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[hot_mess_express]

Who: heroes
When: day 30, midnight to dawn
Where: the train

[At precisely midnight a clock bell tolls, loud and mournful in the quiet night. An owl screeches, the dramatic chords of an organ start to play then are cut short in a jangle of notes.

If you're awake a hoarse voice growls, it might wake you even if you're asleep.]

Arise, heroes, and sate your hunger.

[Those not sleeping through all this will find a sudden spike in their primal urges. The needs of any form they possess may overcome reason, and the desire to slake thirsts both literal and metaphorical is intense.

If you're a wolf perhaps you want to hunt or draw close to your pack, if your taste is in blood, well. If you're just human it might be that your darker desires, possessiveness or even curiosity get the better of you in ways you don't normally let them. Desires need not be violent or sexually charged, but should be things your characters harbor at least some inclination towards wanting even if they deny it usually. Fluffy desires are still desires.

By morning light the effects will fade. And you'll all feel far less tired than you'd expect for a night partying.]

Comments

[bowtiedbones]

[in her wolf shape and scratching INSISTENTLY!!! at the door to go outside the train.

she could just change back BUT NO]

[awakenerd]

[Opening... the door? For...her?]

...?

[bowtiedbones]

Thank you.

[stalks one step outside the door and sits alertly]

[awakenerd]

You're welcome?

Feeling restless?

[grimpa]

--Ah, Eliza. I'll get it.

[getting the door, clearly a bit puzzled]

[bowtiedbones]

[wags her tail, prancing around his feet yes lemme out gotta go gotta get]

Thanks!

[grimpa]

Where are you going?

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow has been trying to behave.

He's been trying so hard, possibly a lot more than most people realize. There's only so much he can afford to act out with a group this small, with a mission this dire. So there's parts of himself he bottles, saves up for "later." But later never feels like it's coming and he's growing more restless by the moment.

So it's one in the morning when he slips out of the Licorice cabin and heads out of the train, making a beeline for the forest. He pulls out his twin guns as he moves. ]

[awakenerd]

[About when he reaches the trees a voice asks in his mind, calm and gentle.]

Going out?

[bad_crowmance]

[ He pauses in his steps for a moment. ]

Yeah. Figured I'd get rid of some of the local monsters.

[awakenerd]

Want company?

[desirestruth]

[So this won't be awkward. Because Naeva, well, she's not getting enough food, she hasn't been the whole time, and not feeding becomes disastrous.

So the light catches her eyes and they glow, unsettling in the dark as she snaps her head up from the gekko she was uh.

draining of blood. She's covered in it, which is probably why she's dressed in her pajamas still-less to clean.

...She's just kind of frozen there. This is super awkward.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow raises an eyebrow as he cocks his head in her direction. ]

Out for a midnight snack?

[ With his breezy tone, you might not even know he was mad at her earlier. ]

[desirestruth]

[She knows better, and kind of winces.]

...The blood bags aren't enough.

[She's eyeing those pistols kind of warily. Do not shoot dog again, pls.]

[malignstar]

[ His eyes flash blood red in the dark. His tail swishes in excitement, possibly at the scent of blood. ]

[newmodelblade]

[So in case the evening wasn't already kind of a shit show; Lucien was apparently overwhelmed by the desire to know who the hell he was, finally. And he had plenty of credits for his memories to come back. So. He basically assaulted the machine to get them to play, one after the other. He managed to get through the lion's share before the headache of that much coming back all at once gave him a bad headache and even a bit of a nosebleed, so now he's slumped in the nearest chair. Feel free to come in after the fact, or during the movie marathon.]

Nnngh.

[desirestruth]

[well, she was coming back in after hunting shenanigans, and now she's just...whining a little from all that information. And also the blood scent? The blood scent.

She's going to dig out a handkerchief after her head stops spinning. Press it to his nose.]

Was that all of them?

[There is so much to unpack here about his life she's not sure where to start.]

[newmodelblade]

Mm? N-no... Still a few more to go.

[You know how the blood smell might be kind of bad? It probably didn't get better when leaned up and just hugged her tightly, though. But it's different from how he has been holding her. It's more immediate.]

[bowtiedbones]

Yyyyikes, are you okay?

[newmodelblade]

...I have felt better. To put it mildly.

[I mean it's the mother of all hangovers and approximately like a third of one of those memories was at all pleasant. He's going to wipe the blood off his face at least.]

[malignstar]

[ Wanderlust has taken hold of this Thyme pup as he drags himself to the top of the train ]

[grimpa]

[hearing WOLF-Y SCRABBLING and going to investigate]

...What are you doing?

[malignstar]

I just wanted to see what's up here.

[acts_her_age]

[are you hanging out in the public areas of the train this evening?]

[do you want a tiny wet puppy nose on your ankle??]

[well, you've got one]

[nihilmancy]

[Just outside the train, a rather restless Hlasoh can be seen flying around at impressive speeds, shooting iridescent zaps of energy at the ground and into the sky, and occasionally at trees, but she doesn't seem to be doing much damage- she's holding back.]