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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

[desirestruth]

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.]

[newmodelblade]

[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.

[desirestruth]

[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??????]

[newmodelblade]

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.]

[desirestruth]

Lucien...

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

[newmodelblade]

What? Why are you whining?

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

[desirestruth]

Lucien, you smell like blood.

[PLEASE.]

[newmodelblade]

From-- from the nosebleed?

[desirestruth]

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.

[newmodelblade]

...

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

...Oh.

[desirestruth]

Yes.

[newmodelblade]

...I should let you go, then?

[desirestruth]

Unless you want to feed me, it'd probably be advised.

[But she loves cuddles tho.]

[newmodelblade]

...Could I survive that?

[Because he's not actually super worried about his own life right now, he did just kind of go from being the sunny affable noble to just fucking rocked about murdering a guy over a disagreement.]

[desirestruth]

I didn't kill you before, but I'm a lot hungrier here, so I don't...know?

[There was a lot of information you just glided over, there, Naeva.]

[newmodelblade]

...It's not like today could get any more surreal.

[He will gesture to her to do it, then. What the hell.]

B...OND?

[desirestruth]

...I guess this counts as some kind of bond, I'm sure. You may as well get sparks for it.

[Well then.

CHOMP.

Though, honestly, after the initial piercing, it actually doesn't feel bad? Like yeah she just sunk four inches of fangs into his neck and is draining blood from it but it's actually kind of weirdly euphoric.]

[newmodelblade]

[I mean if nothing else the thinning of the blood will help with the constriction in the vessels giving him a headache and he doesn't seem to super care how far she goes right now.]

[desirestruth]

[It's a good thing, too, 'cause he's gonna need a cookie and some orange juice after how much she's taken. She does finally manage to pull away, though, idly licking over the bite to force it to clot.]

...You know, you're bothered enough I can taste it.

[newmodelblade]

I have much to wrap my mind around, if you can pardon the pun, Naeva.

[desirestruth]

Maybe wait a little bit between taking the remaining ones.

[She presses her hand to his head--she's further releasing the pressure, letting the headache fade the rest of the way out. Also, her hand's cool, which probably feels nice.]

As for the rest...I don't know what advice I could give. But you could do worse than to talk it through.

[newmodelblade]

Oh, I intend to take my time next time. No more than three or so at a go.

[He's contemplating things though.]

As for the rest... I don't know where to start?

[desirestruth]

Don't let them build up this much, either.

[She pokes his nose gently...and then thinks over his memories, casting around for something...easier to start with.]

...The Lord Commandant, then. Start there...put your feelings in order, if you can.

[She may have some...personal interest, here.]

[newmodelblade]

Obviously, though I do not have everything, he clearly meant -- means a lot to me. Sorry this all feels so surreal still.

[He blinks a fair bit.]

I think he was as close as I had to a grandfather?

[desirestruth]

...Even with memories, I have no real context for that kind of relationship.

[She sighs, but then smirks, her tone sly and a little teasing.]

But you must have loved him dearly...to have let him wake you up without complaint.