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[mofi]

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[emori]

[They've been on this ship for three years. Emori is starting to come around to the others. For a long time, she would stay in her and John's room, reading. John taught her how to read last year-- Bellamy sometimes would sit in and try to help. Emori appreciated it, but she felt weird about Bellamy and John. They either hated each other or loved each other.

It's the middle of the night. Emori is dreaming that she's floating in space. She's not tied to anything and she can see the GoSci Ring slowly floating away from her. She screams and she's awake now-- sleeping next to John, legs tangled in another. She wears a long sleeve shirt that they found in a crate. It's hems are frayed. Below her waist is just a pair of boyshorts and thick socks (space is cold). She's breathing heavily and she's not aware if John is awake too yet.]

[mofi]

[ Through all of its faults, being inside a broken space station gave them an odd sense of safety. There was no one to attack them while they slept. No possible way for another ship to reach Earth. The Ark was a silent satellite of what it used to be, orbiting around a planet they can't live on.

Everyone had found their thing to do, what they were good at. Murphy was still hoping at the time, he'd find something he was good at. Bellamy, a strong and silent leader. Raven, the engineering genius. Monty kept them alive, made edible algae (after the first batch threw Murphy into a month-long coma). He thought Echo wouldn't have much to offer. She's not on the ground now. But she did. She taught them all how to fight. Out of bitterness, Murphy never let her teach him. He always had Emori to lean on, both survivors kicked out from their homes. It was a shock to see her blossom out here in space, where he remained stagnant and sour.

At least she came back to him at night, that seemed to stamp out his fears of her leaving him. He'd wrap himself tight around her, scared she would wake up in the middle of the night to hang out with Raven. The jolt from Emori has Murphy stirring away. ]

What's going on, [ Murphy says, he sounds like he swallowed a frog. ]

[emori]

[Emori breaths hard, slowly coming down from the anxiety attack. Very slowly, she'll feel better. John would help, he had a way with her demons. She turned slightly and jumped at him. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and squeezed tears from her eyes.]

I just had a nightmare, go back to sleep. Hold me, though...

[It was getting better here. Everyone was pulling her in, pulling here away from John's sadness. Her nightmare stems from her fear of being disconnected. While wanting to stay close to John. She felt helpless. Could he exist in her life as she grew?]

[mofi]

[ He clears his throat trying to rid the lump in his throat. Murphy doesn't have much time to wake himself up but Emori helps him with that when she dives into his arms. His eyes go wide for a moment, arms taking her in to pull her in close. This has happened a few times, her having nightmares. Murphy feels helpless because even sleeping next to her they still haunt her in her sleep. ]

You don't want to talk about it [, Murphy asks softly. Her presses his lips onto ther top of her head, gives her a soft kiss. ]

[emori]

[ Her hair is everywhere, not confined to the wrap while she sleeps. She buries her face in John's chest. He asks (or tells) her about talking and she moves so her lips can form sentences without being muffled.]

The same dream I always have lately.

[He won't know what it is, but he'll know that it bothers her greatly. Maybe she'll tell him now.]

[mofi]

[ Murphy combs his fingers through her hair, smoothes it back so it's not so wild and in his face. He is quiet for a little while, tries to make out the object in the room they are sleeping in. Slowly his eyes grow accustomed to the dark and everything is identifiable. ]

Maybe it would help you if you talk about it [ , Murphy suggests. Maybe if he knew, maybe he could help. He thinks more, quietly to himself. He wonders if she's told Raven before him. No, he tries to reason with himself. Emori loved him more than Raven.

He hopes. ]

[emori]

It's stupid. It's really dumb.

[ She laughs nervously, but closes her eyes in a moment of bliss when he smooths her hair back. Emori never thought she could feel like this with another person. Not for this long. Not this far away.]

I dream that I'm floating away. I feel ... scared. Like I'm losing you.

[mofi]

I won't think it's dumb. If it is something that keeps you up at night, then it's serious in my book.

[ Murphy doesn't rush her, stays quiet and lets her decide if she wants to tell him or not. He is fine with just holding her, making her feel like she isn't alone. ]

Losing me? [ He chuckles softly. ] We're practically attached at the hip. If you float away then I'm coming with her.

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[mofi]

they could be
i just rather one not capable of killing you

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[outofthemanor]

You could adjust the shock setting

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[mofi]

i wasnt given the remote
they had to delicately break it in order to take it off

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[outofthemanor]

A shame
It could have been such fun.

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[mofi]

well
how about we put a shock collar around your neck
and i can shock you at different intervals?

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[outofthemanor]

That could be very interesting

sorry or being slow, on vaca!

[mofi]

youd wanna do that?
do you even have a shock collar?

josephine and murphy

[mofi]

There is something awfully amiss about Clarke. Her mannerisms, the way she's been twirling her hair around her finger. That's just not something she ever did before. It was startling when she took his side, called him John no less.

That bit was the most unsettling part.

The others had left, left Murphy to his own devices. Drinking. That's what he's been doing when people left him alone, drinking is something he picked up when he came back from the dead. He's hoping he can drink so much that the memories of what he saw would cease to exist. Sadly, that isn't going to happen anytime soon.

He's in the middle of taking another sip when Clarke sits across from him. "I don't know what you're trying to do here, Clarke. But I'm not falling for it," Murphy says, petulantly. Face deadpan and blankly stares at her.

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[josielightbourne]

It's been a couple of days since Josephine first woke up in Clarkes body. A couple of days since she's been back alive.

She had missed the feeling of the warm sun on her skin and the way the wind sometimes played with her hair. She had always loved Sanctum. Never fully appreciated it though until now.

"Come on, John" Josephine says looking directly at him. "I'm just trying to have some fun for once in my life." She smiles.

She had thought about how hard it must have been for Clarke to survive six years almost on her own or how terrible her life must have been before she had come to Sanctum, yet she still couldn't help but wonder why she did what she did and why she, out of all of them, was considered their leader.

"It's actually kind of refreshing." A smirk upon Josephines face. She is sure that she will break him eventually. "You should try it sometime."

She doesnt know how much longer she can keep her game up or how much out of all of that he believes her, but she knows that he is way too intrigued to give up.

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[mofi]

Murphy looks at her, deadpan and flat. There is something about her and it's not sitting well with him. Not when this is the second time she's called him John. "Only two people call me that and you were never one of them," he says very pointedly.

His eyes are ticking around her face, tries to put her under a microscope. At the last moment, he looks away from her, takes a sip of his drink while he considers his next choice of words.

"What's the deal," Murphy asks, his tone cracked. It's as if he already knows, it's as if he didn't really want to hear her answer. But Murphy was never one to keep his mouth shut for too long.

He just can't help himself.

[mofi]

[ Oh, don't fuck up now, Murphy. There is no need to remind him that you are indeed a fucking loser and that you've literally never fucked a damn thing in your life. ]

it was a stupid joke
ignore me.

[kegger]

[ maybe because he's too chemically keyed up to prod into that obvious inexperience or maybe because he's already made up his mind, he steamrolls ahead. in his mind, billy's decreeing something both inarguable and indulgent: ]

i've decided that you're getting laid next weekend
chipper as a fucking bird

[mofi]

[ And what a good friend Billy is, helping Murphy to hand over his virginity card. Cash it in for a whole chocolate coin. ]

ill make sure to take a shower that night.
and wear clean clothes.

[kegger]

[ are you worth more than that, john murphy? ]

good boy
i don't need you embarrassing me

[mofi]

[ He got wrongfully accused of murdering someone because Murphy made the mistake of openly wanting to kill a dude; an accusation he got hanged for. The actual murderer, who had outed herself, was treated with sympathy. So, no, John Murphy does not think he is worth more than a stale chocolate coin.

Oh and don't worry, Murphy killed his friends who put the noose around his neck, and strung him up. Survival of the fittest, right? ]

i'm not an idiot like steve. [ But at least Steve was an attractive idiot, and people liked him still. Fuck that kid.]

[kegger]

[ worth the most exquisite of chocolate coins. dark chocolate no less than a year old, by all means. ]

no, you're no idiot [ the highest of compliments from him and almost sincere. there's a certain brand of backbone that murphy has, a drive that's more selfish and pure spite than steve harrington's soft headed, redemptive kindness; which is weakness in billy's book, a worthless quality. murphy has some worth to him. ]

i could do with some fucking enthusiasm though, man

[mofi]

[ Chocolate he will happily accept and then just keep them in the fridge because that's tangible validation. ]

shit, yeah.
no, i'm totally stoked.

my mom hasnt been noticing that im taking her liquor so she keeps buying more
ill bring the shit that i have.

[ Because his mother is an alcoholic. Murphy doesn't feel bad stealing from her, she hates him and blames him for all her misfortunes. Continually reminds him it's his fault his father is dead. He'll continue stealing from her until she chokes on her own vomit. He's counting down the days. ]