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auroraexpress2019-04-19 06:26 pm
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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Interesting atmosphere, isn't it?
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Not the word I would choose.
[But he already feels better with Rufus here.]
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It's cold, man. So Rufus is going to stand close. For some reason.]
Oh? What would you call it?
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Also pretty happy Rufus is standing close though.]
Trying too hard?
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That's interesting in its own way.
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[Mabye shuffling a little closer, Rufus is always a comforting presence.]
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[It's cooold!!]
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That would be ideal.
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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.
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Mm. It is cozy seeming.
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He sits on a couch, patting the spot next to him.]
Here. Sit.
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Your cabin really is comfortable. I'm somewhat envious.
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[Here just let him slide an arm around... There. A cuddle.
It's really awkward but it's happening.]
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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.
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[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?
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So it appears.
[He even scoots closer at the tug, sighing.]
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[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.
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It's even more complicated because he knows Rufus can feel what he does just as he can feel what Rufus does, is trying to understand the sadness without wanting to ask. If it's regret, he doesn't want his brother to feel that, but he's too awkward to know how to voice that.
He wraps his arms around Rufus after a moment, holding on tentatively. It does dispel the chill, and it feels warm in ways that hurt a little.]
I still smile plenty.
[Tiny guarded or shy smiles that are somewhat rare and very often brief, but it's not like he never smiles! Just not like he did as a child. But doesn't everyone grow up?]
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[And Rufus doesn't see that as "growing up". He sees it as Jusis getting hurt and ground down by the way they were raised. Weren't they both? Aren't they both strong just to be able to feel nice things even a little?]
...Let's sit this way a little while.
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