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[trainmasters]

Who: newbies + you
When: Day 22, evening
Where: around

[This evening, out of nowhere, Hazel's carriage disappears. There's a shower of sparkles, a bright light, and after that... it's gone. Anyone who was in its hallway is now in the Garden entrance. The Garden car itself is now hooked to Clover's carriage, as if it had aways been and Hazel was never real. Clover itself is currently bare as well -- the lock screen is dull, completely turned off, and there are no lights inside. No one is there, now, but at least the space remains.

In some carriages, that loss of vibrancy is countered by the appearance of some new heroes. In general, the gloomy mood throughout the train is only heightened by the onset of a heavy storm. Outside there's a crack of thunder that rattles the train, and it begins to pour so hard the edge of the clearing is barely visible through the windows.

The rain, the thunder, and the strobe-light effect of constant lightning will continue til dawn.]

Comments

Senna, and later elsewhere

[unrepairable]

[ some... time after the reverberating voice of doom rudely wakes everyone up, a new member steps out of one of the rooms in Senna cabin. ]

"Saving the universe", huh.... [ the impeccable young man mutters as his eyes scan the cabin. even though he's clearly just woken up for the first time on this train, he's already perfectly dressed in the Senna uniform. Sans the jacket, that seemed a bit much for first impressions.

in one hand is a sword still nestled in its scabbard, and in his other is the phone that he just finished reading all the information he could on... which might explain his relatively calm, if not troubled, demeanor. ]

Excuse me if I'm wrong, but. [ to the nearest person he sees ] Is this some kind of elaborate prank?


[LATER OUTSIDE SENNA]

[ he's likely been told this is not a prank. which leaves him in a slightly more troubled state than before. the only thing he can do for now... is reconnaissance. ]

Ugh... [ when he thinks no one is around to hear... he just starts whine, ]

This is the worst... why am I the only one here? Scouting really isn't my thing...

[desirestruth]

I'm afraid it isn't.

[She's sitting there. impeccably dressed herself. Drinking tea.]

You've just arrived, I take it?

[unrepairable]

[ ...... well, at least there's a cute girl here--

ah no. he can't think about that when there's clearly a huge problem here. ]

No, you see... if this isn't a prank then that means the Saniwa must have failed. [ so it has to be a prank. ]

[desirestruth]

I don't think it's a matter of whether or not they failed, so much as they were interrupted.

[She is pouring him a cup of tea.]

[unrepairable]

I wasn't the only one recovered, right? What about the Saniwa, where did she go? [ he's supposed to be operating under discrepancy so as to avoid changing history, but...

to be honest. he really doesn't like this. so screw that.

also screw your tea. ]

I can't be the only one who appeared here!

[desirestruth]

From your own world? It's probable that you are.

[Her eyes narrow, sharply, and her tone of voice grows sharper.]

Calm down. They can be saved, but not if you panic.

[unrepairable]

[ it's subtle, but he jolts back at the sharpness in her tone. and goes quiet for a moment. ah... ]

....... you're right. I apologize, ma'am. [ calm down.. calm down.... ]

Then... how are we to save them?

[desirestruth]

[She does note it, but she's used to people jumping into line for her, too...]

We've been told that the strength of our bonds with each other can become energy that will restore the lost stars.

[she sighs, a little.]

Which isn't to say there's no danger...though I believe I might recommend you speak to Miss Eliza. If she teaches you, it also generates that energy, and she's very knowledgeable.

But, before that...what is your name?

[unrepairable]

[ his shoulders sink somewhat as she instructs him to 'speak to miss eliza'. but whatever dissatisfaction he has with this plan he keeps to himself otherwise. ]

Kashuu Kiyomi-- [ god he has to stop responding with his full name. but he already told the other girl, ] Kiyomitsu.

If you don't mind my jumping ahead, where am I supposed to find this Eliza-san?

[bowtiedbones]

[fancy dress is for Sennas and not Thymes who spend their hard-earned points on t-shirts and athletic shorts.

the shirt has a sabretooth skull and says 'I LIKE YOUR SMILE' on it, it's great]

Oh! You're new.

[unrepairable]

[ .. .. well everyone has their own taste. ]

So I'm told. ... and you are?

[bowtiedbones]

I'm Eliza. I'm super not new and it's my team's job to explain things soooo, hi!

[unrepairable]

[ oh thank god you're going to make his job so much easier-- ]

Your team's job? A division? Who's your commander?

[bowtiedbones]

Oh! Thyme doesn't really have a leader, we're too small to need something like that.

[unrepairable]

... you don't have a leader. [ strike making his job easier ]

This place is a mess... how do I get ahold of whoever is running this operation?

[bowtiedbones]

If you send a message to the Construct, sometimes the Prince will see it.

[unrepairable]

"Sometimes the Prince will see it"? Then it's not guaranteed? How do you get anything done around here?

[unaffective]

[ once he makes his way into senna's dining area he'll probably see her - wearing senna's colors, at least, with an apron tied over her waist, hair pulled up, hard at work cooking.

something. it smells like curry. ]

Regretfully - I must concede that isn't the case.

[unrepairable]

That's what the other girl said. [ he doesn't like it. it hasn't fully sunk in yet, either.

and the smell of curry is distracting. ]

You're cooking at a time like this?

[unaffective]

[ without looking up from the pot, seemingly just checking up on the ingredients, ]

Of course. Dinner is most appropriately consumed during the evenings, is it not?

[unrepairable]

No, I mean- - I guess you're right but --

Isn't this a crisis?

[unaffective]

Hm?

[ sitting down in one of the dining chairs ]

Ah - to some degree, certainly... as you've gleaned, however, there is little to be done for the matter at this juncture, save for acquainting ourselves, or else intimation of some sort... bonding, rather, I suppose.

What is your name?

[unrepairable]

- bonding? [ inti.. intimation? ... miss are we just leaving it at that. miss? ?? ]

Ah-- it's Kashuu Kiyomitsu, child of- [ stops. ... bad habits. ] You can call me Kiyomitsu.

If you don't mind, could you go back to that "bonding" part? What exactly do you mean by that?

[unaffective]

... Kashuu Kiyomitsu?

[ there is some definite

recognition in her tone ]

That was... ah, rather - was that not the name ascribed to the second of Okita Souji's swords...?

[unrepairable]

[ -- abORT THE TIME POLICE ARE GOING TO GET HIM NOW ]

It's a nickname!! [ voice crack, ]