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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

[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.

[awakenerd]

You're kind of proving my point though.

[voreaciously]

How could I possibly be?

[awakenerd]

If you really didn't care about anything, like a "tool", you wouldn't have much opinion or investment in convincing me or anyone else how much you don't have opinions or feelings. And don't say you're not invested, all you do with me is argue about how uninvested you are. It's a lot of effort to go through, telling people they're wrong and you're right, if you really had no other purpose but to be used it'd be simpler and more to the point just to let people think what they want.

Plus you're not subtle when you're with Crow. I don't know why you're the way you are but it's a little baffling why you think anyone would buy it for a minute. Or maybe you don't think anyone buys it and you're just counting on everyone politely playing along.

[voreaciously]

[hey rean you suck actually

also why are you watching crow so closely that you know that huh and she's often plenty subtle so wowowowowow can't believe she has to murder the boyfriend of like 80 dudes!!!]

You misunderstand, Instructor. I never once said I cared for nothing. I care about winning. I care about succeeding. I care about doing well. I care about improving.

[awakenerd]

You care about how people see you.

You care about other things too, whether or not you're willing to admit it. Nothing about you is a tool without opinions except your own desire to be one.

I guess that's the part I really don't get. Why do you want that to be real so badly?

[voreaciously]

That I do not care for. I can ignore or avoid others as it becomes inconvenient to be around them. I have always been one, opinions or not. It hardly matters at the end of the day. I perform to success or I am a failure.

[awakenerd]

Why do you think like that?

[voreaciously]

What do you mean?

[awakenerd]

Why do you think so little of your inherent worth?

[voreaciously]

I do not, though? I am aware of my worth.

[awakenerd]

Yeah... no.