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Who: Everyone
When: Day 20, evening
Where: The train and surrounding terrain

[So after all the earlier excitement.... dramatic organ music starts to play through the cars. There's no obvious source. It's just... There? All around you for a while, before fading.

Of course before the music fades there's more things going on. A mist seeps up from the earth outside the train and within the train simply seems to form like it's produced by invisible fog machines. As the mist grows into a thick fog, you can hear eerie noises. Distant wolf howls, the screech of a fox that sounds like human screaming, owls hooting hauntingly, the leathery flap of bat wings, and other, less identifiable noises of the night, strange and otherworldly.

If you go out in it, breathe it in, the mist will chill you. Make you desire... Touch.

The need to hold another person is an almost growing compulsion, but it can be fought.

However things that are harder to avoid are the flowers, night blooming wisteria in white and purple seems to have grown from nowhere in the train cars, hanging down to brush the heads of passengers with sweet scented blossoms, and the floors of the train and ground around it have become endless beds of gently glowing moonflowers.

The only places the fog and flowers don't reach are team cabins.

Effects:

Mist:

Cold that cannot be dispelled without touch, a desire to touch others.

Wisteria:

Purple blossoms cause an empathetic bond with the next person you touch.

White blossoms cause arousal and a mild to powerful aphrodisiac effect.

Moonflowers:

Share memories or thoughts with the next person you touch.

By morning the mist and flowers will vanish.]

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Can you honestly tell me you did nothing wrong, Crow?

[AND NOW THE FINAL ATTACK: FURIOUSLY MUSSING HIS HAIR.]

Edited (wait she doesn't know his last name) 2019-04-20 06:21 (UTC)

I'm innocent! Innocent, I tell you!! Watch the hair, dammit!

[ Though if he were really, genuinely upset he could attack her so that's something. ]

I can smell your sins!

[...Well in one sense she really can. But she'll continue the noogie for another good couple minutes before unceremoniously releasing him.]

[ He's going to flop to the ground and pull off his headband to fingercomb his hair. ]

Damn, what are you, some kind of she-devil?

[ He's sulking theatrically. ]

Most of the people I knew before seemed to think so.

[Her mom is the Great Satan basically so. Kinda???]

What, can't take someone else ruffling your feathers, Crow?

Not when it's my hair, no. My hair never did anything wrong.

Your hair's fine, you big baby.

[She has thick, ass-length wavy hair she has no sympathy for the care of your mullet.]

No thanks to you.

[ He's satisfied enough with the fingercombing to put the headband back on. ]

You're sulkier than a wet cat, I swear.

Maybe don't go dunking cats in water, then.

[ This metaphor is already getting away from them. He stands up again and stretches before tucking his hands behind his head. ]

So anyway, does that mean you'd rather have not known at all?

I think there's a range of options between 'not knowing' and 'whispering the things I say during coitus back to me, in my ear', Crow.

I picked the best option, obviously!

You didn't have to get that close, my hearing's much sharper than yours.

[...Oh, fair point.]

You know I did that so I'd only embarrass you, right? Didn't think you'd want other people knowing!

Yes, but from that close it's a little overwhelming.

Noted! I'll remember that for next time.

I really hope there isn't a next time.

[You know there's going to be a next time there's moonflowers everywhere.]

Not these exact circumstances, maybe. But next time I need to whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

[ Did he have to put it like that???? ]

And here I thought you were going to stop flirting with taken women.

[Crow why are you like this.]

It's not like I'm gonna do anything.

Just get me and anyone else you can as flustered as possible at every opportunity?

Exactly!

[ He's not even sorry. ]

[She sighs, and shifts her stance to put the basket down, tipping it to spill the wisteria out. She has to put the moonflowers back in...let's hope neither of them bumps into each other.]

You really were born without shame. Amazing. A medical marvel.

Thank you, thank you. I think I'm pretty amazing too.

Well, we'll certainly never need to worry about you having a low self-esteem.

[She's going to heft the basket to head in with it, gesturing for him to follow if he wants to keep talking. Also because it's fuckin' freezing outside.]