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[hot_mess_express]

Who: anyone
When: day 29 all day
Where: wherever!

[Mingle, look at memories, run amok, whatever.

Or, you know, there's morning glories blooming all around the train today. Mostly white but with a few brilliant crimson flowers (do morning glories come in that color?), all of them smell sweet and lovely, though the red ones smell a bit like... cinnamon? They're also blooming all day, which is weird.

The scent wafts pleasantly through the train through the morning. The sweet scent brings the urge to be honest and express your emotions freely. The more spiced scent... might make you randy? No not the tall redhead. The other kind.

In either case neither effect is generally overwhelming, and can in most cases be overcome, if you happen to notice you're under any influence in the first place. The effects are subtle enough.

In the afternoon a light rain will crush the flowers, making the scents heavier, and the effects stronger for a few hours, before it all clears up in the evening.]

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[awakenerd]

[Well in the morning... this guy is in licorice. Hi licorice. Make of that what you will.

Later in the morning Randy will get a text asking if he's available and in the afternoon Rean will be out examining the flowers.]

[crimeson]

Yeah. Should we meet up?

[awakenerd]

[He could have just telepathied this but a text seems less invasive.]

I'd like to if you have time.

[crimeson]

[thanks babe]

I do. Where to?

[awakenerd]

[Sometimes a voice in your head isn't what you want okay he knows.]

Would the garden work?

[crimeson]

Works just fine. I'll be there in a few.

[awakenerd]

[Rean will be there! Hanging out with plants. He's had time to think but he hasn't really sounded his thoughts out to anyone, like he'd normally want to.]

[crimeson]

[Randy ambles right on up without pretense.]

Hey.

[awakenerd]

[He already knew the moment Randy was close but he looks up with a smile at the greeting.]

Hey. How're you doing?

[crimeson]

Pretty good, pretty good.

[you know, his default reaction without taking actual circumstances into account. settling by Rean, though.]

[luckyheart]

[Absolutely immediately upon seeing Rean in the morning:]

Oooh, someone's been bonding! ♡

[awakenerd]

...?

[Oh, he means THAT. Should he bother correcting the misconception or just accept it?]

... Good morning to you too.

[bad_crowmance]

[ In the morning, Crow wakes up draped on Rean comfortably. He's drowzy, it'll probably take him a minute or two to actually wake up properly and get his bearings. ]

[awakenerd]

[Rean doesn't sleep unless absolutely out of energy but he does doze. He's awake as Crow wakes though, smiling at him when he gets his bearings.]

Morning.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He blinks owlishly at Rean for a moment before yawning. ]

's it morning already?

[awakenerd]

It's been morning for a while actually.

[bad_crowmance]

Oh yeah?

[ He sits up, running his hands through his still bandanna-less hair. ]

What time is it?

[awakenerd]

Around eight I think.

[Soooo late. It's been productive morning hours for hours!!

Also wow what cute bedhead.]

[bad_crowmance]

So it's still really early!

[ There are two types of people. Also don't call him out on the bedhead, it'll make the bandanna go back on faster. ]

[awakenerd]

[He reaches up to fluff Crow's hair.]

From my perspective half the morning is gone you know.

[nihilmancy]

[Oh, hello visitor???]

Ah, um, good morning!

[awakenerd]

Good morning. Want pancakes?

[nihilmancy]

Yes, please. [Man, why can't she get consistently laid and served pancakes.]

[awakenerd]

[He didn't even sleep with Crow!!]

Coming right up. Do you like blueberries?

[nihilmancy]

Yes, please.