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[hot_mess_express]

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.]

Comments

[saddleclub]

What's it like, regaining memories like that?

[bad_crowmance]

[ He's quiet for a moment while he thinks of the words to describe it. ]

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.

[saddleclub]

That sounds exceedingly disorienting

[bad_crowmance]

[ He shrugs slightly. ]

Honestly... yeah, a little. But given my choices, I'll take it.

[saddleclub]

... yes. I suppose I would as well.

[bad_crowmance]

I've got some pretty good systems set up for getting sparks so at least I'm gonna be able to get them back at a decent speed.

[saddleclub]

What systems?

[He doesn't see you making bonds that much?]

[bad_crowmance]

[ For the first time since they came into Jusis' room, Crow looks genuinely cheerful. ]

You get sparks for getting laid!

[saddleclub]

... That was something I really didn't need to know.

[bad_crowmance]

Sure you did! It's not like I'm telling you who they are, but this is definitely something you might need to know in case you get swept off your feet someday.

[saddleclub]

... That's not going to happen. Even you don't like me that much, what do you think the odds of anyone else standing my personality are?

[bad_crowmance]

....You know, you're not actually that bad when people get to know you a little better. I'm sure there's someone willing to crack past that Ice Prince exterior to see the guy underneath.

[saddleclub]

I don't need reassurance, I'm fine with myself the way I am, and I've never cared to be popular. But thank you all the same, for the sentiment, I suppose.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Does he want to correct Jusis and explain he was trying to express that he does actually like him a little better now?

...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.

[saddleclub]

[He's already taken the "you're not that bad" as a compliment, it's just embarrassing.]

If there's anyone who's good at not caring what people think it's certainly you.

[bad_crowmance]

[ That's fair enough, especially when you're bad at receiving compliments. ]

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.

[saddleclub]

You should care a little about what one or two people think at least, you know.

Even I give my friend's and brother's opinions weight.

[Which means when it's serious he'd listen to Crow too.]

[bad_crowmance]

I'll take that into consideration.

[ No, He Won't. ]

[saddleclub]

No you won't.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Pffft. ]

No, I won't.

[saddleclub]

You're such a pain.

[bad_crowmance]

I wouldn't have me any other way.

[ Well. Maybe with his memories back, but other than that. ]

[saddleclub]

Hmph. I suppose your unique personality has its own good points. Sometimes.

[bad_crowmance]

I'd say all the time, but I may be biased.

[saddleclub]

Perhaps.