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[trainmasters]

Who: everyone
When: Day 35 morning
Where: the lounge car

[This morning, or whenever you wake up, you will find that there are delicious smells wafting from the lounge car. Upon investigation, one will discover a beautiful spread of hot cocoa and tea and coffee and many marshmallow animals, ideal for putting in your drinks or simply eating wholesale. It isn't just cats either, but many animals of a similar quality of marshmallow, whatever kinds you'd like. But you may find the warm fuzzies they impart might be a bit more than internal.

In a conspicuous place is a note in handwriting many of you may find quite familiar at this point:

Thanks for your help.

- Hazel

His signature isn't alone, either. There are a couple of others, though somehow they're far less readable? Some are definitely just little drawings. Weird.]

[[ooc notes: 10% furry event!! many marshmallows have no effect, but those that do will instill temporary animal parts up to a kemonomimi level! enjoy your ears and tails, folks. and your newbies.]]

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[schrodingerscockroach]

A. In Clover

[The moment he wakes up without memories, there's a disturbing sense of calm. Yeah, okay, this might as well happen. He thinks he may need to examine that later, but for now, he needs to figure out what's up. He sees the message on his Chain and again, yeah, WHY NOT, though best to take with a grain of salt. Its very weird, just because it feels plausible doesn't mean its true.]

[....the clothes leave much to be desired.]

[But he gets the overalls and unicorn shirt and shoes, hiding the necklace under his shirt because its not PINK so it might be his? Then grabbing the cardigan to carry for Reasons.]

[But finally an extremely scarred up man will venture out of his room, listening for any movement or signs of life as he quietly creeps along.]

B. Lounge - Later

[...listen, he'd usually be a touch more wary of food and drink in a new strange place, but its hot cocoa and cats. It instantly cancels out his paranoia and he's gonna enjoy both.]

[Aaaaand get cat ears and tail for it.]

...you know, I can't even be mad. [After spotting himself in a window.]

BBBBBBB

[voreaciously]

[having food around here is often a gamble. you never know what can be wrong with it, but she decides to take that bet and ends up with ridged, elegant horns, furry ears where her own used to be, and a fluffy, little tail.

She takes after a gazelle and those ears and tail immediately perk up in the direction of a familiar voice.]

...Leo-san?

:D

[schrodingerscockroach]

[It's not the name that really gets his attention, but the 'san.' A niggling familiarity. A formality? He thinks so.]

[Looking up towards the voice and sees the woman staring at him. He looks around him real quick.]

Um. Who?

im still so glad

[voreaciously]

...Nothing, nevermind. I was mistaken, clearly.

[Her eyes are blindfolded and her tone is even. there isn't a trace of disappointment to it.]

You simply look like someone I once knew. Please do not pay it any mind.

Sorry for your heart 80H

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Oh right, that.]

....so you can see? Because uh...I mean...face. Eyes. [Is that rude to bring up? He has no idea.]

I mean, you might? I'm....one of the ones who doesn't remember anything.

what heart

[voreaciously]

Oh, you paid attention, then.

[well, that is good to know. and her tone does sound a touch wry]

HE BELIEVES IN YOUR HEART

[schrodingerscockroach]

Been trying. It's a lot to take in.

[Rubbing at his temple because it's kind of a headache.]

It makes sense in a really weird way. If I got picked up, why not others from home?

gay

[voreaciously]

Yes, it is. Do not rush it.

[she pauses calmly to let him digest and nurse his headache]

I hope you meet good people that you know.

Ain't no shame in that

[schrodingerscockroach]

Not sure I get much choice in that.

[He's had time to soothe the worse of his paranoia, but it's still very much there and it doesn't like not knowing things.]

...are you good people? [Because that's an interesting way to say that.]

don't believe in trash, wash!!!

[voreaciously]

No, but adapt and make the most of it.

[she believes in him, but that goes unsaid.]

Not even remotely.

B

[desirestruth]

It's not really even that bad.

['SUP. HERE'S A...SHORT REGAL LOOKING LADY. SHe has a kickass trenchcoat over a vest and fancy shirt.

And like, skintight leather pants because dhampir are required to have one pair of anachronistic leather pants by law?

Also, bigass jackal ears but huge fluffy snow leopard tail...] But it's never really anything harmful.

Re: B

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Hey, sometimes sense must be sacrificed for style.]

[Looking her over because those sure are different animals.]

Oh? This kind of thing happen often?

How'd you get more than one animal?

[desirestruth]

Not marshmellows, exactly, but similar things. Somehow, usually involving flowers.

[Tilting her head at him a little.]

...I didn't 'get' the first one here.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Why flowers? On a train?

[That's weird.]

....oh. Um. Sorry for assuming? [Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.]

[desirestruth]

There's...places to go outside the train? And a gardening car on this train? Why not flowers?

[She doesn't understand the question????]

[schrodingerscockroach]

....you know what, asked and answered.

Hi, I'm new.

[desirestruth]

I had gathered that, yes. Clover, right?

[Gesturing to the, uh. Pink.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

That's what they tell me.

[He is very pink. Definitely not the kind of clothes he'd choose to wear himself, don't cover up the scars as well as he'd like.]

[desirestruth]

[It's not like she really registers the scars as a thing to care about, dun worry.]

Do you remember anything? Not everyone does, when they arrive.

[clerically]

[Bunny girl has rearrived in Clover car.

Bunny girl spots confused looking man.

Bunny girl bounds up to him!]

Let me guess, confused and nameless? Not hurt, I hope.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He's just stepped onto the first floor, looking for signs of anyone, when suddenly the door opens and it's too fast for him to retreat back to the stairs.]

[There is a brief flash of panic and he's very tense as he focuses on her, before his expression shuts down, just.]

[Starring at her a moment.]

[Eyes lingering on the ears because that's weird, he knows it is, but. Okay. That happens.]

[Taking in her face and....she's young. She's a kid. Don't hurt kids, never hurt kids.]

Uh.

Is....nameless common?

[clerically]

[She would be a bit insistent that she's a capable adult but. He's right.]

Oh, I'm sorry if I startled you.

[She's rather observant, in any case.]

But nameless is very common here. All us Clovers just got here recently, and only one of us had a name to speak of.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He's got nearly two decades on her, she's a kid.]

[There's a bit of a shift, still holding the cardigan. Not wearing it, just holding it.]

....I see.

[That's weird and feels wrong, but it also doesn't....it doesn't feel like an unreasonable thing to hear. A possibility, not ridiculous.]

Do you know why?

[clerically]

[Touchè, old man.]

It's a mistake in the process, I think? Bring us here takes a lot, and our memories are what pay the price.

No worries though! A lot of people have gotten theirs back, though the process is weird too.

[She's just going to sit. This talk seems like it'll take a while, and she isn't really the person that should be giving it, but if Morning was nothing else she was adaptable.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

....

[He'll take a seat. Making sure to have the wall to his back as much as possible.]

Okay.

[He pulls out his Chain and sets it down.]

When I looked at this, it sounded like it was describing a game more than anything. How much of it is true?