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event } you can jive

WHO: Open to all passengers!
WHAT: A visit to New Ecrillion, and all the music your ears can handle. Plus, bonus new partners!
WHERE: Anywhere in the city of New Ecrillion, or Navi.
WHEN: June 19 through July 10
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if you end up partying literally to death, please record it on the death page.

Hello, passengers! Hope you're all ready for an announcement, 'cause Navi's voice is getting beamed into your head right about ... now:

Attention, passengers.
We'll be docking soon at the city of New Ecrillion, on the planet Zegnolia, where we will remain for approximately three weeks, local time.
Please stand by.

From the announcement until landing, to help everyone adjust to the new environment, Navi will gift all passengers with a a faint hummed melody.

Upon docking and disembarking, passengers will find a bank counter just past the terminal, where your new windfall of Navigems can be exchanged for credits (the universal currency). Try not to spend it all in one place!

Now, go get your groove on! Just remember to take breaks to hydrate.

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During one of Richard's outings he may come to find that Murmur was just. There. Standing maybe a little too close, hands clasped behind his back as he observed way too nosily for someone Richard had been almost hostile to not terribly long ago.

In fact he just sort of appeared right in the middle of pacing where Richard was bound to almost run straight into him. Very rude.

"You seem troubled." He says in that strange, flat monotone of his as he completely fails to make eye contact just a little too long.

"I-"

He doesn't start or look annoyed because there it is that same Celestial energy, "I'm having a morning."

Neither good, nor bad, "Am I really getting that much of a reputation for being curmudgeonly?"

Good! He's getting used to it. Murmur looks faintly pleased, as much as he manages to look anything anyway. Richard's getting used to this! "A morning? What does that mean?" See! He told you he tries not to dig.

"Well," And he smirks, just faintly. "You do radiate curmudgeon energy."

He snorts, "Better that, it leads to a discerning mind that can try and apply logic to seemingly illogical things. To help people understand them. Better to at least try."

But he seems relaxed, "I am accepting it in that it's obviously something genetic that needs to be studied."

"We do not disagree on that point. You may find this difficult to believe but I am a scholar among my brethren, a status not well-loved among a caste of warriors." Murmur just happens to have an obnoxiously more broad understanding of more esoteric things than mortal-kind has yet dissected. In time, he believes, they too will learn.

"Oh, are you coming to accept that which you once denied? Delightful!" He's proud of you, Richard.

"It's to be studied. It's obviously something genetic that needs to be...understood. A mutation perhaps."

Better to be an X-Man than a destined antichrist type figure right? right.

"But it's becoming more and more hard to deny the longer I am here." And it's hurting Alex. That in and of itself is bad.

"Blood has always held power, Richard. Even ancient mankind knew that."

Sure, but why not both?

"Yes, you do seem to be struggling with that. Surrounded as you are with so much psychic energy it's no wonder you're finding yourself more... energized. It's how Navi is powered, after all."

Navi is powered by psychic energy

Of course. The partners.

"...I'm not some kind of energy parasite. I don't feed-Or..." He grimaces, "...Let's find somewhere to speak. I don't want to talk about this out in the open, especially imparting personal information."

He is (was? Once was?) a scientist and a doctor and he looks deflated and defeated at the prospect.

"I want to understand this."

"Do not misunderstand, parasitism is not how it functions but... yes, let us retire to somewhere more private." Perhaps Richard would do well to learn from something that more or less was psychic energy. Murmur could certainly offer an insight outside of the realm of mortal understanding.

So, he gestured for Richard to lead. Take them somewhere nice. Don't worry, Strand, no one will think you're less of a scientist for trying to science something you believed outside of the realm of possibility. In fact it might only increase credibility.

"Lead on."

Richard picks a bar out of nowhere, something casual, something where he won't feel entirely out of place before settling in. He can be calm. He can be cool because yes he is a scientist. No matter how he's feeling he can still manage to remember that.

So he picks an out of the way bar where he won't feel under dressed and ignores the acrid smell of cigarette smoke before he sits at a table.

"Food? Drink?"

If they're going to have a conversation it is going to be on his terms.

"What would you suggest?"

You see, Murmur didn't normally drink much more than tea and honestly he didn't really eat... at all. But Lucifer had introduced him to the fact that this highly potent space alcohol did actually work on angels and flavors were kind of fascinating so he was absolutely up for experimentation.

Teach him your human ways, Richard, and in return he may help you with your conflict.

Richard Strand does not drink anymore. In college he was a bit of a heavy handed two fisted bastard. There's a reason he has a daughter out of wedlock, he was popular, well liked, but he toned it down and life hits you back and hits you hard. Taking a seat at the bar he looks at the bartender and gestures.

"Two of the closest things you have to beer." He would send something to the bartender to let them know what he meant, "No hard alcohol. Just alcohol.."

A pause, "And something with carbs."

Wasn't there something of a slip not terribly long ago? Not that Murmur's been spying (he's always watching it's different), that would be rude. Still, it was well enough Richard didn't feel up to getting blackout drunk right now.

They had a lot of talking to do, did they not?

"Very good," He mused, pleased as he settled in to perch on the stool beside Richard. Now that everyone knew what he was he didn't really have to try so hard to imitated the mortals and could perch like a weirdo to his heart's content.

Richard raised an eyebrow before drooping his head, "...I shouldn't come to places like this. I just want somewhere I can feel comfortable looking like this. Behaving like this."

He stares at nothing, "My abilities on NAVI have grown and they need to be controlled and understood. Accepting it is a part of that. It's just taking some getting used to. And it is...difficult to not feel like a monster."

Murmur offered something of a sly little smirk at that look. Listen, he will sing for their drinks and get them for free then you'll be glad you brought an angel. He sings beautifully. "Come now, you are an immeasurable distance away from your homeworld what does it matter what strangers may think of you in a dingy hole in the wall?"

Dress like whatever madman you want, Strand, no one's going to judge you for it. Probably. Murmur's odd perching even barely gets a glance. "Why do you feel like a monster?"

"Hearing people's thoughts is not normal." Dreaming the dreams he has been dreaming isn't normal. Feeling the things he's felt isn't normal.

He lowers his gaze, "I feel like a voyeur." That's not particularly monsterous it's more, "Have you heard from anyone about our world and it's so-called history?"

"Perhaps not for you," Murmur offers flippantly, before fixing his gaze briefly on Richard to give him a pointed look. "Or perhaps you've simply forgotten." He gestures vaguely, because at the end of the day that was what they were dealing with here wasn't it? A resurgence of something long forgotten and buried. Some buried trauma, some buried psychic powers. It happened aplenty.

"It happens, you know. The streets, prisons, and hospitals are full of them. Those whose senses touch just a little further, a little deeper. It's always been in there, you know," He waggles his fingers, gloved now with strange claw rings worn outside of them, near Strand's temple. "It's how we first spoke to your kind so long ago. Before you all collectively decided you didn't like to hear."

He pulled over the bartender to request an absolutely disgustingly greasy burger. Why? Because he's never eaten one before! And since he's here, and doesn't have to act all proper anymore... why not? Why not try new things?

As for Strand's question he leaned back once he was done, humming thoughtfully. "Yes, Alex did mention a little, and that dream..." Well he only observed there, didn't interfere. "Anyway, I would love to know more."

Richard doesn't flinch but that's just it, that's the heart of it. He doesn't want to be locked up (again). He doesn't want to be hurt (again). He wants to keep himself sane.

Staring at the burger he raises an eyebrow before a muscle twitches in his cheek and he snorts, amused, "...Apparently I'm the target of a massive secret end of the world apocalyptic cult."

There. He's said it, "That I dragged Alex into. That I will never forgive myself for dragging her into it."

It is a reasonable concern. There's a very real risk of being labeled a fraud or a lunatic and ending up in a facility somewhere stripped of autonomy and personhood. Richard could just ask his little shadowy friend Simon about all of that. And, of course, there was always the risk of genuinely losing his sanity...

But then Richard was too reasonable to let that happen, wasn't he?

Murmur snorted out an amused sound. "Of course you are." Flippantly, like it's a Tuesday. "The obsession with the end times never ceases to amaze," And he dug into his burger. Pausing to look delighted. "Now this! Why did no one tell me food was this delightful?" Apparently the angel has never bothered to stop and eat junk food. "This," He points a fry at Strand. "Is what people should really focus on. The arts. Not all of this foolish apocalypse business. Even when they do happen mortals are never satisfied."

That's an odd statement. Alright, once he was done being way too excited, for Murmur, about a burger he did manage to pull himself together long enough regard Richard soberly. "She had just as much choice in the matter as you did. Is wallowing in guilt that isn't yours really productive?"

Richard should totally get a burger.

Richard raises an eyebrow because this is confusing. There's something off about Mur, at least to him. He seems much more cavalier.

"I try and avoid heavy carbohydrates." He points, "Is this the first time you've eaten?"

Let's just. Shuffle all of the rest of it aside.

Lucifer got him drunk and now he's decided that maybe relaxing a little bit won't cause his wings to spontaneously combust. That, and now that most of the mortals on board are aware of what he is there's far less reason to persist in trying to play at being human. He never was very good at it anyway. It did also help that Richard had come to him for help, and was no longer positioned as someone hostile.

"Yes!" Honestly he's astonished no one noticed. Then again they did all keep rather different schedules so it wasn't that difficult to hide the fact he never actually ate. "I do not require it to maintain myself, so I hadn't thought to bother trying until now."

Oh he will absolutely get back to this doomsday thing shortly don't think you can completely derail him. In the meantime he's almost willing to take back every disparaging thought he's had about humanity now that he's discovered flavor.

"Why avoid carbohydrates? They taste phenomenal." Human explain.

"Most humans adopt a sedentary lifestyle. If we don't burn off energy carbohydrates create energy and without it our bodies store it. Store too much and it stays in our bodies as fat."

Staring down at himself he frowns. He's fit, at least he thinks he's fit, but he's less toned then he was and he frowns at the thought. Is he softer? Too much drinking.

"It's not healthy for us. It can lead to disease. It's also not considered aesthetically desirable despite human beings having different body types."

"Well, you are predatory mammals." Obviously they adopt sedentary lifestyles that's what mammals do. Moving around all the time is for fish, and even they rest. "So that's how some of you become fluffy, interesting." Not that he entirely noticed the difference, they don't all look that different to him. Alien eldritch horror beast and all that, Murmur didn't exactly see the way humans did.

"These heavy vessels do require an unreasonable amount of upkeep and maintenance don't they?" It's easy enough for him to just not bother with the inconvenient parts of it all. But on the other hand he has to try very hard not to pulverize his own bones, so there's that. "So delicate. Anyway, do tell me more about this apocalypse and your alleged part to play in it?"

Can't they go back to discussing food? Richard sighs.

"We get by. Evolution helped."

There's an edge to that but then he sighs, "I am apparently the recipent of something in my genetic make-up that a corporation wants to use to unlock the secrets of the end of the world."

"Oh yes, you certainly do. Blight the Earth and seas in the process. Still waiting to see when your species decides to get a handle on that." A pause, with a thoughtful noise, before he shrugged and went back to the topic at hand.

The world changed in the blink of an eye, it was just how it went.

A pause and he chews thoughtfully. After swallowing something of a faint smirk touched his features. "Ah... yes. There has always been power in blood. Some more than others." Another half-hearted shrug. "Of course the odds of them unlocking that are rather slim. How concerned are you?"

Strand should file a complaint about all this Celestial harassment

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