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

she could just change back BUT NO]

Edited 2019-06-14 23:32 (UTC)

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

...?

Thank you.

[stalks one step outside the door and sits alertly]

You're welcome?

Feeling restless?

[ 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. ]

[whines sulkily woooooo]

So restless. And I was actually asleep! Really asleep!

You been having trouble sleeping?

I've been having trouble sleeping for a month.

Oooh jeez. Any way I can help?

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

Going out?

[lays down and puts her head on her paws with a big doggie SIGH]

I don't know. I'm not against help and I know what the problem is, but what works during the day isn't going to work at night when everybody else needs to be sleeping too.

What works?

[ He pauses in his steps for a moment. ]

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

Want company?

I need to feel less homesick and I need to feel safer. Getting my beginner's ward and my familiars back helped a lot, and turning into a wolf has been surprisingly helpful... During the day it's just— Getting hugs from a couple people has been great when I need them?

Work is my main thing, but my studies keep me up until I'm too tired to not sleep.

[Sitting next to her.]

That doesn't sound great. Not healthy either. What would help you feel safe at night?

[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.]

Never hurts to have backup.

[ So that's a "yes." ]

[ 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. ]

[Lo. He just kinda. Appears next to Crow. Handy.]

Hey.

[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.]

[shuffles around to put her big wolfy head on his lap]

I don't know. Everything I've tried was always enough when I've traveled before. If it wasn't, I could call someone— but I can't call anyone here. Not Jonathan, not Lisa, not my mom or Kasey or Hana or anybody. I'm almost about to try sleeping on the beach because that's familiar, but that's actually unsafe and I'll probably just end up missing Tiberius too. I camp in his ribs.

[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.

[Scritches her ears. ]

Would sharing a room with someone help?

[Camping in ribs. Cool.]

[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.]

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