​   A dignified extrovert by the name of Jayne was a ​​deeply decorated leader in the densely populated "Total-System". As a regional leader she has become admired by all throughout the Quadz by how she spent her free time teaching and coaching life.  Jayne cared but grew weary. Fatigued, Jayne planned an escapade for two days straight. Starving by saving rations, while hiding her liquid passions, and storing all that she needed beneath and inside her mansion. For later. At night she read undetected knowing they've been tracing her every move for years. Texts of their Galaxy she resided in were stacked like bricks from her shoe closet to her room balcony for safe peregrination.  Jayne pondered heavily those two nights, making whole wholehearted choices of where and what life can be like living apart from the others by her definition of where she stands personally in that system regardless of her active achievements and responsibilities. Was it given to her or was it earned...
    Nearly a third of her daily routine required a lot of moving. The mobility required patients. Jayne also grew annoyed from all of the back-and-forth boarding. Besides weariness, fatigue, and rationally abstaining from nourishment; the young leader suffered migraines from her current state of mind and no stress relievers were allowed at all due to her tier rank.
Onboarding and deboarding, up, down, here, there, when and where?
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" The QuadruPlats " 
[A Planet System with 50 billion Square Miles of rock, gas, and ice, consisting of trillions of beautiful souls.] 
The Living Sphere: Ahshaleah, the tiniest of them all is a one ringed planet with a constitution of highly equitable standards whose atmosphere blended with the precious hues of the larger celestial bodies, blessing the inhabitants with enchanting dusks, aethereal Twilight'd nights, and glittery opalescent dawns.  Quite social, but only in the minds; yet filled with beauty, but only by the eyes.
The Ethical Sphere: Taoahoroa, a celestial body whose days and nights come quickly, not typically by our world's understanding. Taoahoroa is not habitable for daily life, and only the elite can stand a chance of the eight rotations based on Ahshaleah's day cycle.  Much pressure was bestowed upon all during season changes; thus, agricultural harvesting and technological maintenance was the way. ristine and revered many of the inhabitants including Jayne earned their rank there and lived by doing what needed to be done for the greater good of the idiosyncratic "Total-Society".
The N'nono Fog: Kriteryon, a gaseous ringed beauty with hypnotic swirls, where the beings of mischievous and malevolent ways go, suspended alone safely in the clouds from it all to cry, vent, and heal properly with therapeutical attention temporarily, and major support years after.  Jayne had been there and had not returned ever, mysteriously but true.
Designation Zones: where a few of the balanced moons & planetoids linger, entertainment exists. There was no fun of the flesh or the mind unless you were there. There was there. They thought here was where; until it was time to board, then here was a long and sorrow-filled stare, as new glares in line of sight, with cheerful stares, made the shrinking fun, chillingly bare. Densely populated, yet cognitively isolated in a shuttle chair. 
[Sooo, to conclude "where"...]
The QuadruPlats are all planets with populated planetoids, and moons. They orbit a star.  That leaves Scinobi-the-Grand; a remarkable colossus. A solid amethyst-colored chevron-patterned crystal, that ever reflects their star, fairly radiating the planetary cluster.  All revolve around Her, as she dances around the star. 
Quite stagnant, familiar, similar.
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