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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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That's.... pretty depressing.

Is it? It's not like I met my father, either.

[She sighs, and shrugs.]

Don't worry about it. You don't need to know about my life, and I don't need you to care.

[...She does have one of the white flowers in her hair. Oh no.]

[ Oh no. He hasn't realized the flower is the cause, though. ]

Well, of course. That's only reasonable.

[ Like. Obviously??? ]

...I wonder when I'll stop being surprised being reasonable is so lonely.

[She just sort of...exhales, mostly just contemplative.

She's known this for a long time. She's not even commenting on whether or not he is. She just hadn't realized how hard it would be to go back to being lonely.]

Is it really that lonely? It doesn't seem so bad to me.

I've been at it a lot longer, remember?

[She laughs, a little bit.]

I don't think it bothered me as much, before. But here...never knowing if I'll ever see the people who mattered to me again. Being forgotten. ..being left behind. Even if I try to pretend I don't care that I'm alone again...

...All of these things have happened before. It's just harder now, to ignore it.

You've got your boytoy, at least. That's better than nothing.

[ Not that he thinks he can relate to what she's saying, but you know. ]

[She doesn't say anything for a while, and then shakes her head, just turns away.]

It's alright, Crow. You don't have to stretch yourself to be comforting.

Edited 2019-06-14 07:50 (UTC)

Well, if you say so. But I will say this-- it sounds like the only one making you lonely is yourself.

I can't pretend I don't need anyone else, Crow.

[ That's not what he meant

but he's not going to clarify. ]

Well, I'm sure you'll figure something out.

[Look, she's surrounded by people who actively don't care about or trust others, and her feelings run at 11. it's worse when you actually like those people, Crow.

It wears a girl down.]

Such faith in me.