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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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[if 80H is ever around when Crow's memories play she always surreptitiously makes herself scarce, but...

Her eyes end up lingering on the on with his grandfather a little longer than she means as she rises to leave, her departure delayed by kindly smiles and earnest love.]

[ Crow's eyes flicker towards 80H in between memories-- he's queued up two more after that one and he experiences them in real time as they play, so there's only a moment between the first and the second-- but it's definitely apparent that he noticed her there.

He doesn't seem bothered by her presence, at any rate. ]

[She turns her head away, chagrined all the same.

She straightens after a moment, dipping her head in a shallow bow.]

...My apologies.

[ Crow shrugs lightly. ]

If it bothered me, I'd spend the extra token to make 'em private.

[ But he's cheap and craves his memories. So it goes. ]

Perhaps, but I do not believe a desire to be expedient should be punished, either. At any rate, it is not my business.

It's not really anybody's business but mine... but there's worse people to talk about 'em with than you.

[

THIS IS ANDROID MURDER. ROBOCIDE!

She goes from pale as the moon to ripe tomato in like 0.00046 seconds.]

Aahh, w-well, that is fine? I suppose. Yes. S-still! I apologise, I was, um, distracted.

[ She's cute when she's bright red. ]

Oh yeah? Distracted by what?

[ By the memory. He knows the answer perfectly well. ]

Your dazzling self, naturally.

[Totally the memory.]

Naturally!

[ He's not gonna fucking call her out. ]

At times, I nearly, nearly wish and wonder for you to have shame, but after your modesty and embarrassment performances, I am sorely glad you do not.

Usually. Probably.

[ He actually does have a sense of shame, it's just that it's vanishingly difficult to actually get him to that point. Ge doesn't really know that, though. ]

I like being me way too much to worry about that kind of stuff.

I know. I like that about you very much. It is refreshing.

So you admit it!

A-absolutely not, you deeply attractive man.

[Fuck.]

I want to hear more about how attractive I am!

[ He's LIVING for this. ]

You already know how attractive you are.

Yeah, but I like hearing other people say it!

Is that not redundant to be told something you already know?

[she's a fucking idiot she doesn't understand this.]

But you have a largely marvellous, magnetic personality.

Being redundant doesn't make it any less nice to hear. Actually, I like it even more when it's someone else. And thanks, I'm pretty fond of my personality too.