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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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It's definitely wisdom. I'm wise enough to know that no one is always right.

Oh, don't confuse me with facts.

[She starts to reach out to boop his nose and visibly catches herself. Stares at her hand. She's a touchy kind of person this is killing her.]

[ He notices the aborted move and decides to ignore it. ]

Excuse me, I wouldn't want to get in the way of your fantasy world.

I am literally a witch-queen of a cursed forest, I am already living in a novel.

[...She's not wrong!]

That doesn't refute my point.

Would you rather I be taking anything about today seriously?

[She's pretty sure you don't, friend.]

You're already being way too serious.

That's what I thought.

[Serenely.]

Now, then. How do you feel about tea?

Pretty positive. You gonna make some?

You can brew it with rose hips. Even if you'd had it before, straight from the garden's an experience everyone should try.

Besides, it's freezing, might as well drink something warm.

Yeah, my coat's not even doing a good job of keeping the cold out.

[ He shivers slightly. ]

Anyway, dunno if I've ever had it but I'm definitely interested in trying it.

I don't normally even get cold.

[SHE'S NOT LIKING IT EVEN A LITTLE. But she'll gather up some rose hips and start to head out.]

This whole thing looks nostalgic but it's worn out it's welcome fast.

I'd say that means it's not a natural chill.

Yes, but I'm not doing what I noticed makes it stop.

[Not with him, anyway, that'd be awkward even without the flower effects?]

Oh, what's that?

Contact.

Hmm, I'll pass for now. I know you'd rather get cuddly with your boy toy.

What does that even mean?

[WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING HIM THAT.]

Loosely, it means a guy you're banging.

...Rather more impersonal than the truth, isn't it?

Yeah but it's more fun to say.

What, just 'cause it rhymes?

[Well, yes, Naeva. But look, here's the dining car, she's finding a kettle and some cups and getting that brewing!

It'll smell amazing shortly.]

Well.... yeah.

[ But he sits down and breaths in the delicious scents as she brews. ]

...Kinda walked into that one, didn't I?

[I do not know how long or how to brew rose hip tea but naeva does, please pretend there is an informative bracket text here.

Anyway she'll pour it when it's done. Her manners and grace are impeccable, that's for certain.]

You definitely did.

[ When the tea is ready, he'll lift the cup up and blow lightly on the liquid before he takes a sip. ]

Mmm... tastes as good as it smells.

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