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closed starter : @naturallytwofaced 📍 town hall - mason's office

Amelia had a nasty habit of taking charge wherever she went. Not in a way that was disrespectful to the head figure of authority (unless warranted,) just in a slightly overbearing way. Unfortunately for Mason, the mayor was no exception.

The heels of her boots echoed across the shiny halls as she navigated the familiar route to his office. Destination in sight, Amelia's hand met the sturdy, hardwood door with a firm knock. She was already told by the front desk that Mason was free, so the woman wasted no time walking in. "Mayor Reed, I'm afraid I must insist on those illuminated sonar plates by the border. They would be remarkably helpful to my pilots and those approval papers are—" Her speedy words stopped in their tracks when the door cleared her view and she got a proper look at the man in front of her. He looked very troubled. "Right. What seems to be the matter this time?"

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Sitting on a stool at the bar area of the diner, Amelia twirled her spoon around her nearly empty mug of coffee. She tilted her head as Thomas placed the board on the counter next to her, a small smile spreading across her lips. "Magnificent?" she repeated the english translation. Amelia had used that word as she sailed across galaxies. A word she uttered when she witnessed stars in their final moments of life and first breaths of creation. And yet, here she was in a little diner, listening to a friend use that same word to describe toast on eggs for all she knew. Reaching a hand over, she turned the board towards her seat to read its contents. "Looks like abysmal handwriting on a chalkboard if you ask me," she jested, stifling a friendly laugh.

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Thomas whistled out loud, an old tune from the 50's that he still loved to this day despite its age, as he sketched out today's specials on the board. Setting it back on top of the counter Thomas admired his handiwork as he wiped the chalk off of his hand onto a dishcloth, and swung it over his shoulder. "Well I'll be dammed" he mused with a grin. "C'est magnifique, am I right?"

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closed starter : @naturallytwofaced 📍 town hall - mason’s office

For what was most likely the first time ever since landing in Evermore, Amelia entered Mason's office in the gentlest manor possible... and in silence. Her eyes didn't leave his own as she softly closed the door to his office. The woman stood there for a few moments, taking in his face and reading the emotions that were plastered onto it. For once, she lacked any words to say. Morgan was missing. A large fraction of the town was missing. Missing from what was, to her knowledge, a seemingly inescapable fortress.

"Ahem. Right. I've checked this miserable town from stem to stern and... I'm afraid I've got nothing to report. Even after an aerial search I've found not even a crumb of an explanation."

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"Oh, don't you mewl about your shirt when I had to charge a whole investigation and expedition just to find you," her quick tongue ripped through his whining with no regard for complaints. Amelia allowed him to explain. Her manicured hand dropped from his collar as she stepped slightly backward and folded her arms. "Mr. Hawkins, quite predictably your excuses are exceedingly inadequate. Regardless of intention, you do not chart your own course to nowhere without warning." Those last two words she spoke with particular venom. "Adventure is addictive and thrilling, but it also has no value for intention or planning. Had you still been in the Interstellar Academy, a stunt like this would be grounds for expulsion. Is that understood?"

A swift sigh fell from Amelia's lips as the bulk of her frustrations were released upon their source. Her eyes shifted to browse the area for a moment before returning to meet Jim's. She could tell he was being sincere. "Listen, I know better than any poor soul that plans often go awry. But that is precisely why you must inform at least one person where you are going and take the proper navigation instruments with you. What you and Morgan did was reckless and irresponsible. Do you think your folks back on Montressor knew that you two were 'fine?' Thank your lucky stars that I was able to trace your path... and that I brought Sarah and Doctor Doppler with me. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to answer your question." A very small, sly smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Your mother is fine. An absolute wreck, but fine all the same. I don't say this often, but I'm sure my words will be child's play when she gets ahold of you."

seeing her smile was almost scarier than witnessing the shift in her expression once realization had set in. jim didn't have a second to think before he was being tugged around the corner, stumbling over his feet, swearing he heard the tearing of thread in the hem of his shirt collar. ❛ captain, c'mon, i just got this shirt !! ❜ he groaned, tugging on the fabric so it freed itself from her grasp, smoothing it out with palms that suddenly felt clammy. as she scolded him, he turned his face away, not entirely able to face her as he reached up to awkwardly rub the back of his neck. ❛ there's uh... a molecule in there somewhere, i think, ❜ he muttered sheepishly, trying his best to smile not the expression not finding his eyes. ❛ hey — this whole mundane crater was an accident. i'll have you know that morgan and i had our sights set out on something far more exciting than a town with a force field around it. ❜ his arms crossed his chest, a frown now creasing his lips. the mention of his mom, however, made him soften — but only for a moment before the man was hardening his expression once more, eyes like stone. ❛ look — i didn't plan to get stuck here. the plan was to go out and come right back. if i knew me and mo were gonna get stuck here, we never would have left. they don't exactly have space mail here so, didn't have a way to let you know i was okay. but see ?? i'm fine !! ❜ he looked up, holding out his arms, looking between her and his own form before dropping them back by his sides. ❛ i'm sorry, okay ?? are... is ma with you ?? is she doin' alright ?? ❜

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The bottom of her palm smacked against the small, and at present utterly useless, communication device in her hand. "Blasted static," she complained under her breath. Ever since Amelia had crossed into this area, all of her equipment went completely haywire— leaving the woman currently unable to contact anyone on her crew, including Delbert and Sarah. She could practically hear their hysteria echoing in her ears from wherever they were right now.

Frustration growing, Amelia pocketed the device with a huff as her eyes scrutinized the faces that walked past. The heels of her boots clacked as she pushed forward down the sidewalk; and before she knew it, a flash of familiar brown hair was bobbing around the corner in front of her. A wide smile grew on her lips before very quickly being replaced with a frown. "Mr. Hawkin— Mr. Hawkins!" Her tone switched just as swiftly as her smile from bright to stern. Amelia marched up to Jim, her hand grabbing the front of his shirt collar to pull him back around the building corner he just rounded for slightly more privacy. "Are you aware that I had to traverse the Calyan Nebula to get here? I mean really, of all planetary positions to find you I was anticipating more than this mundane crater. And yet here you are looking quite pleased with yourself and failing to address me with respect. Is there even a molecule of discipline drifting around that brain of yours? Do you have any idea the state you put your mother and Doctor Doppler in? The pair are frantic, among other less delicate words." Naturally Amelia had to get her chastising out first, but in truth she was extremely relieved to know that Jim hadn’t flown his solar surfer into the sun or something of the sort.

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closed starter: @finestspxcer !! location: outside the pawn shop

jim had just made a huge drop over at the pawn shop, one of the biggest he had made since finding himself in this town. between that and everything with chloe, the man had been on cloud nine lately. practically bouncing off the walls, the treasure hunter had a hop to his step as he paraded down the sidewalk with the heaviest pockets he's had since he was onboard with — ❛ holy shit... captain ?? ❜

nearly falling over himself, jim skidded to a stop in front of the familiar and weighted eyes of amelia. oh shit. he stood there for a moment, stunned, an anxious laughter suddenly vibrating in his chest. ❛ h-heyyyyyyy, uh, wow. i did NOT expect to see... you here in this little ol' town. what a... wow, what a surprise !! ❜ clapping his hands together infront of him, any ounce of joy he had turned quickly into dread, a sheepish smile on his features as he resisted the urge to bolt in the opposite direction. ❛ how uh... how goes it, cap ?? ❜