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Johnstone smiled.

Don't let him see it.

"I'm well enough," he told Victor.

Don't let him see it.

"Nice work back there, by the way." Pleasant small chat.

This is my deepest secret. Do not let him see it. Not even a glimmer. You are a happy man, right now, right here.

"Thanks," Johnstone told Victor. He rocked forward and back on his feet a bit, considering his words carefully.

Do not let him understand who or what you are. Do not let him begin to suspect that you are different than you seem.

"I don't suppose..." Johnstone paused, licking his lips uncomfortably. "I don't suppose you had a reason to take me aside?"

"Odd," Johnstone replied. "Something Unreal?"

Don't let him - wait.

Wait, does he know already?

Time to go, then. Rosetta briefly and perfunctorily thanked Anolani for her aid and good nature, made sure all her effects were with her, and vanished from the premises. In reality, there was little to do. She watched the various people interact with one another, but did not stop to chat with them. She had things to do, and besides, they made her nervous. As much confidence as she had given herself, she was still very clearly the omega, here, and there was little she could do to alter that.

Werebeasts were shock troops - a pack of twenty could disable, decimate, or eradicate a (unprepared) village of four hundred in roughly an hour, half an hour for the elite. The sheer animalism of a werebeast battlefront made the enemy side cower in fear, if not break and run. But in small groups? Without magic in a magical world, they were useless.

She needed someone to enchant her claws. Maybe she should have asked about that; she needed something, or else she was not only going to die quickly, but let down her crew mates. Both were unacceptable, so Rose quick-walked her way to her assigned dorm and began throwing together clothes and weaponry to pack. She needed to finish now so she could go fishing for an enchantment donor as soon as possible.

Victor was silent for a few seconds. "Hm. I guess so. Well, whatever. I'm going to go get ready and grab some sleep. See you in the morning."

He leaned back into the darkness at the edge of the streetlight. Johnstone realized that the Unified was slowing disappearing as Victor "fell" into the shadows with a slight nod.

Emerging in his room with a sigh, Victor fell onto his bed. He pulled his blindfold off, revealing thick and ugly scar tissue in a band across his eyes. He rubbed it tiredly before forcing himself to stand and begin packing. It was going to be a long night and morning.

Victor was the first to awaken; thankfully too. He hastily grabbed his blindfold from his waistband where he had tucked it last night while packing, and wrapped it around his eyes. He didn't want any of these people to see the scars. They weren't really the kind of people he wanted to be able to see his weakness.

"What's going on here," he murmured to himself, poking his head out of the (gray) door.

"And you're a d**k!" Victor called after Morgan, even as he ducked back into his own room. He located a gray door that was hard to see against the gray wall, but Victor opened it to find his closet stocked with a uniform as well. He ran his hands over the material - beautiful. If it was black, as Victor suspected it was, then he would look pretty damn good.

He slipped the uniform on and stepped into the hall, feeling refreshed. He headed into the common area that Morgan had gone into. Time to see what was going on.

"So," Victor said, "couple things. First and foremost, where are the drinks? Classy ship like this must have a lot in the way of refreshment. Secondly, someone want to finally brief me on what we're even doing?"