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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]

Too late to reject being cute, Crow. You might need to accept you've got a sister substitute too. Whether or not you needed one.

[bad_crowmance]

Nope, I refuse! None of it's true and you can't get me to say otherwise.

[awakenerd]

Denial's bad for you, buddy.

[bad_crowmance]

I prefer to think of it as rejecting your reality and substituting it with my own.

[awakenerd]

Uh huh.

[bad_crowmance]

[ You can put a positive spin on almost anything if you try hard enough. ]

You should try it sometime.

[awakenerd]

No thanks. I like reality just as it is.

[bad_crowmance]

Suit yourself! ...But I'm still right.

[awakenerd]

Uh-huh.

[bad_crowmance]

And don't forget it~

[ He knows that wasn't an actual agreement but it's more fun to pretend it was.]

[awakenerd]

I'm not likely to forget anything to do with your delusions.

[bad_crowmance]

Just say, "You're right Crow, I'm sorry for doubting your infinite wisdom."

[awakenerd]

Yeah that's not happening in a million years.

[bad_crowmance]

Never say never! You may change your mind someday when you see the light.

[awakenerd]

I like you, but that doesn't male me a sucker.

[bad_crowmance]

I like you because you're not a sucker. Keeps me on my toes!

[awakenerd]

Good. I far prefer a lively dance partner myself.

[bad_crowmance]

Well then, Rean. Shall we dance?

[awakenerd]

It would be my pleasure.

Anything in mind?

[bad_crowmance]

[ He extends a hand towards Rean. ]

Know how to tango?

[awakenerd]

[Taking it. Tango tango, hmm.]

Of course you'd pick a tango...

[bad_crowmance]

Of course I would! It's a great dance.

[ He pulls Rean in close and assumes a proper starting position. ]

[awakenerd]

[Oh that's close.]

What, you're leading?

[He adjusts his stance for it though.]

[bad_crowmance]

Of course I am!

[ Though despite saying that, Crow would not argue if Rean took over.

He waits a moment or two, finding an internal sense of rhythm before he starts dancing, humming lightly to help Rean keep up with it. ]

[awakenerd]

[He might at another time, right now he's actually trying to fall into the tango and remember how to... do it. He's not used too following either, so he's not as graceful to start as he is as he finally gets into Crow's rhythm. It's intense, but exciting.]