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The City Never Sleeps
May
show me how to lay my sword down (Jyn: walking east)
test drive meme (Murderbot)
crash sites keep me up at night (Jyn: nightmares/shopping)
we are the next time 'round (Jyn: first day/bonfire/facts)
like a row of captured ghosts over old, dead grass (Jyn: arrival)
. here comes the beekeeper . she'll put us all to sleep . (debut)
OOC intro
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The City: email, phys. mail

[Physical mail goes to his official address at 10-C Candlewood Apartments
(which he periodically picks up from his real home, [REDACTED]the Millennium Falcon).

Email goes to "candor".]

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The City: voicemail, texts

[He only turns the ~~comm~~ phone on when he's apart from Jyn. Otherwise, the recording:]

Go for… Andor.

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The City posts

[To be linked to the game comm]

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Library

War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.
Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.
It must often be so… when things are in danger: some one has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them.
It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.
Torment in the dark was the danger that I feared, and it did not hold me back. But I would have never come, had I know the danger of light and joy.
It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till. What weather they shall have is not ours to rule.
“'But it does not seem that I can trust anyone…' … 'You can trust us to stick with you through thick and thin—to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours—closer than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends.'”
J. R. R. Tolkien

A fire-eater must eat fire even if he has to kindle it himself.
Never let your sense of morals prevent you from doing what is right.
Any planet is 'Earth' to those that live on it.
Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.
If knowledge can create problems, it is not through ignorance that we can solve them.
It is the obvious which is so difficult to see most of the time. People say 'It's as plain as the nose on your face.' But how much of the nose on your face can you see, unless someone holds a mirror up to you?
Isaac Asimov

They held each other close and turned their backs upon the end,
The hills that split asunder and the black that ate the skies,
The flames that shot so high and hot that even dragons burned
Would never be the final sights that fell upon their eyes.
A fly upon a wall, the waves the sea wind whipped and churned —
The city of a thousand years and all that men had learned;
The Doom consumed it all alike, and neither of them turned.
George R. R. Martin

If you don't want to be noticed, you don't use a Star Destroyer.
Without trust, there can be no genuine peace. Neither in politics, nor in the quiet individuality of the heart and spirit.
Governments and entire planets are important… But when you sift everything down, they're all just made of people.
Still, even when false, legends can be most informative.
Failure to act always brings consequences.
…the best path didn’t have to be quick as long as it was correct.
History is on the move… Those who cannot keep up will be left behind, to watch from a distance.
Timothy Zahn

That hurts—the mirror hurts.
Diego Luna (on Cassian and Jyn)

They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
F. Scott Fitzgerald

…the first rule of the fanatic: when you become obsessed with the enemy, you become the enemy.
No one knows what is written in the stream [of Time] until the waters surround him.
You should never hand someone a gun unless you're sure where they'll point it.
The third principle of sentient life is the capacity for self-sacrifice. The conscious ability to override evolution and self-preservation for a cause, a friend, a loved one.
We are grey. We stand between the darkness and the light.
Babylon 5

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
Wm. Shakespeare

When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.

…

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.

We are the mirror as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste this minute of eternity.
We are pain and what cures pain, both.
…

I want to hold you close like a lute,
so we can cry out with loving.

You would rather throw stones at a mirror?
I am your mirror, and here are the stones.
We are the night ocean filled
with glints of light. We are the space
between the fish and the moon,
while we sit here together.
Rūmī (translation Coleman Barks)

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Vienna Teng:

Detect my sudden existence on your sonar; feel the echo;
Electrify the Resistance in your broken heart and burn it up. Oh,
we're gonna photosynthesize and drink up the sunrise.
Let me uncover the silver in your dark hair, the weight of your bones.
I want to witness the beauty of your repair, the shape you've grown,
for you are made of nebulas and novas and night skies.
You're made of memories you bury or live by.
Some nights we open up the flood and some nights we are lost
and some nights we're choking on the words but some we light on fire.
If you're out there in the cold, I'll cover you in moonlight.
If you're a stranger to your soul, I'll bring you to your birthright.
I want the storm inside you awoken now. I want your warm bright eyes
to come back to me and hold on to me. You know that I won't lie.
Don't ever look away. Don't you ever look away.

Dar Williams:

"Who's afraid of the sun? Who would question the goodness of the mighty—
we who banish the threat when your little ones all go nighty-nighty?
Well, there's no time for doubt right now and less time to explain,
so get back on your horses, kiss my ring, and join our next campaign."
And the Empire grows with the news that we're winning,
with more fear to conquer and more gold thread for spinning,
bright as the sun shining on everyone.
"Some would say that we forced our words, and we find that ingenuously churlish.
Words are just words. Don't be so pessimistic, weak, and girlish.
We like strong, happy people who don't think there's something wrong with pride.
Work makes them free and we spread that freedom far and wide."
And the Empire sows the seeds of its glory.
"For every five tanks, plant a sentimental story 'til they worship the sun—even Christ-loving ones;
and we'll kill the terrorizers and a million other races,
but when our people torture you, that's a few random cases.
Don't question the sun. It doesn't help anyone."
But the journalist cried out when it was too late to stop us.
Everyone had awakened to the dream they could enter our colossus.
"Now I'm right. Yeah, you said I'm right. There's nothing that can harm me
'cause the sun never sets on my dungeons or my army."
And the Empire fell on its own splintered axis
and the Emperor wanes as the silver moon waxes
and the farmers will find gold coins in their strawberry fields,
while somebody somewhere twists their ring and someone kneels.
Oh, where is the sun shining for everyone?
Where is the sun shining for everyone?

Dessa:

Here comes the beekeeper with her pitcher full of smoke.
She'll put us all to sleep. I hope it's dreamless and it's deep.
Sweet Prometheus, come home; they took away our fire
and all that scarcity promotes is desperate men and tyrants.
The surgeon and farmer meet and each greets the other with a bow.
They're kindred instruments, you know: the scalpel and the plough;
and in the shadow of the mountain, we work when work abounds,
and we wear out all our prayers when the work runs out.
What fine design—what hands, what minds;
the envy of Eden: our tools and our reason.
It's clear in the animals' eyes.
We stand upright; build fires at night;
we're made on the sixth day to rest on the seventh
and now we just try to survive.

I learned how to paint my face, how to earn my keep, how to clean my kill.
Some nights I still can't sleep. The past rolls back; I can see us, still.
You learned how to hold your own, how to stack your stones, but the history's thick.
Children aren't as simple as we'd like to think.

Happy Rhodes:

Mine are like the wings of a butterfly—a dusty pair, so don't you touch them or I'll never fly anywhere.
Ever see the wings of a dragonfly? Paper-thin and cellophane and quickly broken like the will to live for a mind in pain.
I cannot change what is and I cannot make it die, but I can love with all my heart the wretches gone awry.
(And the wretches have gone awry. I saw them walk on by.)
You know I can be rid of my time and the moon will always shine 'cause he knows I need him to walk this vile and crooked line.
You can own all the light in the world and still be blind, and lie and hide away from the people in the world and still be kind.
I cannot change what is and I cannot make it die, but I can love with all my heart the wretches gone awry.
(And the wretches have gone awry. I saw them walk on by.)
All I ask is you let me be to live like I do. I'll never be bold but someday I will pass on through.
You can pull the wings from a dragonfly and you can kill the flight of a butterfly but you can't harm me for I live with the freedom to decide.
You cannot change what is and you cannot make it die, but you can love with all your heart the wretches gone awry.
(And the wretches have gone awry. I saw them walk on by.)

Luis Fonsi, Juan Luis Guerra:

Mi corazón te abrí | (My heart opened to you)
desde entonces llevo el cielo dentro de mí | (since then, I have the sky within me)

John Cameron Mitchell:

The last time I saw you, we had just split in two. You were looking at me; I was looking at you. You had a way so familiar but I could not recognize 'cause you had blood on your face and I had blood in my eyes, but I could swear by your expression that the pain down in your soul was the same as the pain down in mine; it's the pain cuts a straight line down through the heart. We call it love—so we wrapped our arms around each other, tried to shove ourselves back together. We were making love. It was a cold, dark evening such a long time ago when by the mighty hand of Jove—it was a sad story how we became lonely two-legged creatures. The story of the origin of love.

Kitt/Yorkey:

I am the one who knows you. I am the one you fear. I am the one who's always been here. I am the one who'll hear you. I know you told her that I'm not worth a damn, but I know you know who I am.
'Cause I'm holding on and I won't let go. I want you to know:
I am the one who held you. I am the one who cried. I am the one who watched while you died. I am the one who loved you. I tried pretending that I don't give a damn, but you've always known who I am.

Sara Bareilles:

It's like I'm standing on the edge of just a telephone wire trying to get to you first to say the world's on fire; holding my breath until I know you're all right because the water will only rise. When will you realize you must become an island? You must become an island and see for yourself, that's what I am.

You tried to bury me
You didn't know I was a seed