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"Well that's cryptic!" You nervously laugh at this odd tone shift coming from Alexis. "Pray tell, I'm not a mind- Well, this time I'm not a mind reader. What's up?"
"It's a stupid, silly plan that I know won't pan out but. I want to become a <span class="mu-s">CEO.</span> Maybe even one with the <span class="mu-s">Head</span> itself."
Oh! Well that's something else. "And I inspired this insane goal how?"
"I think we can both read the writing on the walls with the Spooks. They have their tendrils in so many pies if they're able to afford the stuff they can. I want to help you from the inside of the system and..."
"Let me guess. You want someone to remember all of this. Someone to remember Lex, me, Dasha, Ashley, everyone else?"
Alexis looks shocked at your on-the-spot assessment. You do remember a bit of what the Admiral said: The Head wants to archive everything notable it sees. "Yes."
[UNSTABLE RESOLVE] You smirk at her. "Well. Guess it's nice having another crazy on board. Welcome to the cl-"
"Shut up." She firmly (yet playfully) pushes you away. "Let's join the FEVER or whatever." It's blatantly obvious she's trying to stir the conversation away.
>+RISING CORPORATE STARLET TO ALEXIS!
You climb over the barrier with her right as the music begins to pick up again. You two desperately squirm through the crowd to meet up with your allies and: Woah. Yeah they've seen better days. All four of them have had their outfits ruffled up or even lightly torn up from the violent trance the crowd was in.
The weirder part is how <span class="mu-i">ecstatic</span> all of them look. Drool is dribbling down Wendy's chin, Dasha's eyes have glazed over completely, the faintest buzz can be heard around Quentin, and Ashley is still dancing to a beat that isn't even playing anymore.
Before you, Lex, and Alexis can even ask what's going on: The music starts up again.
The crowd of nameless punks and thugs begins to move with the rhythm and, as if a puppeteer was controlling your movements, you begin to move alongside them. Your other allies quickly fall back in line and as you dance with them, you can feel it rushing through your nervous system: Endorphins.
[ANOMALOUS ABILITIES] Even the strongest of wills can't resist it unless you block out the music. Go along with it.
You, in fact, do the opposite of 'resisting'. You instinctually perform moves that you realistically should not be able to do without any proper experience: Your body easily twists into off, jagged angles that would be insanely uncomfortable or flatout harmful. This may or may not have resulted in you rear kicking some random guy behind you SEVERAL times.
Yet despite how awkward looking and dangerous your body is moving, you can feel a LOT of eyes locking onto you from the various rebellious concert goers. Not of fear or anger but of, for a lack of a better term, respect? Pride? The music blaring in your ears is only getting louder and louder but you can make out what they're saying still.
"She's THAT attuned with the FEVER-"
