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hot_mess_express) wrote in
auroraexpress2019-04-19 06:26 pm
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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.]
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:
Wisteria:
Moonflowers:
By morning the mist and flowers will vanish.]

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Right, I remember you mentioned that there was a difference when I first showed up here. ...I met Randy briefly around then, actually. Though I doubt either of us realized we were from the same place.
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Apparently Randy becomes a comrade, but... that's after where I recall things.
[So long after Crow's dead.]
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I don't earn back tokens, and my body is still the same as I remember, without the extra age or whatever may have changed in that time.
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[So he doesn't dwell on it.]
At least I remember my whole past, which is better than many.
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Not dwelling's definitely for the best, especially if you can't change it.
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[ The words come out pretty cheerfully and he takes a sip of his tea. ]
I've actually got... five memory tokens ready to go, I've just been holding off for a convenient time to take them.
[ That time is not right now. ]
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It's like... being back in that moment. Reliving every sound, sight, touch. Thought. The present fades away, that is your present. And then you open your eyes and you're back where you were and the memory's faded into the back of your mind, as if it was always there but you know it wasn't.
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Honestly... yeah, a little. But given my choices, I'll take it.
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[He doesn't see you making bonds that much?]
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You get sparks for getting laid!
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...Nah. He'll keep that close to himself. He's going to want to keep those emotional walls up when he's recovered a little more from this shock, after all. ]
Well if you're fine with yourself, that's really the most important part.
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If there's anyone who's good at not caring what people think it's certainly you.
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I care very much about what I think. As for everyone else, screw 'em. If I care too much what everyone else thinks, I'll end up pleasing no one.
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