand harshly, staring at the lady with disinterested eyes.|assertive][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive +10, 0, 100)]] [["Excuse me, Ma'am," you call, pausing a second to think about your next words. "I was wondering if someone might know where my father is?"|catious][$catious to Math.clamp($catious +10, 0, 100)]]

You look around your home, taking in its state. You sigh, already regretting having to clean this up later. Deciding to focus on something else, you look at the door. After a few minutes of thinking, you ultimately decide on exploring The Flagship first. You aren’t really sure what you’re expecting to find, but maybe something will find you. You leave, deciding to start the way that’s opposite of where you came. You aimlessly wander the halls of The Flagship. You take a right, then a left, then another left, and a right, before stopping in the hall you’re currently in. This is an area you’re not completely familiar with, just from a lack of wandering over here. It’s mostly used by the higher officials, as this is where their offices are. You look at the pale silver and white door to your left, eyes tracing the intricate pattern carved into the metal. There’s a name etched into the door, near the middle, it reads: ‘Codcomb’. The Codcomb family is a name you’re familiar with, since they’re one of the more rich families on The Flagship. Dante and Romeo are in charge of food and if you were ever curious about how food works on The Flagship, they were the ones to talk to. They’re also the ones who decide how much food gets put out each day. Sometimes you’ve had to ration your food, though your father always gave you some of his food. Even if you protested, which you often did. Turning your head to the opposite side of the hall, you spot another pale silver and white door, though this one has no patterns or designs. There’s a name etched into the middle of the door, just like the other one, and it reads: ‘Filstrid’. The Filstrid family name is also familiar to you, as they’re another rich family aboard The Flagship. Klaus Filstrid is the head of security, with his wife, Imani, who is just one position below him. She typically pays attention to logistics and planning events and routes the guards need to take to ensure everyone’s safety. Though, to say the guards actually do their jobs, is definitely a stretch. [[Next.|flagshiphall]]

The box is rough against your skin, the wood obviously worn. It would appear the box has been stained black as there are some spots lighter than others. When you shift the box upwards to get a better look at the locking mechanism, you see letters carved into the side. ‘B.$lastname. + H.Adams’ It’s your parent’s initials. Curious, you open the medium sized box. There are a few things inside it. A few pictures- something you’ve come to know as Polaroid pictures, Earth money- specifically a penny, and a purple lighter. You grab the pictures out of the box, placing it back in the safe. The first picture you look at seems to be a younger version of your parents. They’re smiling and your dather has his arm around mother’s shoulders. They look happy here, less worn. An ache blossoms in your chest at the sight of your parents together. Something you’ve missed for most of your life. Deciding to move on, you look at the next picture. It’s another picture of your father, but this time there’s a man with him. Your father is carrying this man on his back, both appear to be laughing when this picture was taken. The guy on your father’s back feels familiar, but you don’t know enough about your parent’s childhood to be certain. The third picture is of your mother, surrounded by a rainforest. She’s wearing a hat the likes of which you’ve never seen before and simple beige clothing. There’s a giant smile on her face, one that’s completely carefree. You think those are monkeys in the picture with her, but you’re not totally certain. It’s been a while since you’ve researched Earth animals. Putting the photos back into the black box, you pick up the lighter. It seems just like any old lighter. Your father always carries one on him at all times, even though he said he’d quit smoking years ago. Right around when the Battle of Insanity started. You suppose some habits are harder to break than others. Putting the lighter back, you close the black box, pushing it back into the position you found it in. You decide to inspect one more thing before moving on. [[Next.|beforehand]]

The nilla folder is slightly worn with crinkles and tears around the edges. There's even a corner missing. Opening the folder up, you see a bunch of pieces of paper. The first one, you realize, is a letter. It would seen it's addressed to your father, but the person who wrote it is unfamiliar. <em>'C.L.'</em> is written at the bottom in neat cursive handwriting. <em> Dear Benny, I hope this letter finds you well. It's been eight days since you've left and I can't seem to forget our last conversation we had. Well, conversation is a tad bit of a stretch. I've spent many nights lying awake, thinking about all the things I said to you. I should never has spoken to you like that. It was wrong of me. I now only wish to see you once more. A chance to redo out last conversation. There are so many other ways I would have liked to spend out last night together. I miss you tenderly, my starlight. I hope you are faring well, wherever you are. Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Do you too lie awake at night missing the comfort of my presence? With love, C.L</em> [[The intimate letter catches you off gaurd, leaving you feeling slightly flustered and very confused. This letter isn't from your mother and yet, it seems as intimate as one she would send.|nillafolder3.1]] [[The letter surprises you with how familiar C.L. seems to be with your father. It would appear he had an admirer.|nillafolder3.1]] [[You quite enjoyed reading the letter. It's a way to get to know your father before he became your father. He never really talks about the time before the Evacuation.|nillafolder3.1]] [[You feel slightly taken aback and a bit disgusted after reading this. You don't really care to know the type of relationships he had with people. He is still your father.|nillafolder3.1]]

The pouch is heavy and coarse in your palm. It’s a deep brown color and an unfamiliar material is used to close the pouch. Upon opening it, you find a necklace made of silver. You pull the necklace out of the pouch, examining it further. There’s a locket with intricate details attached to the silver chain. You brush your thumb across the cold metal, feeling the groves of the details. You open the locket, finding a picture with unfamiliar people. Though one of them does look vaguely like your father. Perhaps this is a picture of your father’s family? Maybe it’s one of those family photos your parent’s make you take when you’re younger. A way of ‘remembering the good ‘ol days’, or something like that. At least that’s what your mother used to say whenever she made you and your father pose for family photos. You close the locket, turning it over to look at the back. There’s an engraving there: ‘$lastname family, circa 3020’. The people in this locket must be your father’s side of the family. You never got the chance to meet your grandparents, your aunts, uncles or cousins- on either side. Deciding to pocket it, you put the pouch back into the safe. [[You grab the nilla folder next.|nillafolder3.2]]

Looking through the nilla folder, you realize it's filled with more letters. But not all of them are from 'C.L.', some are from people you recognize and people you don't. You have time to read one more letter. [[You read the letter with the dark smudges smeared around the page. Whatever substance this was has dried a long time ago.|smudgedletter2]] [[You read the letter with your mother's name at the top. There are what appear to be tear stains scattered around the off-white letter.|mothersletter2]] [[You read the letter addressed to your father from someone named 'Edkins'. The name sounds familiar, but you can't seem to figure out from where.|edkinsletter2]]

<em>September 3rd, 3037 Dear Hannah, I hope you're doing alright. I heard some very interesting news from Gabriel and Finn. Were you seriously not going to tell me you were pregnant?! Hannah! I'm going to be an aunt and you haven't told me yet? I feel betrayed. In all seriousness, congrats my dear sister. Even in this shitty world, I always new you'd somehow turn it aorund. You've given all of us here in Sector Eight hope. Hope that everything will work out. That we'll all get off this Hell hole and make whatever planet we find, home. That kid of yours is going to do great things, Hannah, I just know it. They're going to change the future of humankind. Much like how you're changing humankind now. Please be safe out there. I can't bear the thought of losing you, not when I just got you back. I hope to see you soon. I love you, Peanut. Love, Penelpe Folk </em> [[Next.|other]]

Putting the letters back into the nilla folder, which you put back into the safe, you look at the other objects sitting inside the safe. You decide to inspect one more thing. [[You grab the small pouch next.|smallpouch3]]

The pouch is heavy and coarse in your palm. It’s a deep brown color and an unfamiliar material is used to close the pouch. Upon opening it, you find a necklace made of silver. You pull the necklace out of the pouch, examining it further. There’s a locket with intricate details attached to the silver chain. You brush your thumb across the cold metal, feeling the groves of the details. You open the locket, finding a picture with unfamiliar people. Though one of them does look vaguely like your father. Perhaps this is a picture of your father’s family? Maybe it’s one of those family photos your parent’s make you take when you’re younger. A way of ‘remembering the good ‘ol days’, or something like that. At least that’s what your mother used to say whenever she made you and your father pose for family photos. You close the locket, turning it over to look at the back. There’s an engraving there: ‘$lastname family, circa 3020’. The people in this locket must be your father’s side of the family. You never got the chance to meet your grandparents, your aunts, uncles or cousins- on either side. Deciding to pocket it, you put the pouch back into the safe. [[Next.|beforehand]]

The nilla folder is slightly worn with crinkles and tears around the edges. There's even a corner missing. Opening the folder up, you see a bunch of pieces of paper. The first one, you realize, is a letter. It would seen it's addressed to your father, but the person who wrote it is unfamiliar. <em>'C.L.'</em> is written at the bottom in neat cursive handwriting. <em> Dear Benny, I hope this letter finds you well. It's been eight days since you've left and I can't seem to forget our last conversation we had. Well, conversation is a tad bit of a stretch. I've spent many nights lying awake, thinking about all the things I said to you. I should never has spoken to you like that. It was wrong of me. I now only wish to see you once more. A chance to redo out last conversation. There are so many other ways I would have liked to spend out last night together. I miss you tenderly, my starlight. I hope you are faring well, wherever you are. Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Do you too lie awake at night missing the comfort of my presence? With love, C.L</em> [[The intimate letter catches you off gaurd, leaving you feeling slightly flustered and very confused. This letter isn't from your mother and yet, it seems as intimate as one she would send.|nillafolder3.25]] [[The letter surprises you with how familiar C.L. seems to be with your father. It would appear he had an admirer.|nillafolder3.25]] [[You quite enjoyed reading the letter. It's a way to get to know your father before he became your father. He never really talks about the time before the Evacuation.|nillafolder3.25]] [[You feel slightly taken aback and a bit disgusted after reading this. You don't really care to know the type of relationships he had with people. He is still your father.|nillafolder3.25]]

Looking through the nilla folder, you realize it's filled with more letters. But not all of them are from 'C.L.', some are from people you recognize and people you don't. You have time to read one more letter. [[You read from the letter with dark smudges smeared around the page. Whatever substance this was has dried a long time ago.|smudgedletter3.34]] [[You read the letter with your mother's name at the top. There are what appear to be tear stains scattered around the off-white letter.|mothersletter3.34]] [[You read the letter addressed to your father from someone named 'Edkins'. The name sounds familiar, but you can't seem to figure out where from.|edkinsletter3.34]]

<em>September 3rd, 3037 Dear Hannah, I hope you're doing alright. I heard some very interesting news from Gabriel and Finn. Were you seriously not going to tell me you were pregnant?! Hannah! I'm going to be an aunt and you haven't told me yet? I feel betrayed. In all seriousness, congrats my dear sister. Even in this shitty world, I always new you'd somehow turn it aorund. You've given all of us here in Sector Eight hope. Hope that everything will work out. That we'll all get off this Hell hole and make whatever planet we find, home. That kid of yours is going to do great things, Hannah, I just know it. They're going to change the future of humankind. Much like how you're changing humankind now. Please be safe out there. I can't bear the thought of losing you, not when I just got you back. I hope to see you soon. I love you, Peanut. Love, Penelpe Folk </em> [[Next.|beforehand]]

The nilla folder is slightly worn with crinkles and tears around the edges. There's even a corner missing. Opening the folder up, you see a bunch of pieces of paper. The first one, you realize, is a letter. It would seen it's addressed to your father, but the person who wrote it is unfamiliar. <em>'C.L.'</em> is written at the bottom in neat cursive handwriting. <em> Dear Benny, I hope this letter finds you well. It's been eight days since you've left and I can't seem to forget our last conversation we had. Well, conversation is a tad bit of a stretch. I've spent many nights lying awake, thinking about all the things I said to you. I should never has spoken to you like that. It was wrong of me. I now only wish to see you once more. A chance to redo out last conversation. There are so many other ways I would have liked to spend out last night together. I miss you tenderly, my starlight. I hope you are faring well, wherever you are. Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Do you too lie awake at night missing the comfort of my presence? With love, C.L</em> [[The intimate letter catches you off gaurd, leaving you feeling slightly flustered and very confused. This letter isn't from your mother and yet, it seems as intimate as one she would send.|nillafolder4.2]] [[The letter surprises you with how familiar C.L. seems to be with your father. It would appear he had an admirer.|nillafolder4.2]] [[You quite enjoyed reading the letter. It's a way to get to know your father before he became your father. He never really talks about the time before the Evacuation.|nillafolder4.2]] [[You feel slightly taken aback and a bit disgusted after reading this. You don't really care to know the type of relationships he had with people. He is still your father.|nillafolder4.2]]

The box is rough against your skin, the wood obviously worn. It would appear the box has been stained black as there are some spots lighter than others. When you shift the box upwards to get a better look at the locking mechanism, you see letters carved into the side. ‘B.$lastname. + H.Adams’ It’s your parent’s initials. Curious, you open the medium sized box. There are a few things inside it. A few pictures- something you’ve come to know as Polaroid pictures, Earth money- specifically a penny, and a purple lighter. You grab the pictures out of the box, placing it back in the safe. The first picture you look at seems to be a younger version of your parents. They’re smiling and your father has his arm around mother’s shoulders. They look happy here, less worn. An ache blossoms in your chest at the sight of your parents together. Something you’ve missed for most of your life. Deciding to move on, you look at the next picture. It’s another picture of your father, but this time there’s a man with him. Your father is carrying this man on his back, both appear to be laughing when this picture was taken. The guy on your father’s back feels familiar, but you don’t know enough about your parent’s childhood to be certain. The third picture is of your mother, surrounded by a rainforest. She’s wearing a hat the likes of which you’ve never seen before and simple beige clothing. There’s a giant smile on her face, one that’s completely carefree. You think those are monkeys in the picture with her, but you’re not totally certain. It’s been a while since you’ve researched Earth animals. Putting the photos back into the black box, you pick up the lighter. It seems just like any old lighter. Your father always carries one on him at all times, even though he said he’d quit smoking years ago. Right around when the Battle of Insanity started. You suppose some habits are harder to break than others. Putting the lighter back, you close the black box, pushing it back into the position you found it in. You inspect one more thing. [[You decide to grab the nilla folder next.|nillafolder4.4]]

Looking through the nilla folder, you realize it's filled with more letters. But not all of them are from 'C.L.', some are from people you recognize and people you don't. You have time to read one more letter. [[You read the letter with dark smudges smeared around the page. Whatever substance this was has dried a long time ago.|smudgedletter3]] [[You read the letter with your mother's name at the top. There are what appear to be tear stains scattered around the off-white letter.|mothersletter3]] [[You read the letter addressed to your father from someone named 'Edkins'. The names sounds familiar, but you can't seem to figure out where from.|edkinsletter3]]

<em>September 3rd, 3037 Dear Hannah, I hope you're doing alright. I heard some very interesting news from Gabriel and Finn. Were you seriously not going to tell me you were pregnant?! Hannah! I'm going to be an aunt and you haven't told me yet? I feel betrayed. In all seriousness, congrats my dear sister. Even in this shitty world, I always new you'd somehow turn it aorund. You've given all of us here in Sector Eight hope. Hope that everything will work out. That we'll all get off this Hell hole and make whatever planet we find, home. That kid of yours is going to do great things, Hannah, I just know it. They're going to change the future of humankind. Much like how you're changing humankind now. Please be safe out there. I can't bear the thought of losing you, not when I just got you back. I hope to see you soon. I love you, Peanut. Love, Penelpe Folk </em> [[Next.|other2]]

The box is rough against your skin, the wood obviously worn. It would appear the box has been stained black as there are some spots lighter than others. When you shift the box upwards to get a better look at the locking mechanism, you see letters carved into the side. ‘B.$lastname. + H.Adams’ It’s your parent’s initials. Curious, you open the medium sized box. There are a few things inside it. A few pictures- something you’ve come to know as Polaroid pictures, Earth money- specifically a penny, and a purple lighter. You grab the pictures out of the box, placing it back in the safe. The first picture you look at seems to be a younger version of your parents. They’re smiling and your father has his arm around mother’s shoulders. They look happy here, less worn. An ache blossoms in your chest at the sight of your parents together. Something you’ve missed for most of your life. Deciding to move on, you look at the next picture. It’s another picture of your father, but this time there’s a man with him. Your father is carrying this man on his back, both appear to be laughing when this picture was taken. The guy on your father’s back feels familiar, but you don’t know enough about your parent’s childhood to be certain. The third picture is of your mother, surrounded by a rainforest. She’s wearing a hat the likes of which you’ve never seen before and simple beige clothing. There’s a giant smile on her face, one that’s completely carefree. You think those are monkeys in the picture with her, but you’re not totally certain. It’s been a while since you’ve researched Earth animals. Putting the photos back into the black box, you pick up the lighter. It seems just like any old lighter. Your father always carries one on him at all times, even though he said he’d quit smoking years ago. Right around when the Battle of Insanity started. You suppose some habits are harder to break than others. Putting the lighter back, you close the black box, pushing it back into the position you found it in. [[Next.|beforehand]]

The nilla folder is slightly worn with crinkles and tears around the edges. There's even a corner missing. Opening the folder up, you see a bunch of pieces of paper. The first one, you realize, is a letter. It would seen it's addressed to your father, but the person who wrote it is unfamiliar. <em>'C.L.'</em> is written at the bottom in neat cursive handwriting. <em> Dear Benny, I hope this letter finds you well. It's been eight days since you've left and I can't seem to forget our last conversation we had. Well, conversation is a tad bit of a stretch. I've spent many nights lying awake, thinking about all the things I said to you. I should never has spoken to you like that. It was wrong of me. I now only wish to see you once more. A chance to redo out last conversation. There are so many other ways I would have liked to spend out last night together. I miss you tenderly, my starlight. I hope you are faring well, wherever you are. Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Do you too lie awake at night missing the comfort of my presence? With love, C.L</em> [[The intimate letter catches you off gaurd, leaving you feeling slightly flustered and very confused. This letter isn't from your mother and yet, it seems as intimate as one she would send.|nillafolder4.3]] [[The letter surprises you with how familiar C.L. seems to be with your father. It would appear he had an admirer.|nillafolder4.3]] [[You quite enjoyed reading the letter. It's a way to get to know your father before he became your father. He never really talks about the time before the Evacuation.|nillafolder4.3]] [[You feel slightly taken aback and a bit disgusted after reading this. You don't really care to know the type of relationships he had with people. He is still your father.|nillafolder4.3]]

Looking through the nilla folder, you realize it's filled with more letters. But not all of them are from 'C.L.', some are from people you recognize and people you don't. You have time to read one more letter. [[You read from the letter with dark smudges smeared around the page. Whatever substance this was has dried a long time ago.|smudgedletter3.1]] [[You read the letter with your mother's name at the top. There are what appear to be tear stains scattered around the off-white litter.|mothersletter3.1]] [[You read the letter addressed to your father from someone named 'Edkins.' The name sounds familiar, but you can't seem to figure out where from.|edkinsletter3.1]]

<em>September 3rd, 3037 Dear Hannah, I hope you're doing alright. I heard some very interesting news from Gabriel and Finn. Were you seriously not going to tell me you were pregnant?! Hannah! I'm going to be an aunt and you haven't told me yet? I feel betrayed. In all seriousness, congrats my dear sister. Even in this shitty world, I always new you'd somehow turn it aorund. You've given all of us here in Sector Eight hope. Hope that everything will work out. That we'll all get off this Hell hole and make whatever planet we find, home. That kid of yours is going to do great things, Hannah, I just know it. They're going to change the future of humankind. Much like how you're changing humankind now. Please be safe out there. I can't bear the thought of losing you, not when I just got you back. I hope to see you soon. I love you, Peanut. Love, Penelpe Folk </em> [[Next.|beforehand]]

Thinking it’s best to probably not hang around here, you continue down the hallway. As you come near the end, you hear voices. You slow your pace, peeking around the wall to see who the voices belong to. There are two people standing in the middle of the hallway, though they seem to be in an argument. The taller one has a head full of maroon hair that barely brushes their shoulders. They have on worn gray cargo pants, a cropped black suit vest with a cropped white lace shirt underneath and what appears to be chunky Converse. They have a dark smokey eye, bringing out the charcoal gray in their eyes. The pants are held up by what appears to be a piece of cloth, though it’s definitely not a proper belt. They have several necklaces around their neck, some long, others short, and one that you’re pretty sure is a choker. A few silver rings adorn their hands as well as a few bracelets on their left hand. The shorter one, you realize, is one of the guards stationed in this area. He appears to be upset with the taller one, for what, you aren’t sure yet. The taller one looks uninterested if the distant look in their eyes tells you anything. “You aren’t allowed over here,” the guard reprimands, trying to sound intimidating. A smirk appears on the taller person’s face, very clearly amused by the shorter one. [[Deciding to step in before things escalate, you walk out into the hall. You only have a half baked plan, but hopefully you can help this person.|stepin]] [[Figuring the taller one knows what they’re doing, you let the scene play out. You don’t want to accidentally escalate things.|playout]] <<set $main to true>> <<set $williams to true>>

“There you are!” You call to the taller one, a wobbly smile plastered on your face. Both individuals turn towards you, watching as you approach them. “What are you doing here?” The guard asks, crossing his arms over his chest. You rub the back of your neck, eye flicking towards the maroon haired person to your left. “I was looking for my friend here-” you gesture to the taller one- “We were planning on going to the meeting together, but it appears we both got lost.” You laugh lightly, awkward more than anything. “Right,” the taller one says, looking at you curiously. “We had planned to meet up before the meeting, to catch up. But I got lost on my way there and it would appear my friend got lost trying to find me.” You nod your head enthusiastically, hoping this half-assed plan is enough to convince the guard. He looks between the both of you, trying to see if you’re lying. He finally sighs, shaking his head lightly. “Alright. Next time, just ask someone for directions instead of wandering the halls,” the guard explains, his voice weary. “If you continue down that hallway-” he points to the end of the hallway past you- “then take a left, you should be able to find the meeting room that way.” “Thank you, sir,” the taller one says, smiling kindly at him. He just shakes his head again, walking down the hallway opposite of where he told you to go. You both let out a sigh, shoulders slumping. “I’m Nicole, by the way.” They jut their hand out, watching you with curious eyes. “I go by she/her.” “Nice to meet you,” you respond, shaking her hand. It’s surprisingly calloused, the pale ivory rough against your skin. “I’m $name and I go by $heshe/$himher.” Looking at her armband, her eyes widen. “We should get going. The meeting starts in fifteen,” she explains, dropping her arm. Your eyes widen as well, nodding your head in agreement. “Thanks for the help back there,” Nicole says kindly before walking in the direction of the meeting room. “No problem.” You both walk in silence, at the same pace, down the hall. You have a few bubbling questions to ask her, but you only have so much time. [[“What were you doing back here?” You ask, glancing at her briefly.|qone]] [[“What were you going to do if I hadn’t shown up?” You question, looking down the hall you just passed.|qtwo2]] [[“Do you normally get in trouble with the law?” You inquire, lightly teasing.|qthree]]

“My apologies, Sir. I’m afraid I got lost looking for the meeting hall. This place all looks the same, so I sometimes get confused,” they plead half-heartedly, clearly hoping to persuade the guard into letting them go. “I promise I won’t cause anymore trouble.” They bat their eyes, pushing their lips out ever so slightly. The short guard’s posture seems to relax as he stares at the tall person in front of him. He sighs, shaking his head. “Alright. Next time, just ask someone for directions instead of wandering the halls,” the guard explains, his voice weary. “If you continue down that hallway-” he points to the end of the hallway past you- “then take a left, you should be able to find the meeting room that way.” “Thank you, kind sir,” the taller one speaks softly, blinking at him with big eyes. The guard simply nods, walking down the hall opposite of where he pointed to. The individual still standing in the hallway, starts to make their way towards the meeting room. “You just gonna keep watching or are you going to move?” Your eyes widen as you realize the person’s talking to you. Caught off guard, you struggle to come up with a response. “I’m joking!” They say, smiling lightly. “I’m Nicole, by the way, and I use she/her.” She sticks out her hand, waiting for you to shake it. “I’m $name and I go by $heshe/$himher,” you respond, shaking Nicole’s hand. It’s surprisingly calloused, the pale ivory rough against your skin. She looks at her armband, eyes widening. “We should get going. The meeting starts in fifteen,” she explains, dropping her arm. Your eyes widen as well, nodding your head in agreement. You both walk in silence, at the same pace, down the hall. You have a few bubbling questions to ask her, but you only have so much time. [[“What were you doing back here?” You ask, glancing at her briefly.|qone]] [[“Does that normally work out? Sucking up to the law.” You question, looking down the hall you just passed.|qtwo]] [[“Do you normally get in trouble with the law?” You inquire, lightly teasing.|qthree]]

Nicole glances at you briefly, a moment of silence stretching between the two of you. “Would you believe me if I said I truly was lost?” She asks tentatively, chuckling awkwardly. You look at her, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. She laughs lightly, shaking her head. “I didn’t think so.” She pauses, taking a deep breath in. “I was snooping around. In all honesty, I’m not sure what for. Just something that I could use to my advantage,” she explains calmly, stretching her arms above her head. She looks pointedly ahead, her eyes never drifting to you. [[Next.|announcement]]

She laughs, dimples becoming more noticeable. She turns her head towards you, a large smile on her face. “Surprisingly, yeah. It usually works-” she turns her head back to the front, biting her bottom lip- “Why else do you think I do it?” You don’t respond immediately, thinking about her answer. “I guess that’s a fair point,” you respond, glancing at her. “Don’t fix what isn’t broken, as they say.” [[Next.|announcement]]

You and Nicole walk into the main lobby, most of the ship’s residents already there. There are a few people standing on the stage at the front of the room, all of them familiar enough to know their names and titles. The Sovereign stands at the center by a podium with a microphone sitting snugly in a holder. His almond brown skin glistens slightly under the bright fluorescent lights, you watch as he dabs a cloth across his forehead. His hair is short, buzzed as close to the scalp as you can get. His dark honey brown, full beard has streaks of gray in it. Off to the side stands a young looking woman, her warm bronze skin smooth and bright against the dark, muted green she’s wearing. Her dress is slim fitted, but the skirt is flowy and loose. It matches the colors her husband is wearing, though he has a loose fitted button up shirt and off white dress pants. The crowd is antsy, as they stand waiting to hear the announcement. The Sovereign clears his throat, adjusting his shirt before moving up to the podium. “Good day, everyone,” he speaks evenly, a kind smile on his face. “If you could please quiet down, I can share the news you’ve been patiently waiting for.” The crows quiets down, though there are a few whispers here and there. “We’ve discovered a new solar system,” The Sovereign announces, a placating smile on his face. The crowd gathered whispers, faces shocked. “I plan on sending down a group of individuals to explore one of the planets that appears the most similar to Earth.” The crowd grows louder at this, voices talking in hushed tones. [[Next.|announcement2]] <<set $charles to true>>

The lady watches you for a moment, before her eyes soften. She shifts in the doorway, allowing you to enter the room. You nod gratefully and step across the threshold, immediately getting hit with a blast of hot air, acrid air. You grimace, feeling your throat close up at the thick stuffy, air. “What can we help ya with, kid?” A gruff, raspy voice calls out. It’s loud in the seemingly busy room. You turn to look for the voice, though you find it hard to spot them. “Over here.” You turn around, squinting your eyes to stare at a dark figure sitting in the back. You can feel their eyes on you, but you can’t see them in the dimly lit room. You feel uncomfortable in the busy room, there are people everywhere. Either they’re talking or making something, or both. “C’mon kid,” the voice calls out again, this time the person waves their hand at you. Slowly making your way across the room, you decide to look around as well. There aren’t too many people in here, about seven or eight. They all appear to be doing something, but what, you’re not sure. Your father used to try and explain things to you, but you never seemed to be able to understand it. Turning your attention back to the person who called for you, you eye them cautiously. “You Benny’s kid, ain’t ya?” They ask, placing down whatever tools they were using. “Names Evans, Arthur Evans.” You nod silently, playing with a loose thread of your shirt. “Have a seat, kid. Maybe I can help ya out?” You sit down on the bench, looking at the man across from you. He’s older, with wrinkles around his eyes. He has similar tawny brown skin to Aisha, though her skin seems brighter. The gray and white hair on top of his head is shaved, but his beard has grown long. His gentle green eyes watch you, the same way you’re watching him. “I’m looking for him, actually. My dad,” you explain, placing your hands in your lap. “I think something bad happened to him. I haven’t seen him since last night, before I went to bed.” Arthur nods silently, scratching the left side of his cheek. “What makes ya think somethin’ bad happened, kid?” Arthur asks, though there’s no judgment in his voice. Just curiosity and concern. “Well, he sent me a message, something about talking to me urgently, but when I got there, the door was open.” You pause, taking a deep breath. “When I walked inside, the place was trashed. Everything was thrown around and my father’s room looked worse. Like there was a fight, or something.” You look away from Arthur, surveying the room once again. “Oh, there was also blood,” you add, turning your gaze back to the man sitting across from you. “Does sounds mighty bad, don’t it?” Arthur asks, concern lacing his voice. “Benny was here late last night, I remember that much. Said somethin’ ‘bout an operation. Kept mumblin’ how he needed more time. Time for what, ain’t sure, kid.” Arthur looks at you softly, playing with a greasy metal tool on the table. [[“Do you remember what he said about an operation?” You ask kindly, scooting closer on the bench.|operationq]] [[“Is there anything else you remember? Doesn’t have to be about his speech, maybe his body language?” You question, hanging on to that little bit of hope this stop will be worth it.|bdylngq]] [[“Do you know what else he was mumbling about?” You inquire, head tilting to the side in open curiosity.|mumbleq]] [[You don’t have any more questions to ask Arthur.|noq]]

Arthur takes a moment to pause, thinking back to the night before. His eyes light up as he looks you in the eyes. “I do remember one thing,” Arthur says enthusiastically. “Operation Urban Angel, that’s what he called it. Said it had a lot to do with them laboratories. I couldn’t hear too much what he was mumblin’ ‘bout, but that I remember. Operation Urban Angel and laboratories.” You nod at him, grateful for the information. Perhaps what your father wanted to talk about really did involve Operation Urban Angel. But why? [[“Do you know what else he was mumbling about?” You inquire, head tilting to the side in open curiosity.|mumbleq2]] [[“Is there anything else you remember? Doesn’t have to be about his speech, maybe his body language?” You question, hanging on to that little bit of hope this stop will be worth it.|bdylngq2]] [[You don’t have any more questions to ask Arthur.|noq]]

Arthur takes a long moment to think about this question. He strokes his beard, watching some of the others go about their day. “He was all crazy-like. Runnin’ ‘round, bumpin’ into things-” his gaze snaps back to yours- “Them eyes was wild, kid. Like you ain’t never seen before. Like back from them war days.” Arthur shakes his head, placing his hands on top of the table. “Most men have them eyes, from back then. Not Benny. Benny never had them wild, plagued eyes. He was the most sane, out of all us,” Arthur explains, picking at one of his dirty fingernails. “Seein’ him that way, I knews somethin’ was wrong. But I ain’t said nothin’. Too caught up in my own shit.” Arthur lowers his head, guilt wrapped tightly around his stiff posture. [[“Do you remember what he said about an operation?” You ask kindly, scooting closer on the bench.|operationq3]] [[“Do you know what else he was mumbling about?” You inquire, head tilting to the side in open curiosity.|mumbleq4]] [[You don’t have any more questions to ask Arthur.|noq]]

Arthur shakes his head, chewing his bottom lip. “I know he mentioned you once or twice, somethin’ ‘bout birth,” Arthur explains, though not very well. “He ain’t said much I could figure out. It sounded all mumbo jumbo ta’ me. Sorry, kid.” You nod gratefully, letting the information sink it. Why was he mumbling about you? What does your birth have to do with anything? [[“Do you remember what he said about an operation?” You ask kindly, scooting closer on the bench.|operationq3.35]] [[“Is there anything else you remember? Doesn’t have to be about his speech, maybe his body language?” You question, hanging on to that little bit of hope this stop will be worth it.|bdylngq2.25]] [[You don’t have any more questions to ask Arthur.|noq]]

You’ve asked all the questions you can think of and Arthur seems to get the hint. “I wish I was of more help, kid. But that’s all I got.” “Thank you for the help, Arthur,” you respond, getting up from the table. He nods at you, a soft smile on his face. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, kid. I hope ya find ya father.” With that, you leave the table. Aisha watches you as you make your way to the door, but she doesn’t move from her spot. She eventually turns her attention back to whatever it is she was working on. You walk out of the stuffy room, finally feeling like you can breathe again. While you still have no idea where your father is, you at least have some clarity on the situation. Whatever it is your father got himself into, definitely has to do with Operation Urban angel. [[Next.|prologue7]]

Arthur takes a moment to pause, thinking back to the night before. His eyes light up as he looks you in the eyes. “I do remember one thing,” Arthur says enthusiastically. “Operation Urban Angel, that’s what he called it. Said it had a lot to do with them laboratories. I couldn’t hear too much what he was mumblin’ ‘bout, but that I remember. Operation Urban Angel and laboratories.” You nod at him, grateful for the information. Perhaps what your father wanted to talk about really did involve Operation Urban Angel. But why? [[“Do you know what else he was mumbling about?” You inquire, head tilting to the side in open curiosity.|mumbleq3]] [[You don’t have any more questions to ask Arthur.|noq]]

Arthur shakes his head, chewing his bottom lip. “I know he mentioned you once or twice, somethin’ ‘bout birth,” Arthur explains, though not very well. “He ain’t said much I could figure out. It sounded all mumbo jumbo ta’ me. Sorry, kid.” You nod gratefully, letting the information sink it. Why was he mumbling about you? What does your birth have to do with anything? [[“Do you remember what he said about an operation?” You ask kindly, scooting closer on the bench.|operationq3.3]] [[You don’t have any more questions to ask Arthur.|noq]]

You head towards the main lobby, where the meetings and announcements are usually held. As you head through a hallway, you hear voices further down. Slowing your pace, you look down the hallway and spot two individuals talking. The taller one has a head full of maroon hair that barely brushes their shoulders. They have on worn gray cargo pants, a cropped black suit vest with a cropped white lace shirt underneath and what appears to be chunky Converse. They have a dark smokey eye, bringing out the charcoal gray in their eyes. The pants are held up by what appears to be a piece of cloth, though it’s definitely not a proper belt. They have several necklaces around their neck, some long, others short, and one that you’re pretty sure is a choker. A few silver rings adorn their hands as well as a few bracelets on their left hand. The shorter one, you realize, is one of the guards stationed in this area. He appears to be upset with the taller one, for what, you aren’t sure yet. The taller one looks uninterested if the distant look in their eyes tells you anything. “You aren’t allowed over here,” the guard repermands, trying to sound intimidating. A smirk appears on the taller person’s face, very clearly amused by the shorter one. “My apologies, Sir. I’m afraid I got lost looking for the meeting hall. This place all looks the same, so I sometimes get confused,” they plead half-heartedly, clearly hoping to persuade the guard into letting them go. “I promise I won’t cause anymore trouble.” They bat their eyes, pushing their lips out ever so slightly. The short guard’s posture seems to relax as he stares at the tall person in front of him. He sighs, shaking his head. “Alright. Next time, just ask someone for directions instead of wandering the halls,” the guard explains, his voice weary. “If you continue down that hallway-” he points to the end of the hallway- “then take a left, you should be able to find the meeting room that way.” “Thank you, kind sir,” the taller one speaks softly, blinking at him with big eyes. The guard simply nods, walking down the hall opposite of where he pointed to. The individual still standing in the hallway, starts to make their way towards the meeting room. [[“Hello?” You call out, approaching the maroon haired person.|greet][$nicole to Math.clamp($nicole +5, 0, 100)]] [[You wait for the person to speak to you first.|greet2][$nicole to Math.clamp(+1, 0, 100)]] <<set $main to true>> <<set $williams to true>>

Arthur shakes his head, chewing his bottom lip. “I know he mentioned you once or twice, somethin’ ‘bout birth,” Arthur explains, though not very well. “He ain’t said much I could figure out. It sounded all mumbo jumbo ta’ me. Sorry, kid.” You nod gratefully, letting the information sink it. Why was he mumbling about you? What does your birth have to do with anything? [[“Is there anything else you remember? Doesn’t have to be about his speech, maybe his body language?” You question, hanging on to that little bit of hope this stop will be worth it.|other.bdylng.2]] [[You don’t have any more questions to ask Arthur.|noq]]

Arthur takes a long moment to think about this question. He strokes his beard, watching some of the others go about their day. “He was all crazy-like. Runnin’ ‘round, bumpin’ into things-” his gaze snaps back to yours- “Them eyes was wild, kid. Like you ain’t never seen before. Like back from them war days.” Arthur shakes his head, placing his hands on top of the table. “Most men have them eyes, from back then. Not Benny. Benny never had them wild, plagued eyes. He was the most sane, out of all us,” Arthur explains, picking at one of his dirty fingernails. “Seein’ him that way, I knews somethin’ was wrong. But I ain’t said nothin’. Too caught up in my own shit.” Arthur lowers his head, guilt wrapped tightly around his stiff posture. [[“Do you know what else he was mumbling about?” You inquire, head tilting to the side in open curiosity.|other.mumbled.2]] [[You don’t have any more questions to ask Arthur.|noq]]

Arthur takes a long moment to think about this question. He strokes his beard, watching some of the others go about their day. “He was all crazy-like. Runnin’ ‘round, bumpin’ into things-” his gaze snaps back to yours- “Them eyes was wild, kid. Like you ain’t never seen before. Like back from them war days.” Arthur shakes his head, placing his hands on top of the table. “Most men have them eyes, from back then. Not Benny. Benny never had them wild, plagued eyes. He was the most sane, out of all us,” Arthur explains, picking at one of his dirty fingernails. “Seein’ him that way, I knews somethin’ was wrong. But I ain’t said nothin’. Too caught up in my own shit.” Arthur lowers his head, guilt wrapped tightly around his stiff posture. [[“Do you remember what he said about an operation?” You ask kindly, scooting closer on the bench.|operationq3.4]] [[You don’t have any more questions to ask Arthur.|noq]]

Arthur takes a moment to pause, thinking back to the night before. His eyes light up as he looks you in the eyes. “I do remember one thing,” Arthur says enthusiastically. “Operation Urban Angel, that’s what he called it. Said it had a lot to do with them laboratories. I couldn’t hear too much what he was mumblin’ ‘bout, but that I remember. Operation Urban Angel and laboratories.” You nod at him, grateful for the information. Perhaps what your father wanted to talk about really did involve Operation Urban Angel. But why? [[“Is there anything else you remember? Doesn’t have to be about his speech, maybe his body language?” You question, hanging on to that little bit of hope this stop will be worth it.|bdylngq5]] [[You don’t have any more questions to ask Arthur.|noq]]

“Hi!” They greet, waving at you. There’s a soft smile on their lips, their eyes looking you up and down as you approach. “I’m Nicole and I use she/her.” She sticks out her hand, waiting for you to shake it. “I’m $name and I go by $heshe/$himher,” you respond, shaking Nicole’s hand. It’s surprisingly calloused, the pale ivory rough against your skin. She looks at her armband, eyes widening. “We should get going. The meeting starts in fifteen,” she explains, dropping her arm. Your eyes widen as well, nodding your head in agreement. You both walk in silence, at the same pace, down the hall. You have a few bubbling questions to ask her, but you only have so much time. [[“What were you doing back here?” You ask, glancing at her briefly.|nq1]] [[“Does that normally work out? Sucking up to the law.” You question, looking down the hall you just passed.|nq2]] [[“Do you normally get in trouble with the law?” You inquire, lightly teasing.|nq3]]

“Hello, stranger,” they greet, a smirk appearing on their face. Their eyes look you up and down as you approach them. “Hey,” you greet back, giving a small smile. “I’m Nicole, by the way, and I use she/her.” She sticks out her hand, waiting for you to shake it. “I’m $name and I go by $heshe/$himher,” you respond, shaking Nicole’s hand. It’s surprisingly calloused, the pale ivory rough against your skin. She looks at her armband, eyes widening. “We should get going. The meeting starts in fifteen,” she explains, dropping her arm. Your eyes widen as well, nodding your head in agreement. You both walk in silence, at the same pace, down the hall. You have a few bubbling questions to ask her, but you only have so much time. [[“What were you doing back here?” You ask, glancing at her briefly.|nq1]] [[“Does that normally work out? Sucking up to the law.” You question, looking down the hall you just passed.|nq2]] [[“Do you normally get in trouble with the law?” You inquire, lightly teasing.|nq3]]

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She hums, holding her hands behind her back. “Not normally, but my record says otherwise,” she responds, her tone somber. It looks as though she’s about to say something, but decides not to. “You do what you have to in order to survive, right?” “Right,” you reply hesitantly, rubbing the back of your neck. The conversation took an unexpected dark turn. You decide to ask another question to move the converesation away from being awkward. [[“What were you doing back here?” You ask, glancing at her briefly.|nq1.3]] [[“Does that normally work out? Sucking up to the law.” You question, looking down the hall you just passed.|nq2.3]]

She hums, holding her hands behind her back. “Not normally, but my record says otherwise,” she responds, her tone somber. It looks as though she’s about to say something, but decides not to. “You do what you have to in order to survive, right?” “Right,” you reply hesitantly, rubbing the back of your neck. The conversation took an unexpected dark turn. [[“Does that normally work out? Sucking up to the law.” You question, looking down the hall you just passed.|nq2.5]]

“Uh,” she hesitates, chewing on her bottom lip. “Probably just suck up to him?” The statement comes out as more of a question, but you still get the idea. “Does that normally work? Sucking up to the law?” She laughs, dimples becoming more noticeable. She turns her head towards you, a large smile on her face. “Surprisingly, yeah. It usually works,” she explains, turning her head back to the front. “Don’t fix what’s broken, right?” You don’t respond immediately, thinking about her answer. “I guess that’s a fair point,” you respond, glancing at her. [[Next.|announcement]]

“Eight individuals will be sent down, with supplies of course, to pave the way for humanity. I’ve hand picked these individuals, so please, rest assured everything will go according to plan.” The Sovereign clasps his hands behind his back, a clear facade smile plastered on his face. He watches the crowd, giving them a moment to consider his words. “Since this mission is so important, there is no one I’d rather send than my own son.” The Sovereign gestures to a young person standing off to the side. Their warm almond brown skin is a stark contrast to the white turtleneck, sea green sweater vest, and cream dress pants they’re wearing. There’s a scowl on their face as they glare at their father. You’re not entirely surprised, since Daniel came out roughly a decade ago and their father still can’t seem to get their pronouns right. They don’t move from their spot in the dark corner, even as their father gestures for them to come to him. The crowd around you grows quiet at this revelation, surprise and confusion drifting through the crowd. Nicole shifts beside you, her shoulders tense as she watches Daniel with a weary gaze. The Sovereign turns his attention back to the crowd. “Alright-” he claps his hands together, giving a tight lipped smile- “let’s go over the rest of the group, shall we?” People murmur, but no one seems to object to the previous statement. “Gino Miller, Nicole Williams-” Nicole stiffens beside you, her body going noticeably rigid- “Jordan Salas, Camryn Eldridge, Sloan Attwood, and $name $lastname.” You pause at the mention of your name, shock coursing through your veins. You know you didn’t volunteer for this mission and guessing by the way both Daniel and Nicole reacted, they didn’t either. The room grows quiet as people let the Sovereign's words sink in. So many emotions are flowing through you, yet one seems to snake its way to the forefront of your mind. You mainly feel... [[- ...Anger|end-of-demo][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive + 10, 0, 100)]] [[- ...Numb|end-of-demo][$passive to Math.clamp($passive + 10, 0, 100)]] [[- ...Betrayed|end-of-demo][$assertive to Math.clamp($assertive + 10, 0, 100)]] [[- ...Confused|end-of-demo][$catious to Math.clamp($catious + 10, 0, 100)]]

The woman eyes you suspiciously, her eyes hardening. Her lips twist into a scowl as she grunts at you again. You stare at her, eyes unwavering as she shifts to look further into the room. “It’s alright, Aisha. You can let the kid in,” someone calls out, their voice gruffy and raspy. The lady, Aisha, hesitantly moves out of the way, allowing you to walk into the room. Once you enter, a blast of hot, acrid air hits you. You grimace, feeling your throat close up at the thick, stuffy air. “What can we help ya with, kid?” A gruff, raspy voice calls out. It’s loud in the seemingly busy room. You turn to look for the voice, though you find it hard to spot them. “Over here.” You turn around, squinting your eyes to stare at a dark figure sitting in the back. You can feel their eyes on you, but you can’t see them in the dimly lit room. You feel uncomfortable in the busy room, there are people everywhere. Either they’re talking or making something, or both. “C’mon kid,” the voice calls out again, this time the person waves their hand at you. Slowly making your way across the room, you decide to look around as well. There aren’t too many people in here, about seven or eight. They all appear to be doing something, but what, you’re not sure. Your father used to try and explain things to you, but you never seemed to be able to understand it. Turning your attention back to the person who called for you, you eye them cautiously. “You Benny’s kid, ain’t ya?” They ask, placing down whatever tools they were using. “Names Evans, Arthur Evans.” You nod confidently, eying the man. “$name,” you respond gruffly. “Have a seat, kid. Maybe I can help ya out?” You sit down on the bench, looking at the man across from you. He’s older, with wrinkles around his eyes. He has similar tawny brown skin to Aisha, though her skin seems brighter. The gray and white hair on top of his head is shaved, but his beard has grown long. His gentle green eyes watch you, the same way you’re watching him. “I’m looking for him, actually. My dad,” you explain, placing your hands in your lap. “I think something bad happened to him. I haven’t seen him since last night, before I went to bed.” Arthur nods silently, scratching the left side of his cheek. “What makes ya think somethin’ bad happened, kid?” Arthur asks, though there’s no judgment in his voice. Just curiosity and concern. “Well, he sent me a message, something about talking to me urgently, but when I got there, the door was open.” You pause, taking a deep breath. “When I walked inside, the place was trashed. Everything was thrown around and my father’s room looked worse. Like there was a fight, or something.” You look away from Arthur, surveying the room once again. “Oh, there was also blood,” you add, turning your gaze back to the man sitting across from you. “Does sounds mighty bad, don’t it?” Arthur asks, concern lacing his voice. “Benny was here late last night, I remember that much. Said somethin’ ‘bout an operation. Kept mumblin’ how he needed more time. Time for what, ain’t sure, kid.” Arthur looks at you softly, playing with a greasy metal tool on the table. [[“Do you remember what he said about an operation?” You ask confidently, scooting closer on the bench.|operationq]] [[“Do you know what else he was mumbling about?” You inquire, head tilting to the side in open curiosity.|mumbleq]] [[“Is there anything else you remember? Doesn’t have to be about his speech, maybe his body language?” You question, hoping this man can give you some useful information.|bdylngq]] [[You don’t have any more questions to ask Arthur.|noq]]

The lady nods at you, moving back into the room. You follow after her, hoping to get some sort of information. As soon as you step into the room, a blast of hot, acrid air hits you. You grimace, feeling your throat close up at the thick, stuffy air. “What can we help ya with, kid?” A gruff, raspy voice calls out. It’s loud in the seemingly busy room. You turn to look for the voice, though you find it hard to spot them. “Over here.” You turn around, squinting your eyes to stare at a dark figure sitting in the back. You can feel their eyes on you, but you can’t see them in the dimly lit room. You feel uncomfortable in the busy room, there are people everywhere. Either they’re talking or making something, or both. “C’mon kid,” the voice calls out again, this time the person waves their hand at you. Slowly making your way across the room, you decide to look around as well. There aren’t too many people in here, about seven or eight. They all appear to be doing something, but what, you’re not sure. Your father used to try and explain things to you, but you never seemed to be able to understand it. Turning your attention back to the person who called for you, you eye them cautiously. “You Benny’s kid, ain’t ya?” They ask, placing down whatever tools they were using. “Names Evans, Arthur Evans.” You nod curtly, watching the people around you. “Have a seat, kid. Maybe I can help ya out?” You sit down on the bench, looking at the man across from you. He’s older, with wrinkles around his eyes. He has similar tawny brown skin to Aisha, though her skin seems brighter. The gray and white hair on top of his head is shaved, but his beard has grown long. His gentle green eyes watch you, the same way you’re watching him. “I’m looking for him, actually. My dad,” you explain, placing your hands in your lap. “I think something bad happened to him. I haven’t seen him since last night, before I went to bed.” Arthur nods silently, scratching the left side of his cheek. “What makes ya think somethin’ bad happened, kid?” Arthur asks, though there’s no judgment in his voice. Just curiosity and concern. “Well, he sent me a message, something about talking to me urgently, but when I got there, the door was open.” You pause, taking a deep breath. “When I walked inside, the place was trashed. Everything was thrown around and my father’s room looked worse. Like there was a fight, or something.” You look away from Arthur, surveying the room once again. “Oh, there was also blood,” you add, turning your gaze back to the man sitting across from you. “Does sounds mighty bad, don’t it?” Arthur asks, concern lacing his voice. “Benny was here late last night, I remember that much. Said somethin’ ‘bout an operation. Kept mumblin’ how he needed more time. Time for what, ain’t sure, kid.” Arthur looks at you softly, playing with a greasy metal tool on the table. [[“Do you remember what he said about an operation?” You ask confidently, scooting closer on the bench.|operationq]] [[“Do you know what else he was mumbling about?” You inquire, head tilting to the side in open curiosity.|mumbleq]] [[“Is there anything else you remember? Doesn’t have to be about his speech, maybe his body language?” You question, hoping this man can give you some useful information.|bdylngq]] [[You don’t have any more questions to ask Arthur.|noq]]