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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.]

Comments

[voreaciously]

In my experience, the flowers are seldom just flowers. They often cause some sort of effect.

[She looks up from her work to "stare" at Rean--she's not that impolite--but her fingers keep moving, twisting, weaving.]

[awakenerd]

What kind of effects?

[He's not unfamiliar with plants being strange sometimes but.]

[voreaciously]

Sharing memories or feelings, in recent memory. That sort of trite bonding intention.

[awakenerd]

Huh. Sounds handy actually.

[voreaciously]

It is despicable.

[awakenerd]

Why is that?

[voreaciously]

You cannot seriously be asking that.

[her voice is calm but like


really rean? really?]

[awakenerd]

You don't like bonding but isn't despicable a strong word? That's why we're here. To bond. I get that that's miserable for you, but... if they're just flowers can't they be avoided?

[voreaciously]

Ah yes, being forced to share deep secrets or very personal feelings without warning, knowledge, nor consent. I can scarcely think of better methods to grow attached to others.

[Her voice remains incredibly polite despite what is obviously sarcasm as deep as the marianas trench

she finishes a crown and starts another.]

[awakenerd]

[???

He's never had a status effect before be kind he doesn't know how it works.]

Well of course if it's without consent that would suck.

[voreaciously]

Hence why it is despicable.

[awakenerd]

They're not avoidable? Won't that just make people feel worse?

[voreaciously]

Sometimes, they can be avoided. It is not possible to know there will be side effects until they occur and so it seems unreasonable to ask someone to avoid every instance of beauty in this barren place out of suspicion, but it may be necessary.

[awakenerd]

[Sitting across from her.]

No. I think you have it right. Beauty like this is worth the risk.

[voreaciously]

[don't agree with her rean!!!!!!!!!!11

but she stares at him as he sits, though she doesn't say anything against it.]

Certainly, have a seat.

[awakenerd]

Sorry. I just kind of invited myself huh?

[voreaciously]

You may do as you like, ill-mannered or otherwise. I only question the wisdom of spending your time in my presence.

[awakenerd]

Ouch. I don't know which of us should be wincing worse.

[voreaciously]

[???]

Why would either of us be doing so?

[she thinks so little of her own company lol]

[awakenerd]

Because you're implying you're no fun to hang out with. At least keep the burns to others, self-burns are just painful.

[voreaciously]

...Because I am not remotely fun, Instructor.

[awakenerd]

I think you are when you want to be. I know I'm not someone you care to be fun with but I've definitely seen it.

[voreaciously]

I will say again: I am not remotely entertaining, interesting, nor fun. Tools do not need to be such things.

[awakenerd]

But you're a person. With your own thoughts and ferlings.

[voreaciously]

[A noise escapes her throat before she cuts it off.]

I am afraid you are heartily mistaken on every front, Instructor. I exist to be used and to succeed. If I cannot fulfill that, then my existence holds no meaning, no better than garbage.