Event: Mirror Image

[trainmasters]

Who: everyone!
When: Day 19 evening and on
Where: outside

[As darkness falls in the jungle, an unusually chill breeze rustles through the trees. In its wake is silence, the purified fauna going quiet as if in dread.

Is it just you, or is the night darker tonight?

You may find the cause if you leave the train. Those who are caught alone outside will see the shadows grow suddenly long. The darkness coalesces into a vaguely human form, vague and faceless but radiating cold.

Before you can react the shadows surround you. Deep within, your most bitter, unpleasant feelings rise up in your chest. It's overwhelming, threatening to consume you, but just before it can it suddenly stops. The shadows recoil, dissipating into the jungle.

You're safe, but those negative feelings might be closer to the surface than usual.

Good luck, especially if you're one of the newbies just waking up.]

[NOTES: This event will OOCly end on Wednesday, but feel free to ICly push time forward as much as you like. There will be a followup post at that time, and you can schedule player-run trials any time after.

The emotional effect of this event can be as severe as you want. Your character could just be a bit grumpy, or they could find their emotions totally out of control. The effect lasts a couple of hours or until the character counters it with happier feelings.]

Comments

[bad_crowmance]

Neither can I!

[ It's unfortunate, but he really is confident in his looks. It's not as if he thinks he's the most handsome guy in the universe, but he doesn't need to be. ]

[voreaciously]

I like you best when you are screaming.

[bad_crowmance]

What a coincidence, I like it when you make me scream.

[ What's shame, can you eat it? ]

[voreaciously]

Is that so...?

[Her voice is faint, considering. Ah, there is so much more she could do.

But, even if he didn't seem done for a while, there are refractory periods to consider. The edges of her irritation are filed off by the afterglow, but still present nonetheless, and she goes back to resting her chin on folded arms, quite a departure from the menace she was moments ago.

She raises her fingers and twirls them and a pair of ballerinas made of water dance together on Crow's skin. Their steps dainty and leaving pinpricks of gentle chill in their wake.]

I will be borrowing you for a while, in that case.

[She isn't asking, this time. A rarity.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He hums an acknowledgement, shivering only momentarily as he watches the figures dance in delicate patterns along his flesh. ]

That sounds good to me.

[ He's really into this more forceful side of her. ]

[voreaciously]

Good.

[It's almost dismissive. It's not that she doesn't care about his opinion as much as she expects everything to come to be a foregone conclusion.

One of the dancers looks suspiciously like Elaine if you squint really, really hard. The other would be unfamiliar (but it's Maribel). After dancing together, Elaine breaks away only to be chased by Maribel.]

If you could have a threesomes with or without me, who would you choose?

[bad_crowmance]

[ It's an entire scene, how charming. ]

Eliza. [ There's no hesitation there. ] If it's with you, she'd be my first choice.

[voreaciously]

[She makes a soft noise of approval or agreement. It's difficult to tell but hardly matters.]

Miss Aberdeen is certainly lovely. And fascinating.

[bad_crowmance]

Yeah, pretty sure she could get like... most of the train if she was inclined.

[voreaciously]

This seems accurate. [A beat.] I miss women.

[Crow is great, he is fantastic and she could swallow and sit on his dick all day, but she likes breasts, too.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He is not even remotely offended. ]

Can't say I blame you! Women are pretty great.

[voreaciously]

They are. Alas. My options are limited.

[She sighs lightly.]

I suppose you will have to do.

[Considering that they have sex practically if not everyday and more than once, he is more than barely adequate, so.

Could it be?

Is she making a joke?]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He laughs, shaking his head. ]

I'll just have to work hard to make up for my shortcomings.

[ Like not being a woman.

He winks at her. ]

[voreaciously]

[He still has a nice laugh that she enjoys, damn him.]

See that you do. If you are good, I will be good in kind. If not. [She leans in close, wrapped in lust and danger as palpable as the cloth around her eyes.]

Well then...my handsome little bird, I do wonder what you would look like with your wings clipped, hm?

[bad_crowmance]

No one can keep my wings clipped. Buuuuuut...

[ He leans in, his voice husky. ]

You're welcome to try.

[voreaciously]

They do not need to remain that way. After all...

[She traces the lines of his face.]

that only means I can do it over and over and over again.

[bad_crowmance]

Like I said....

[ He murmurs the words against her lips. ]

You can try.

[ And he captures her lips with his. ]

[voreaciously]

[She indulges him for a moment. No, actually, she indulges herself, because this about her needs, her desires.

Her pace.

Her fingers slip into his hair and she pulls him roughly back, nipping harshly at his bottom lip. A punishment for thinking he could decide anything. A reward for being bold enough to try.]

I do not try. I succeed.

[In this, at least.

Her hips rock gently, an odd juxtaposition against her rough treatment. She is woefully underprepared for her ideal setup, however. Oh, how she would love to see him trussed up in silken ropes or ribbons. She has not done shibari for too long.

Oh well, it is something for next time.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ It seems like it's been long enough for him to recover because he's growing hard again from a mixture of the way she pulls at him and the way she moves against him. He makes a sound, something far from pained-- breathy and wanting. She's setting the pace and he's almost deliriously into it. ]