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[desirestruth]

Who: you. Right there.
When: Day 24, Noon-ish
Where: the happy funtimes express

[Right, so. Yesterday was a Lot for several of us! There was a trial, some of us have more tokens to use, we’re all hurtling towards a possibly inescapable doom, it’s great.

But instead of focusing on that! Today in the lounge, one can Lucien and Naeva with a basket full of paper flower charms, made so you can hang them on your wrist or in your hair. The flowers are...well, Naeva’s doing her best to make them, and she bought a great deal of pretty origami paper for this.

Of course, when you take one, there’s affirmations attached to them. And the large princely Licorice may give you one directly. Such are the wonders of life on the Fun Train.

You may also just choose to mingle about the train, whatever, live freely.]

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[bad_crowmance]

[ At some point in the lounge, Crow takes two of his recently earned memory tokens. [TOCS1 SPOILERS!!] Neither of the two memories that play on the screen have any obvious indicators of whose memory it is-- they both feature two men, one who definitely isn't on board the train currently and a masked man with no visible signs of his identity.

He lets those memories play out and sits contemplatively for a moment before he cracks his knuckles and heads to check out the paper flower charms. ]

[awakenerd]

[Rean has put flowers in his hair though he did stop to watch... those... they itch with familiarity but he doesn't remember.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow would apologize for the uncomfortable memory itch but he's not sorry he took them, so it would be meaningless-- if he even knew Rean was registering the familiarity of them. ]

Flowers in your hair, huh?

[awakenerd]

Want me to hang some in yours?

[bad_crowmance]

Sure, why not?

[ He pauses and then adds-- ]

By the way, how are your emotions doing? Those back to normal yet?

[awakenerd]

Yeah.

[He picks out a blue paper flower and sticks it in Crow's hair.]

Thanks for looking after me.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He sees the colour and grins. ]

My favourite colour. --And don't worry about it. What are friends for, right?

[awakenerd]

Is it?

[He just picked it on instinct, but his fingers linger in Crow's hair a moment, adjusting it.]

I've got myself a good one already it seems. I'm lucky.

[bad_crowmance]

[ A number of cheesey lines pop into Crow's head but he ruthlessly crushes them all down, instead opting to hum lightly. ]

Guess they're living up to their name. Got any plans for that luck?

[awakenerd]

[Unaware of Crow's restraint!]

Not at the moment.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He's lucky, some of those cheesey lines were pretty bad. ]

You should think about it, capitalize on good luck while you can.

[ Says the gambling addict. ]

These flowers are pretty interesting, I wonder how they're made.

[awakenerd]

Hm, want to make a few?

[bad_crowmance]

Sure. You know how to make 'em?

[desirestruth]

[There's a lot to unpack here but the most important thing is--]

That's how you make nicknames?!

[SHE THOUGHT N WAS JUST BECAUSE HE WAS ON THE SPOT.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ NO, HE'S JUST VERY BAD AT THIS ONE PARTICULAR THING. ]

Yeah, what about it?

[ He sees no problem here?? ]

[desirestruth]

The first initial of your name? As though no one's ever going to names that start with the same letter?

[CROW GET IT TOGETHER.]

[bad_crowmance]

It worked out just fine, I don't see the problem here.

[desirestruth]

I thought you had more imagination than that! At least put some effort into it!

[bad_crowmance]

It's simple, it's easy to remember, it's efficient.

[desirestruth]

It's boring.

[Why are they on these sides of this argument.]

[bad_crowmance]

Would you rather something like "The Obnoxious Miss N"?

[desirestruth]

In the first place, why give me a codename that easily identifies me, Crow? Something like calling you a 'Stray Cat' would be more appropriate.

[bad_crowmance]

Alright, Jackal Queen, but I still maintain there was nothing wrong with those codenames.

[desirestruth]

Can we not remind people I'm a monarch, Crow?

[Pls. SHe does sigh though.]

No accounting for taste, I guess. Not like you could change them here.

[bad_crowmance]

Sorry, Your Highness.

[ He couldn't resist. ]

I wouldn't change 'em anyway.