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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.]

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[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.

[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.]

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.]

L...Lucien?

[She kind of yips a bit at the change. This...feels familiar. But the only memory she saw herself in, was...]

You really have been telling me the truth all along.

[He's holding her in tight then, with that. Yeah, she was only in the last one, but that's enough to confirm everything for him.]

Of course I was...who'd come up with a lie this outlandish?

[It is a relief, though, and she goes to reflexively bury her head in his shoulder---

oh god, his pulse. The blood scent is so strong. This was the worst idea.]

[What? It's not like he's adjusted to pull her into a hug. Maybe his current desire is just for closeness? The warmth and smell of his blood through his pulse, that's just incidental, right?]

I never really doubted, but it is nice to know for sure.

[Desire to lick: rising.]

It's a good thing you took them, because none of that is anything I could have imagined to tell you.

[She's a lot more worried about your family than she was previously??? Lucien??????]

Perhaps the last part... But most of that was old, old memories, I can tell.

[He laughs a little bit, and he will also pet her a little bit, because he's not playing into her urge to turn him into a juicebox or anything by doing this.]

Lucien...

[Buddy. Buddy come on don't do this to her. She's trying so hard to be good.]

What? Why are you whining?

[He's the one with the migraine here.]

Lucien, you smell like blood.

[PLEASE.]

From-- from the nosebleed?

Yes. In front of me.

[COME ON DON'T ANY OF THOSE MEMORIES REMIND YOU SHE NEEDS BLOO--oh no they don't, do they. Fuck.]

I don't eat food, what do you think sustains my life force.

...

[Give him a second he is under intense mental stress here. But it'll click.]

...Oh.

Yes.

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Yyyyikes, are you okay?

...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.]

You look like you gave yourself a concussion from the inside out.

It appears all those memories at once is not how we're intended to do this.

[He laughs, weakly, and then groans a bit.]

More fool I, it seems.

Maybe pace yourself next time?

oh, I intend to. Both for my health and... well, the subject matter doesn't lend itself to wanting all at once, it seems. I had hoped perhaps my life would be more pleasant than all of that.

[He gestures to the screen.]

Hopefully the next batch will have less, um, duels.

...I hope so. I get the impression that that was more extreme than I realized, but it was still rather.

[He sighs.]

I would like to think I am not so rash.

Yeah... Just, um. No dueling people on the train?