hot_mess_express ([personal profile] hot_mess_express) wrote in [community profile] auroraexpress2019-06-13 06:16 pm

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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.]
crimeson: (shit- i'm bad with faces)

[personal profile] crimeson 2019-06-14 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
[no he can't argue. he shouldn't. this is... she needs to do this. he shouldn't keep her from doing this. he bites his lip.

just kidding he cannot fucking help himself.]

...If it were just you and me, I would've died by your side. That you wanted to... I did care about that. Honestly. I didn't mean for what I did to come across as-- not caring what you wanted. As throwing you aside.

But wanting to live and wanting to die have different weights, 80H. At least to me. Choosing to win, or choosing to allow people who don't want to suffer to avoid suffering... I'll do that every time. So if your expectations were for me to back you up and let them corner themselves into dying with us... I was going to disappoint you every time.