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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: 문재여 • Moon Jae Yeo NICKNAME(S): Fox  AGE: 31 DATE OF BIRTH: February 11th, 2988 ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius SEXUALITY: polyamorous demisexual GENDER IDENTITY: agender PRONOUNS: they/them

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Jay Park HEIGHT: 5′ 7″ HAIR COLOR: naturally black, occasionally dyed or bleached EYE COLOR: brown TATTOOS: many... most significantly: a figure seated in a moon that looks an awful lot like Nila [x], a fox constellation [x], some Aquarius imagery [x], a ladder to the stars [x], and a lot of flowers [x] [x] [x] [x]. SCARS: numerous scars across their chest, back, arms & hands; notably including a split in their left eyebrow, a set of claw marks over their heart, & a slit on their throat, just above their right collarbone. STYLE: usually a blend of sportswear & fancy street fashion when they’re out in public [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] ; in private they tend to favor soft comfortable things including kimonos, dresses or skirts, and sometimes little to no clothing at all... certain members of the crew have definitely gotten an eyeful when calling upon Fox in their quarters in the evening or early morning. They have a particular fondness for layering, button-up shirts, and floral prints. Fox also wears a lot of jewelry and has both earlobes pierced twice.

BACKGROUND

PLACE OF BIRTH: Orphe, Ersa; a poor town constructed around the opening of the mines, whose population largely relied on them or the nearby Benton Maximum Security Prison for their livelihood HERITAGE: Korean ancestry, family has lived on Ersa for at least three generations SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Korean, English, & Chinese fluently; understands some Japanese, Spanish, and can speak them brokenly HABITS/MANNERISMS: smoking, drinking, occasional abuse of Kane, fidgeting when anxious or withdrawing, casual pickpocketing & shoplifting, mode constantly set to “hustle everyone you meet”, flirts as a defense mechanism, complete show off to crowds, ambidextrous & master of sleight of hand tricks ACCENT: no particularly strong accent, tends to favor street slang & dialects, often blending with the sound of the local culture FAMILY: Their father and the family’s android ATOM were killed in a mine collapse which Fox witnessed when they were about fourteen years old. Fox’s surviving family (their mother and six older siblings) remain on Ersa, where most of them continue to work in the dangerous Orphe mines, or the steam & laundry rooms above. Fox also has an uncle (their father’s brother) who worked at Benton, which is how they originally came to meet Nila, while they were running correspondences from him into town from the prison. The status of Fox’s family members is unknown as they have not made or received contact with them in over seventeen years.

PERSONALITY

MBTI PERSONALITY: ISTP - The Virtuoso: energetic, creative, practical, spontaneous, rational, level-headed, stubborn, private, reserved, fickle MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral - predominantly individualistic, follows their own whims, values their own freedom, avoids authority, resents restrictions, challenges traditions, unpredictable but not random ENNEAGRAM PERSONALITY: Type 7 - The Enthusiast, with social variant: adventure-seekers, restless, quick-thinkers, multi-talented, open-minded, excellent networkers, avoid negative feelings through distraction, can be self-centered, have a desire to be accepted by social groups, can be extroverted MAIN VIRTUE/MAIN SIN: Charity/Gluttony - they steal a lot, but they give a lot away too TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine - talkative, enthusiastic, active, social, outgoing, charismatic, risk-takers

RELATIONSHIPS

HAVE THEY EVER BEEN IN LOVE?: They’re definitely in love right now, with Nila. It’s not even so much a matter of denying it exists as it is denying the depth of that love. Fox has never had a reason to quantify it before, but as time goes on they seem to be feeling that love grow more and more. They’re beginning to suspect it could be infinite. WHO ARE THEIR CLOSEST FRIENDS?: Nila is easily their best friend. They’re pretty decent at forging friendships actually, but since they’re not great at opening up many of them tend to be superficial, or based on a long-standing mutually beneficial arrangement. However, since they’ve boarded the Erebus they find themself growing most fond of Quino, Jinx, Nero & Lux. They admire Emeritus a lot but generally find themself fumbling to appeal to her, and they don’t think they’ve been terribly successful so far. Dante instantly appealed to them & they expect to become close in the near future. How close, only time will tell. WHAT/WHO IN THEIR LIFE WOULD BE HARD TO LIVE WITHOUT?: Definitely Nila. They’d probably be dead a few times over without her. HAVE THEY HAD ANY PETS?: They’ve never owned a pet themself, although they’d like a cat someday, and enjoy the idea of having a more exotic pet like a ferret, a crow, or a monkey that would help them steal things. But that’s a bit of a pipe dream, especially on a spaceship. WHAT IS THEIR RELATIONSHIP WITH THEIR FAMILY LIKE?: Distant, they haven’t spoken in about seventeen years. In their childhood, they had strong connection to all their family members, especially their mother. But the tragic loss of their father & ATOM triggered Fox to run off without consulting any of them, or even informing their family that they had survived. LENGTH OF THEIR LONGEST ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP: About fifteen years without realizing it.

MISC

COOKING SKILLS: Surprisingly decent... at least one of them had to learn how to cook if Fox & Nila were ever going to make it on their own... They learned from their mother and later from ATOM when they were programmed to assist with housework & often enjoy cooking as it reminds them of home in a lighthearted way. They’re not winning any culinary awards, but they can whip up a satisfying meal as long as they have the resources. They’re probably best at breakfast food, and something about the routine of it in the morning helps wake them up. FAVORITE FOODS AND/OR DRINKS: coffee first and foremost, tea second only to coffee, potent alcohol - preferably moonshine, water - no joke, fresh fruit, cooked or raw fish, anything decently spiced or charred, weird & exotic fruity candies FAVORITE PLACE: in the bunk (but only with Nila), in the driver’s seat of a ship (they like being in control of the tin can), Oceanus because they love to swim & some of their favorite bars and people are there. HOW THEY SPEND THEIR DAYS OFF: lounging around with Nila whenever possible, otherwise out hustling someone if they’re at port, trying to make new connections, or doing some casual window shopping ;) SLEEPING HABITS/POSITIONS: with Nila, they’re usually curled around her or hugging her around the middle... but they’re infamous for being able to sleep in any position- leaning forward on a table or console, upside down in a chair, on their back, on their stomach, head on top of the pillow or under it, half pulled out of a shirt, arm awkwardly bent behind their head, often entirely nude, cute little snores. MORNING ROUTINE: They shower with Nila if they wake up early enough, but a lot of times they sleep in a few minutes and then go make breakfast for both of them instead. They can be hard to wake up but they’re generally pleasant in the morning, needs coffee or strong tea in the morning to fully wake up. FAVORITE MUSIC GENRE/ARTIST/SONGS: pop, rap, electronic, rock - anything with a beat that’s fun to move around to. FAVORITE MOVIE/BOOK GENRE: They actually read a lot of philosophy, psychology, sociology, and ethics related essays and books - more often than not they fall asleep reading them at the end of the night, but they do retain the knowledge of what they’ve read. As for fiction, they prefer titles with intrigue, action, and suspense.

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time | early evening, about an hour into the party location | Strauss family estate, ballroom @bazatlas​

It wasn’t that Fox was looking for them, necessarily. More that they were keeping an eye out. It was definitely the way to go, in this kind of situation- the party setting, the sensitive nature of the mission, & quite honestly, the character they’d created. It was the type of environment Fox thrived in, honestly, and they were confident the evening would play out just as it needed to. After all, this kind of performance in front of a crowd was what they were truly a professional at. Of course, when the opportunity did present itself, they knew enough to take it in the most spectacular way possible. Baz, in an impeccable and distinctive costume, had just entered at one end of the ballroom from somewhere, as evidenced by the wall of people already beginning to form between them. And, rather than lose both the attention of the crowd and the chance to impress their mark all at once, Fox took action.

As they finished their previous trick and took a bow while the audience politely clapped, they spotted a bar nearby and formulated their plan in an instant. Turning with a dramatic flourish of their coat, they approached the bar and took an unopened bottle of champagne and two glasses. Showing them to the crowd, they proceeded to begin juggling the glasses delicately with one hand, eventually introducing the much heavier and more cumbersome champagne with the other. The crowd stirred as they watched the crystal sparkle above the bottle, all of them knowing just how disastrous it would be if Fox dropped anything. As they juggled, they made their way boldly across the room, stopping only when the chattering crowd parted in front of them to open their way to Baz.

They finished the trick by throwing the champagne bottle a little higher, doing a spin before catching the glasses, and then triumphantly catching the bottle again as it turned heavily end over end through the air. Applying a little helpful pressure to the base of the cork when they caught it helped it escape with a satisfying pop from the built-up pressure. And after a brief spray of bubbly poured forth, with some excited chatter and applause from the crowd, Fox stepped into a deep bow towards Baz. “Champagne?” they offered, pouring some of the remnants of the bottle into the two glasses they’d brought along. 

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time | early evening location | Strauss family estate, in one of the main common areas @maddoxshields

This party really was the ideal environment for Fox, and to think, they’d chosen the perfect cover on a whim, mid-conversation! Maybe it was just instinct at this point, falling into step with the right character for every situation. But they were particularly proud of this one, so close to the real thing that if you squinted hard enough, they were just playing themself. It was a role they’d perfected in the streets of every colony they’d ever set foot on, swindling people into believing whatever lies Fox wanted them to believe. It wasn’t something everyone could do, pushing the boundary between themself and other people when it was in place for their own protection. But Fox liked to think they had perfected the art of swimming through the shark tank untouched- they made their comfort zone a bubble around them, as big or as small as it need to be for them to get the job done.

Somehow, Fox couldn’t picture some of the crew being able to work the situations they dealt with every day quite as well. Maddox for example, while certainly capable of a lot of things Fox could never even dream of... he didn’t strike them as the cool & elegant under pressure type. But, they were willing to challenge him if he was willing to rise to meet it. And that, paired with their already fantastic mood, and their penchant for annoying him whenever he got the opportunity, gave Fox a brilliant idea, to see what Maddox was really capable of.

“You, my friend!” they called, gesturing to Maddox from the center of the crowd they were performing to, and crossing the distance between them in a few comically long gaits. “Perhaps you can help us with our little game, pick a card!” They held out a fanned deck of cards to him, smirking from behind their mask and watching carefully to see their crewmate’s reaction. Fox had been working the crowd for a while already, and so they watched with interest, although they still talked quietly between themselves from time to time.

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time | early evening location | Strauss family estate, outside @nilaemani

It hardly felt real, being in such a beautiful place, clutching Nila’s hand with the opportunity to just bask in the environment and enjoy it for a while. Their heart was racing in a way it hadn’t in years, in a way that was all excitement. Fox’s smile was light and carefree, exposed only for a moment to their partner before they slipped the mask completely back over their face again. They turned into the party, and for a while lost themself in the glamour and glitz of it with Nila, until they found a moment to pull her aside near a particularly elegant fountain outside, at the mouth of the famed hedge maze. “You ready for tonight?” they asked, fingers still tangled into hers. Not that they needed to ask. 

They’d gone over the basics of their plan with her the night before, posing as an entertainer that could easily work the crowd. And that was all they needed, to make this work... it was just how they operated. With the same goals in mind, they worked best with as much room to adapt and manipulate the situation at hand as they needed. And of course their ability to communicate across a crowded room came in handy, although that would be a bit more challenging tonight with the masks. Still, they were confident and at ease about the whole situation, far removed from how they had felt before Ersa. 

“I have something for you,” they said, glad they had no reason to disguise their smile behind the mask. It had been burning a hole in their pocket for weeks now, and yet no moment had felt right to give it to her. But they’d brought it that night, somehow knowing. “Figured I should give it to you before you’re swept away on a tide of rich, eligible bachelors,” they teased.

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nilaemani‌:

Letting her feet drop down next down next to the newcomers thigh, she took a moment to sip at her own coffee, giving Fox the floor to make their own move. A move which would be much less subtle than her own, which of course it was. Rolling her eyes with a smile that spoke of her amusement rather than irritation, she tossed the bag over to the medic. “And I wonder where all our clothes vanish off to”, she replied as she rested her free hand down on Fox’s lap. As much as she didn’t want to part with the silk robe in question, Fox was right, she noted as she looked down at the sorry state of the medics clothes, clothes that were likely the only things he’d brought with him on board given his rushed admittance into the group. 

“Donuts are the ship’s, technically speaking, so have at ‘em,” she added. Given the rough night he’d just been through he certainly needed them more than either of them. Sleep was likely also on his agenda no doubt, despite her’s and Fox’s ulterior motives preferring the contrary. Which was why she decided to reel it back a little, not push her wants any further than she already had, but leaving the door open should he want to explore them. 

“If silk is not your fabric, I’m sure we can scrounge up something for you though,” she said, nodding towards the current state of his clothes, “I doubt the sizes will be right, but I dunno, I think you might actually be able to pull off one of my crop tops.” 

Priorities were easy, when you were as tired as he was, and his came to him quickly: sugar, then sleep, then clean clothes, then everything else. He took the donuts, ripping the bag open, and shoved two of the bite-sized, powdered-sugar covered ones into his mouth, chewing and swallowing as he processed the rest of the conversation around him slowly, letting his lagging and exhausted brain catch up with the spider’s web he had so clearly stumbled directly into. 

A very welcome one, of course. But once again: not high on the list of priorities, not the right level of the hierarchy of needs he was on at this exact moment in time. Still, as he chewed through a third donut, looking between the two of them, he considered it: she was, for all intents and purposes, precisely his type, and they weren’t far from it, either. One sharp-edged and quick, the other a smooth and blunt instrument. The two of them so close he didn’t think either had been away from the other for more than a few days in… years, probably, maybe a decade or more. In sync, completely. 

     “Been a long time since I wore silk,” he said, once the food was out of his mouth. No point spoiling it all now with rudeness, even if it’d be a few hours before he was up for anything more than this. “But I’m sure I could be amenable to the change of clothes, if that’s an offer I can take up in an hour or so.”

Fox’s hand instantly finds Nila’s as soon as she touches them which is a testament to how in sync they are. In other contexts, it tends to freak some people out, especially when they can communicate & execute a plan from opposite sides of the room without speaking. In this case, it’s an excellent emotional check, minutely readjusting their energy and managing the tone of the conversation & the feel of the room, evening out their sometimes abrasive edges. Thankfully, Dante doesn’t seem phased by it if he notices, although Fox wouldn’t blame him for missing it given how exhausted he must be.

“I can attest that her crop tops will look excellent on your frame... And you can collect on our offer whenever you want,” they said with a nod and a slight shrug. Their eyes sparkled suggestively as they went on. “Consider our cabin door always open... and that’s not something I say to just anyone on this ship...” They smiled, hopefully in a friendly way, with a slightly less flirty tone. They idly ran their fingers over Nila’s knuckles and the back of her hand up to her wrist, their affection for her on clear display. “In fact, if you need a place to get some rest, you can use one of our bunks... we usually double up, so one will be empty anyway.”

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bazatlas‌:

They had to admit they had no idea who this stranger was, which seemed to be a more and more common occurrence lately, something which they resented greatly. It was difficult to set up their position and keep things going their way when there were so many unknowns around. As the other went on, though, they relaxed a bit. “You do your own tailoring,” they said, the shock clear in their voice. Clearly, this wasn’t someone they would’ve known before now, not often brushing shoulders with the sort of people who did their own alterations. For now, they accepted it, though, more than happy to take any chance to talk about their costume for the evening.

“Somehow, it’s the trousers that are truly puzzling him. The dress, already gorgeous, the coat, exquisite, but he just cannot even fathom the concept of simple onyx trousers. But I can’t be trapezing around without them. The dress is much too short, and unfortunately it’s not the occasion to let everything hang out,” Baz sighed, pausing to take a drag of their cigarette.

Baz stared at them for a second, waiting for more, but it didn’t come. Whoever this Fox was, they were certain they must’ve been visiting from somewhere else, or a relative newcomer to the city, thinking a first name was enough for them to know who they were speaking to, when they couldn’t recall anyone named Fox anyone in the circle has made them aware of worth knowing already. “I’m certain the pleasure is mine. Baz Atlas, but I’m certain you knew that already. Fox, though. Fox what?” they prompted, eyebrows raised nearly to their hairline. 

They figured somebody doing their own handiwork wouldn’t be the most popular concept on Dionysus, where most people paid for that kind of thing. But Fox kept cool, like they always did, stitching the pieces together mid-conversation, even mid-thought sometimes. They’d perfected the ability of forming the required character on the fly, of reading people and learning through trial & error what would captivate them, and they had no reason to approach this any differently. And thanks to the stranger’s easily readable expressions and tone, Fox already knew they weren’t someone easily impressed. No, they were someone with expectations and standards... in other words, Fox’s favorite kind of mark. They would be all the more fun to play with for their sharp intelligence & their suspicions.

“Now that is a shame... that would be much more entertaining, wouldn’t it?” they commented casually, leaning nearby and fishing into their own jacket pocket for a cigarette. They put it between their lips idly, looking more for the familiar feeling of it than anything else. But their eyes still lingered a little over the smoke escaping Baz’s lips with interest that was surprisingly genuine. Fox couldn’t help but feel amused by their questions, and this time unlike so many others, they let it show. Their mouth slipped into a natural smirk, and they excused the honesty behind it because it would make them memorable and could be used to help build the persona they were still in the process of constructing, even now. 

“Apologies, admittedly I’ve been away from polite society for too long. It’s just Fox; a mononym, you know... like Prince... Please tell me you’ve heard of Prince...” They extended their hand in an odd fashion, palm down, but still open as if to shake. “I’m a performance artist, been outside of the CGB for some time now, touring the unregistered colonies so my appearance at the ball is a bit...” They paused, laughing a bit as if they could hardly believe it themself. “Sudden, and unexpected... I can only help I’m a welcome surprise for the crowd!”

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nerowisteria‌:

They smiled back at them as they came into the cabin, bag in tow. To say that they were excited by the prospect of dressing up for a masquerade was an understatement. Fashion was something that, even after their freedom, they had not truly learned about until one of their so-called kidnappings. It was a very interesting concept, one that they had come to be particularly interested in because of what it meant. Clothing not just as a means to protect from environmental factors and to keep appropriate modesty, but as a way to express individuality and pieces of information someone wants the world to know about them. On Dionysus, it seemed that was an even more important concept, as fashion not only expressed personality, but showed wealth and social status perhaps even more so than other place.

This was a concept that they have a feeling their former captor would have enjoyed, given the way they had been so thoroughly focused on the way they dressed and Nero dressed, even in the comfort of their own home. Having the chance, the need to actually do so themself as well was exciting, as they had rarely had such an opportunity on their own, besides when they had stolen from their captor upon leaving.

“I am very excited to see what you have brought, I’m certain there is going to be something to use. You both seem to have a very strong sense of fashion, perhaps I can learn more from you,” Nero said. “I think I have a good concept of fashion, myself, but it had been thoroughly influenced by one person alone, and I am not certain it is right for Dionysus.”

Fox was wildly curious about Nero’s past in general, but in this context about their fashion history, particularly this one person they mentioned. Sounded like somebody worth knowing, on a superficial level at least... after all, they were talking about aesthetics. “Yeah? Can you ah... can you explain to me what you know about fashion?” they wondered, glancing at them as they knelt to open the bag. They left a pause, for Nero to consider, and then posed another suggestion. “Or is it more... conceptual than technical?”

They began pulling articles of clothing from the bag and hanging them around wherever there was room- off the edge of the bunks, on pipes protruding from the walls and ceiling... soon the room looked like a bit of a mess, but there was an organized chaos to it. Fox gestured openly to the clothes with an encouraging smile. “Go ahead, I’m curious to see what draws your attention,” they said. “I’ll give you advice if you want! And I’m sure Jinx would love to talk your ear off about fashion too.”

Leaning against a small area of blank wall, Fox observed Nero carefully. “Are you looking forward to the ball?”

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noa-okamoto‌:

“Well I’ve never been slow enough for one to catch me,” the pilot shrugged, relaxing back into her chair. She knew the statement sounded flippant, and in truth the matter was not something she took lightly. Noa knew if she was honest with herself, she believed she felt the pressure of the law far more than anyone else on this ship. The people after them, the governments they had evaded, she used to be a part of that system…part of the law. A piece of her would always belong to the military - the respect for the forces that chased them down was ingrained in her. Running away was easy, but if she was forced to make a choice, and she had to chose between protecting the crew and harming a soldier just doing their duty, she didn’t know which part of her would win out. But that was not an issue she had to confront today. 

“And I can only assume ‘this one in particular’ is known personally to you?” Noa couldn’t help but be curious. The obvious trepidation in their voice was out of character. “Look, no one can get on this ship without one of us knowing, and trust me,” she paused, locking eyes with them, “If anyone came sniffing around the ship, I would get us out of here before you could even blink twice. I don’t brag, I’m just good at what I do.” Noa had always been good at running. And as long as she was running towards something, she was okay with that. 

It wasn’t the answer they were expecting, but Fox smiled at the pilot’s reply nonetheless. It was always good to work with a crew that was confident in what they did. And they’d experienced enough of her work by now that they knew Noa wasn’t just talking a big game. It was hard to put their trust entirely into someone else’s hands, but they supposed they’d been doing that with Noa anyway without consciously thinking about it. “Good to hear, but they’re just as likely to approach on the ground as they are in a ship,” they warned. “So just keep your eye out... they’ll do whatever they can to get close and make somebody to let their guard down...”

Her next question didn’t surprise them, they’d been tiptoeing around the topic of their acquaintanceship with said bounty hunter this whole time... but they were still hesitant to answer, and they weren’t sure why. Maybe it was just that they hated sharing personal information so much, that there was still an illusion of them protecting themself by withholding all the details. But that seemed wrong somehow, in this conversation. After seeming to struggling with themself over it, for a moment, Fox shrugged again and sighed, ready to come a little more clean. “Yeah, I may have had a run in or two with them before... still got the scars to prove it, actually,” they confessed. Their fingers twitched slightly with the sudden urge to smoke a cigarette. 

“Listen... I know you’re good at what you do, and no one’s new to this... everyone knows to keep an eye out... But I’m worried, okay? Last time they got close to me and Nila it was a little too close, if you get my drift. We got pinned down... only made it out of there through sheer dumb luck, and Nila’s quick thinking... I was a fucking wreck, freaking out... and I don’t get like that easy... and... I don’t know. It just feels like I couldn’t possibly be that lucky again...”

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bazatlas‌:

just past noon, outside of a luxury tailor’s shop, the center of semele          ( open. )

There were several problems stacking up on their plate at the moment. The threat of indictment, of course, being the worst, the elaborate plan to sink the man they worked for, being a very close second, if only because it was perhaps more time sensitive than the first. But the one on their mind just now, was the problem of the costume. The masquerade was the perfect opportunity to assert their innocence of the rumors and implications, while also setting up Strauss for his grand fall, which they already believed would be simple enough, considering all that they knew of what he got on with behind closed doors. But to do that, they needed to look the part. And that was apparently easier said than done in Semele, considering the terrible luck Baz had had with tailors so far in the city, many being either too daunted by the task of such an elaborate costume, or altogether.

The thought of facing life in high-security prison was almost more appealing than going back into the shop and trying, for the third time, to explain that black and onyx were not the same color, and that the fabric they were being shown was most certainly just black. They stood outside the shop, leaning against the window, smoking, only vaguely watching the passersby. Until, that was, someone made to go into the shop. They straightened up, feeling it was their duty to save another poor soul from the horror they’d been experiencing.

“If you’re in search of a quality tailor, I’d look elsewhere,” Baz sighed in a puff of smoke. “I’ve come in for alterations and he still seems vexed by what I asked for. It’ll be a wonder if he has the costume ready in time for the masquerade, but I’ve spent too much to give up now. Not sure how Ludomire had such luck here…”

For once, Fox felt comfortable enough to let their guard down just enough to let their mind wander as they walked the streets of Semele doing some last minute shopping (and mopping) of loot for the upcoming event. The airspace before they landed had been mercifully clear of any recognizable bounty ships, and they felt oddly at ease with their feet on the ground again, it almost made them want to forget about returning to the Erebus - Nila would catch on eventually and find them, it’d be easy enough. But no, this time around they actually had something to do that interested them; both preparing for the mission, and the mission itself. They couldn’t help it really, they had a special fondness for heists that came hand in hand with big elaborate productions.

Baz’s voice managed to genuinely take them off guard as they were stopped just short of entering through the tailor’s door. At the mention of the distinctive first name they’d just heard from their mission briefing, Fox could practically feel their eyes light up. They disguised it with a flirty laugh, not a stretch at all considering who they found themself speaking to. “Oh don’t worry about me, I just need a few supplies,” they answered, stepping back from the threshold of the shop in favor of striking up a conversation. “I found something I like, I just need to make a few alterations which I can do easily enough myself... But now I’m curious, what have you asked for that has him so confused?”

They stayed clear of the topic of Ludomire for now, figuring if the stranger was willing to offer up his name right out of the blue, they might also reveal bits and pieces of information about him just as casually. For now, they focused on being amicable, and making it look like they belonged here. “Name’s Fox by the way, pleasure to meet you.”

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get-jinxxxed‌:

Jinx’s introduction into the world of fashion was a latent one. For years she had two outfits that she alternated between, torn and dirty, but then she discovered the joys of stealing and everything changed. Everything could become clothing, and surprisingly enough Jinx had become a decent seamstress and had developed a unique style all of her own. With Fox, the two had collected a variety of outfits in every style imaginable. Jinx figured that anything they didn’t give away was hers afterwards, to remake into whatever she wanted. Now came the real challenge though, sorting the clothing into different piles depending on what would look fabulous on people. Praise whatever was out there for Fox because this was a challenge made for two wild people like the two of them.

Excitedly she loudly replied, “I am here and I am so fucking ready!” Ugh, they were going to be so gorgeous. Honestly, she had never seen anybody in top notch fancy clothing, and she was so so so incredibly hyped about this. “Yes, that is perfect.” She stared down at this massive pile of clothing, some of it chrome and gold inspired, other wild bright colors, “Hmmmmmm who should we start with?” Should they start with the captain? Or end with him? Maybe they could start easy with themselves? So many options.

Then it hit her, “What about Nila? She your best bro so she should be easy! And she’s sooooo cool. I want to be her when I grow up, you know?” Or, or, or, “Or Nero! They deserve all the best things in the world.” Ugh, she wanted to fully make over them so badly one day, they deserved having a moment to be pampered in all the human ways. She glanced down at the pile again, and starting digging through, attempting to make sense of the multitude of clothing they had found.

Fox’s smile only grew at their younger crew member’s unbridled enthusiasm. She reminded them a lot of themself and Nila when they were growing up, wildly tearing through every colony they came across in a streak of color and noise. They don’t know why it had changed, why they seemed to have changed recently; but honestly they were beginning to miss the days when they were lighter and carefree, when they still felt safe on solid ground instead of holed up in a floating tin can... But Jinx was a happy reminder of those times, especially when she fluidly directed the conversation to one of Fox’s favorite topics.

“Yeah, I do have a few things in mind for her, so that’d probably be the easiest place to start! But I’ve got some ideas for Nero to so we can do them next,” they agreed, already scanning through the piles for a distinctive red outfit they remembered picturing her in. The hat stuck out of the side of one pile, so they pulled it and plopped it unceremoniously onto Jinx’s head. “Here, hold this...” Fox set their tea aside for a moment to dig through the pile where they unearthed a bodysuit in red lace from head to toe, with a complimentary coat. They picked a side of the cargo bay and draped the outfit over a set of pipes along the wall (after checking they weren’t too hot), taking the hat from Jinx again and setting it on top. 

“We can start here and just sort of... go around the room I guess? And we can do shoes and jewelry and stuff last, after we have an idea of what they might be wearing...” They glanced thoughtfully back to the pile and smiled. “But if you see anything that you’re feeling for somebody else go ahead and start a new pile somewhere... We’ll probably end up jumping around a lot just looking through the pile.”

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time | early evening location | Cabin E (Lux & Nero’s) @nerowisteria

Fox was looking forward to this ball probably more than they should be... It was a dangerous mission, to be sure. Especially in a room full of the most rich & powerful people on the planet, it would be risky to engage in any of their usual favorite behavior at parties, namely the up-close & personal kind of theft they had made themself an expert in. But if playing by the rules for a while had the kind of payout they were hoping for, they were prepared to keep their hands clean for a night... They’d feel out the room when they arrived, of course... it could very well be that they’d have their hands full doing something more... specific for the cause, which they were more than fine with. Rather than feel nervous at all about the gravity of the mission, they found themself excited. But not as excited as they were at this moment, clutching a huge duffel bag full of clothes and accessories for Nero to look through. They knocked a few times on the door to their cabin, which they shared with Lux, and stepped back to patiently wait.

Fashion hadn’t been anyone’s first concern on Ersa, but after leaving it was one of the first things Fox had found themself interested in, especially as it was used to mark economic status and express people’s personalities. They liked to think they had a good eye, but they hadn’t had the chance to talk about it with Nero yet. They knew the android had likely spend some time with somebody that knew how to dress themself, given that they seemed to have a handle of the concept already. But they were curious to see what their opinions and tastes were like.

“Your fashion courier is here,” they said, presenting themself with open arms when Nero answered. They slipped into the cabin when invited and set the bag down in the center of the room, grinning widely. “Jinxie and I picked up some shoes and things too, and if the fit is a little off I can alter it for you... my mom was a seamstress so, should be easy enough... I feel like we nailed it though, not gonna lie...” 

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time | sometime after lunch location | cargo hold @get-jinxxxed​

Fox felt like they hadn’t felt in quite a while, holding a lukewarm half-cup of some fruity tea they’d had with lunch as they looked through the frankly alarming amount of fancy dress clothes they and Jinx had amassed for the crew. They felt at peace, content to worry over fashion for the rest of the day rather than anything else. It had been easy enough to find outfits for everyone (and to steal even more on top of what they acquired legally) but it turned out the real challenge was styling. 

That’s where they were glad to have Jinx’s help. They knew she had a good eye and they were excited to see what ideas she had. Because, while of course everyone would be picking their own outfit, it had to be from the selection of what she and Fox had picked... A collection that was currently organized into a few teetering piles of fabric & accessories... and that would just not do, for Fox’s nerves if not the ease & convenience of everyone else... Luckily, they knew Jinx was exactly the crewmate to help them get everything out of control. And it was great to get to hang out with her again, evidenced by the bright smile they flashed her way when they heard her approaching.

“Hey! Are you ready to help make us the best dressed bunch of pirates to ever set foot on Dionysus?” Their voice was enthusiastic, if somewhat subdued in energy, but there was the same sparkle in their eye that was always there. “I know we grabbed a lot with each person in mind but I figured it would help everybody out if they were broken up into collections, you know? No sense in making anybody look through clothes that aren’t their size or style... Sound like a good place to start?” Luckily, there were plenty of sturdy pipes around the perimeter of the cargo hold that could make for improvised clothing racks.

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quino-thecaptain‌:

Quino stopped paying attention to the dancer for a long, silent moment as he debated his next words. It took him longer than necessary to gather his thoughts, the alcohol making him feel slow and warm, but eventually sighed in defeat. He had a duty, no matter what. To his crew. And despite Fox’s usual flippant attitude, if they had something important to say, he had to listen to them. God knows their dear con artist was a specialist at hiding what they felt and Quino couldn’t have another disaster, another mission gone wrong. Not now. He was too tired for that. “You can,” he said with a confused frown. Softly, almost imperceptible under the loud music. It was probably all in his head but he sounded so foreign, so small. Words he didn’t enjoy being associated with. 

But of course, Fox was just fucking around and before Quino could dismiss the dancer and ask what was really going on, the bastard flexed, grinned and sat down beside him. If he could’ve burned them on the spot with his eyes alone, he would’ve. Luckily, his hands were busy following the dancer’s movements so he didn’t reach out and punch Fox in the face. “I got plenty of company right here, yes,” he huffed petulantly, leaning back against the couch, releasing his hold on the man on his lap and turning to Fox. 

“What brings you here, then? I’m guessing it’s not my delightful company you’re looking for, so what is it? Looking for a lap dance, too? Something for Nila?” Quino asked them curiously. It was very strange to run into one of his crew here. The moon wasn’t exactly big, but there were plenty of better clubs than this. Either Fox followed him or the world really hated him right now.  

It was nice to see they still had their talents, even if their drunk, distracted captain didn’t exactly make for the most challenging mark right now. With the way things had been going, the way Fox had been getting closer & closer to the other crew members over time despite their best attempts to resist, they’d started to worry they were losing their touch. Somehow, it was becoming harder and harder to turn an indifferent shoulder to them and keep to themself, even though that’s how they’d always operated until now- just themself and Nila, who they more or less counted as another, extended part of themself. 

And okay, maybe playing babysitter to their emotionally distraught captain wasn’t the best way to try and distance themself... but to Fox it seemed more like something else; the opportunity to be distracted in some way. “Well, now you’ve got more company,” they replied, smiling easily in the warmth of their proximity. “More is always better, right?” They winked. Somehow, this was always what Fox fell back on when they needed to find themself, their usual brand of flirting- suggestive and more than a little easy to see through.

They pretended to think for a moment about Quino’s question, going so far as to cross their arms and stroke their chin contemplatively. “If you’re offering, Cap, how could I say no? I bet you’ve got moves,” they said with a chuckle, turning to him with a quirked eyebrow and paying more attention to his form than the dancer still moving over him. They shrugged and tore their gaze away, but not without letting it drag off of Quino’s skin first. “Nila’s off arm-wrestling someone or something... but don’t worry, she’s here in spirit.”

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@quino-thecaptain: 

The walls of the Erebus felt too small, the air hard to breathe, the people too sad or expecting guidance he didn’t know how to give. The fact that Imogen was gone and they had come so close to his home wasn’t making things easier. Rye’s disappointed eyes, Dante’s smirk, Lux’s mourning eyes. It was too much, and Quino had to get out.

    Despite Demeter being a planet Quino, and most people raised there, associated with hunger and hard work, one of its moons was its exact opposite. Opulent, loud with music, laughter and an a party that never seemed to stop. It was good. Exactly what he needed, and the deafening beat of the music did wonders to drown his rapidly changing thoughts. Lots of what if, lots of questions, of fears, of things he needed to do.

    That’s how he ended up in one of the darkest, dirtiest clubs he could find. Leaning on the biggest couch money could buy, sipping on expensive whiskey while a man sat on his lap, grinding down slowly to the rhythm of the music. At the very least it was distracting, a serene smile playing on his lips as he hummed, content, relaxed for the first time in a very long time.

    Though he blamed the almost empty bottle of whiskey for that.

   But then he saw something from the corner of his eye. A familiar figure, and the thought of being found made him groan out loud, hand going for the man’s hip and face hiding in his neck for just a moment before the boy pulled back. “No touching, captain,” he warned with a flirty smile, pinning Quino’s hand back down on the couch. He continued dancing though and Quino closed his eyes, enjoying the body’s warmth until familiar footsteps approached his flank.

    “Someone better be dead, Fox. Otherwise, I don’t wanna hear it,” he groaned and the man above him stopped for a moment - curious? worried? scared? - but quickly resumed his movements. This time, allowing Quino’s grip on his hip when he opened his eyes and turned to glare at Fox. “I’m kind of busy, as you can see.”

Being a con-artist for most of their life, Fox had never gotten into the habit of forming close attachments to anyone- not lasting ones anyway (Nila excluded, of course). But despite all their best efforts, it had been different ever since they’d stepped onto the Erebus... really since the moment they’d first approached Quino in that bar, what felt like light-years away by now. They thought it was kind of funny that they found themself in a similar place tonight... although now it seemed Quino was the one in need of rescuing, from some awful memories and ghosts that had a tendency to chase. Fox had followed him, out of some feeling softer than they meant for it to be, something they might call concern if they were capable of admitting such a thing out loud. For now, they didn’t think about it too hard.

When they found him though, the captain seemed to be doing alright, if his handsy exchange with the dancer was any indication. Then again, Fox thought that might have more to do with the whiskey than anything. They understood the concept of trying to escape from it all for a while, it was a method they were all too familiar with. That didn’t mean they wouldn’t invite themself along, though, if only to secretly keep an eye on Quino. But they weren’t about to baby him with pretty, soft words either. They clutched their hand to their chest in mock offense, going so far as to gasp slightly. “I thought I could always come talk to you, Cap. What if I really do have something important to say?”

They kept the facade up for all of a few seconds, if only to flex their muscles a little before relaxing into an expression that was easier, and maybe a little playful. They unceremoniously plopped down onto the couch next to him without being invited, heaving a small sigh. “Is that any way to treat somebody who just wants to keep you company?” Fox teased. And then, taking in the eyeful seated in Quino’s lap, they grinned. “Although, you seem to have found plenty of that already...”

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get-jinxxxed‌:

It was hard not to giggle at the ridiculous over the top personality of Fox, and Jinx loved every second of it. They were delightful and bright in a way few others on the ship were. Most of them were all grumpy, busy not liking social interaction, but not Fox. “Clearly! Having fabulous cheekbones puts you,” desperatly she thought of a rhyme, “in the zone?” She lost it, but the effort was there and that’s all anybody could ever ask of her. “Oops, and to think, bone isn’t even that hard of word to rhyme!” Dramatically, she kept going, “A disappointment really. A irreversible shame on my abilities as a word smith. How shall I ever go on?” 

She hummed in agreement, “Hmmm yes, not everybody can handle them. I understand.” The thought of dress up made her smile a wide wide grin. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, we shall do that. My closet is a mess and I can fit in most of it so we can look through it.” The sudden turn around was, well, sudden and quickly she watched them rush out the door with a wink than she had settled in. With no hesitation she winked back, waving as they darted out towards their mission. What a delightful conversation really. She should really harass Fox more as it was often the precursor to very fun things. 

Jinx guessed that it was her time to get going to. There were missions to be had, and it was probably time for her to get going, get dressed, and get heading  out into the final frontier. Hopefully all would go well and they come back with some wild supplies. 

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