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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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See that you follow through with that.
[He isn't actually kicking Crow out though so it seems to be permission to stay, in an awkward Jusis way.]
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Yeah, yeah. I get the point.
[ He sounds amused. ]
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...
[But he'll flop over himself, it's late enough to rest now, and maybe company is something he really actually wants even if he's not saying so. He didn't remember Crow's death directly like Crow did but talking about it still brings up the raw feelings that haven't settled, even though Crow's right here.]
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I dunno about you, but I'm beat.
[ Crying really takes it out of you. So does trauma. ]
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[It feels weird and painful and happy and unsettling that's how it feels.]
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[That's sarcasm, you don't need his permission to sleep!]
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And it's not even lewd.]
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Maybe. ]
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