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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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HIIIIIIIIIIIII

[voreaciously]

[she isn't sure why Her Majesty is bothering.]

Yes, well, considering the occasion previous, it seems apt.

[She does not stiffen nor sound tense, but it is very, very slightly colder. Not windy, the ambient temperature has maybe just dropped a bit. not easy to notice.]

[desirestruth]

Which is why, you may notice, I am over here.

[The cold goes unnoticed to Naeva. She's no good with heat, but cold has never bothered her, as far as she can remember.

But she'll still set down to pick a few. Carefully excavate some by the roots, to transplant. Several feet from amane. Not even close enough for an accident.]

[voreaciously]

I can see that.

[says the blindfolded lady.]

[desirestruth]

...You don't use your eyes to do so, do you?

[THIS HAS BEEN DRIVING HER NUTS.]

[voreaciously]

I wonder.

[being a bit more honest isn't gonna stop her from being a lil shit sometimes sorry naeva]

[desirestruth]

No, you don't.

[:T Just say you don't want to answer gosh!!!]

[voreaciously]

A lady should have some mystery about her, would you not agree?

[desirestruth]

Yes, but don't you think you're rather hogging the lion's share of mystery? There will be none left for the rest of us.

[voreaciously]

A pity, that.

[desirestruth]

And yet, nothing changes.

[She just kind of sighs, but she's making garlands now with the spare flowers. They stack more sturdily in the basket this way.]

[voreaciously]

Pardon me?

[desirestruth]

Do not concern yourself with it. The opinions of someone you dislike naturally don't matter, do they?

[she's here to pick flowers not fights!!!]

[voreaciously]

I do not care enough about you to dislike you. I simply avoid you.

[desirestruth]

The difference is honestly negligible.

[well, she didn't really expect anything else, but it is the way of it.]

[voreaciously]

It is considerable to me when I disdain wastes of time and energy. Disliking you would be a waste of both, so I do not.

[desirestruth]

It doesn't particularly comfort me, but as you aren't attempting to, I'll let it go.

[voreaciously]

[???????]

Why would you care to be comforted? What does it matter?

[desirestruth]

...I cannot think of any way to phrase this that you would not object to on a semantical level.

But I've never hated you, 80H. So it matters.

[voreaciously]

[?????????????????????????]

I truly do not understand why it does.

[desirestruth]

I never expected you to.

[voreaciously]

That is not an adequate explanation by far.

[desirestruth]

Why should I explain? You still won't understand, and you said you don't care.

[voreaciously]

I said I do not care enough about you to dislike you; I remain a curious individual. However, keep your secrets if you wish, that is your prerogative. Truly, I do not know why you bothered to approach me if I all I do is anger you so.

[desirestruth]

You remind me of myself.

[voreaciously]

I am deeply sorry for that.

[Having anything in common with her is cause for concern, she's such a wretched individual.]

I would hope that it is in the past. It is not as though we have much in common, presently.

[just the healing, being dead, being canines sometimes, magic, fite, loneliness, brattiness, big tid...

absolutely nothing in common.]