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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

[ruinatings]

[THANKS TO THE MIST as Rufus is trying to get to the lounge he's gone face first into some purple wisteria. He steps around it, shaking his head, and stumbles right into Jusis.

Hello.]

--Ah. Jusis.

[That was definitely graceful and intentional.]

[saddleclub]

[Reaches to steady his brother! Yes that was super graceful sure.]

Brother.

[ruinatings]

[thanks what a good bro]

Interesting atmosphere, isn't it?

[saddleclub]

[I'm the best brother you'll ever have except for Rean I guess.]

Not the word I would choose.

[But he already feels better with Rufus here.]

[ruinatings]

[If I count both Jusis and Rean as my brothers does that mean Jusis & Rean are also eachother's brothers???

It's cold, man. So Rufus is going to stand close. For some reason.]

Oh? What would you call it?

[saddleclub]

[No, because I don't have any weird complex about Rean's dad, just my own.

Also pretty happy Rufus is standing close though.]

Trying too hard?

[ruinatings]

[He's been getting used to physical contact lately.]

That's interesting in its own way.

[saddleclub]

Is it?

[ruinatings]

Of course. It's different from the usual, and it hasn't tried to kill us yet. Although that is also interesting...

[saddleclub]

What are you thinking?

[ruinatings]

Nothing really. Just that I prefer this to the killing, and yet I don't trust it at all.

[saddleclub]

Well I do understand both sentiments quite well.

[Mabye shuffling a little closer, Rufus is always a comforting presence.]

[ruinatings]

Of course. Shall we go find somewhere a little warmer?

[It's cooold!!]

[saddleclub]

[He's not sure it's a normal cold but. yes.]

That would be ideal.

[ruinatings]

[It may well not be, but he also just doesn't want to do anything embarrassing like the snuggling he has the urge for right here in the hall.

So instead he'll guide Jusis to Ginger where they can sit in the living room next to the fireplace.]

If anything natural will warm us, this should do it.

[saddleclub]

[Cuddle your brother you're the only one who can.]

Mm. It is cozy seeming.

[ruinatings]

[Once they're away from prying eyes!!

He sits on a couch, patting the spot next to him.]

Here. Sit.

[saddleclub]

[He... does. Sitting where Rufus pats on the couch as obediently and primly as he ever does when Rufus tells him to do anything.]

Your cabin really is comfortable. I'm somewhat envious.

[ruinatings]

It does make the situation somewhat less awful.

[Here just let him slide an arm around... There. A cuddle.

It's really awkward but it's happening.]

[saddleclub]

[That actually feels much warmer than the cozy fire, and even though he goes a little pink, it's just really welcome and nice in many ways, so he leans on his brother a little stiffly.

Of course that probably means Rufus can, because of the wisteria, feel the genuine warm happiness radiating off Jusis for the attention, even when his expression is as awkward as ever.]

I can't imagine you in Clover, certainly.

[ruinatings]

I'm sure I could've at least purchased suitable clothing. I could make anything work.

[saddleclub]

Your confidence is certainly inspiring.

[ruinatings]

Of course.

[And it's... pretty genuine. At least about his looks. Jusis can feel his fondness, though, as he tugs Jusis a little closer.]

We've been manipulated again, haven't we?

[saddleclub]

[It's embarrassing and nice and a little unsettling in that way where Jusis is always somewhat alarmed by things like this, like anyone would be. But it's not too much different from a combat link, a little deeper and more invasive but it's his brother so it's not like he's upset about it really.]

So it appears.

[He even scoots closer at the tug, sighing.]

[ruinatings]

Well, it isn't so bad this time.

[He drops his other arm around Jusis, pulling him into a proper cuddle as if Jusis is still a little kid. There's a twinge of sadness there, and nostalgia. He never held Jusis enough back then, did he? It probably would have done them both good.]

...You used to smile so much more easily, when you were small.