auroraexpress | (no subject)

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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My programming disagrees with you.

Well your programming is whack. Any thinking and feeling person deserves consideration as such, regardless of race, species, or even status as living, dead, or inorganic. That's something I won't budge on.

You and I might both be tools, but we're people as well. Denying that is pointless.

[She's not angry yet but she is a bit irritated.]

What do you even care? I am nothing to you.

I care because you're worth caring about.

Be silent. I said I did not want your pity.

[reminds her too much of Jusis and she hated that.]

Seeing you as a person with caring for is the opposite of pity.

You do not know who I am nor the first thing about me. I do not want it.

I know you're stubborn and have a strong will and are another thinking feeling person. That's enough to care, learning more is up to if you want me to. But caring is up to me.

Cease calling me that! I am not a person!

[She does not raise her voice precisely, but it grows harder and there is a growing chill in the air.]

You are. Why are you against acknowledging that?

Because that is not for you to decide. You are not my master, creator, nor my father. It galls me to see someone so sorely mistaken on the matter of myself.

I'm not any of those things no. But if you aren't a person why are you so pissed?

Honestly your words contradict your everything else. It wouldn't hurt you to see that much.

I am no so far gone, but I am tired of these baseless assertions, these claims to make me something I am not for whatever asinine reason.

For ... whatever reason? Was I not clear?

[She processes this in a breath: if she elaborates on her own meaning, that is to say, that she has heard this from more than one person, he may dig his feet in further on the matter or think himself correct.

She switches tacts in less than an instant.]

Yes, yes, basic human consideration. Again, which I am not. You have made your point. I heartily disagree with it and would ask you not to care. It will get you less than nowhere.

Request declined.

As you like, sir. It is your migraine.

[Just, sighs.]

What have you got against being cared about anyway?

It is not necessary.

According to who? You?

Yes? Who else would form this equation?