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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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[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.]
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[ But he sits down and breaths in the delicious scents as she brews. ]
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[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.]
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[ 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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[She'll sip the tea without waiting. The temperature doesn't really bother her, and she's so cold so she's honestly enjoying how hot it is.]
Though the credit mostly goes to the flowers themselves.
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[ He takes another sip of the tea. ]
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[You're an incorrigible flirt, sir, usually not a thing that goes in hand with being genuine about it.]
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[ He says it cheerfully, in a tone one might even think is oblivious to any consideration that he wouldn't be sincere. ]
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How gracious of you, then.
[She does mean that, too, even if it's a phrase that naturally sounds sarcastic.]
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[you know the phrase 'playboy' but not 'boytoy', naeva?]
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[ He sounds extremely amused. ]
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[She refuses to be shamed for this.]
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[It's possible her brother really never was that much of a manslut and she picked up bad language elsewhere. It's also probable she'll never tell crow this, because even displaced from a destroyed universe, she's morally obligated to dunk on her twin at every opportunity.]
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I'm still surprised you never heard the term. Buuut it is what it is.
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I don't think you really understand the kind of life I've had to lead...when I said I never left the forest before the engagement, I meant literally never.
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