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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

[crimeson]

[HE'S PRETTY UPSET as rean can feel, but he's steadily making himself chill out.]

[awakenerd]

[Reaching over to squeeze his shoulder.]

[crimeson]

[...!

ffffolding a hand over Rean's, offering him a slightly bitter smile. the support is nice.]

[awakenerd]

I don't know what this is about but, is it something you want to talk about or be distracted from?

[crimeson]

Distraction would be nice. It's all in the past, I just... never thought too hard about what it looked like from the outside. Or the side of the instigators.

[awakenerd]

I owe you a meal right? C'mon.

[crimeson]

Quick turnaround, huh? All right.

[pulling Rean's hand from his shoulder, but only so they can hold hands.]

[awakenerd]

[Oh no! Hand holding! He'll... hold onto Randy's then!]

Why not? We're not being conventional anyway.

[crimeson]

No complaints here. What'cha planning to make? Or is it a secret?

[awakenerd]

I have not been given adequet time to make a menu so I'm going to wing it and hope good rum covers for any sins.

[crimeson]

You've got a good backup plan, I like it.

[awakenerd]

I don't know, still feels reckless, but sometimes you gotta live on the edge.

[crimeson]

You've got this, don't you worry.

[awakenerd]

I'll try to live up to your faith in me.

[Time to buy some ingredients and make... some kind of fancy tropical meat dish that would go good with rum, look he's improved over the years and it's actually incredible. The side vegetables are all colorful and well seasoned too.]

[crimeson]

[Randy fuckin' DELIGHTS IN IT, eating quickly but clearly also savoring every bite.]

Damn, the rum didn't need to compensate for anything!

[awakenerd]

[Sitting with him with his own drink! Enjoying watching him eat. He's got a plate himself but he doesn't actually need food, he's just going through the companionable motions. He learned long ago and it stuck past memory loss that people get uncomfortable eating if you just watch them without also eating.]

I'm glad to hear it. It's nice to know the recipes are still with me too. I'm open to requests about next time.

[crimeson]

[he laughs]

I'll be sure to think of what to ask for next time. I could make you something, also? But I'm not sure you eat.

[awakenerd]

I don't really need to, but I do still enjoy flavors if that's something you really want to do.

The main draw is to enjoy your company either way.

[crimeson]

Hmmm. I'll see if I can come up with somethin' really worth eating for the taste, then.

[awakenerd]

I'd like to try what you'd make for yourself, more than anything.

[crimeson]

Yeah? I'll hold off on the fancy stuff, then.

[awakenerd]

You can do fancy if you want. I just want to get a better idea of what you like, from your own tastes.

[crimeson]

Fancy's fine and all, but I'm more a fast food and neighborhood restaurant sorta guy.

[awakenerd]

So next time I should make you pizza huh?

[crimeson]

Hell yeah!