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[mofi]

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[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.]

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[mofi]

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

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.

[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.