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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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[She

She has missed him so much, she realises. she has always liked him a good deal for so many reasons. he's stubborn and stalwart, but will do what needs to be done. How he manages to be soft and kind is nothing short of miraculous. Her lips purse a moment, a stern expression, but it belies her effort to keep them from trembling--but she cannot do this again.

He does not know her. He might not ever, even if he regains memories.]

You may do as you please, foolishly. You will come to realise soon that I am detrimental to this train's continued survival as you so eloquently put it.

[And of all things, what he does]

[Is smile. A kind of bemused smile, something more patient because he realizes this won't be easy, but he means what he said. Great things are accomplished together. And no one terrible is this stubborn to push people away.]

[But he's never been one to shy away from a challenge, and he can afford to be a good person right now. He doesn't remember being too tired to try.]

Well, maybe I'm a fool then. Maybe that's why I'm on Clover. [He winks and picks up a marshmallow.] But I'm willing to accept the consequences of my actions.

I don't think you're terrible. Maybe not good, but you know, at least not terrible.

And I think you might have helped me generate sparks, which I'm pretty sure is helping the train.

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[thinks about ras and archer being on clover and

yeah. it's team dumbass, honestly. morning deserves better.

but she is a bemusing, confusing person, that is legit. at any rate]

Clover does, markedly, have some fools on it, you would be in good company.

[maybe insulting him is enough to burn him, but she knows it won't be. it will take much more.]

You are sorely mistaken and unaware of how much.

I did not aid you deliberately, you simply saw an opportunity and took it. I did not need to be present, nor do I need to be appreciated.

[Insults is how he talks to most of the people in his life, GOOD LUCK.]

Sounds like the best company to me. [And he's a little surprised how sincere he says that.]

I see it as you being helpful even when you're not trying. It's amazing how just being around can be helpful when things are shit.

I'll accept I'm wrong when I see proof.

To each their own.

[perhaps literally in this case.]

Maintain your distance from me and it shall not be an issue whatsoever.

Not that big of a train. Sounds like a lot of trouble to go out of my way to avoid someone whose not terrible.

The train expands, actually, with magic. It can have many more rooms if you've the sparks to pay for them, or if we, collectively, have earned an expansion. Has no one told you?

A little bit. It's a lot to take in.

So, for me to avoid you means needing to earn the sparks to help the expansion so there's more room to keep distance.

Sounds like you have a vested interest in generating sparks then.

[Now he's just being a little shit.]

I have plenty of sparks.

[this seems like a conundrum or a not at all sensible remark, given her commitment to distance? how could she have plenty?

she could be lying, though.]

Wow, sounds like someone is bonding a lot with people despite being oh so terrible.

[Considering how aggressively nice some of the people are, he can see her distance talk not working and she IS still talking to him. She wants to respond on some level.]

I use bonds as means to an end, and my chosen methods decidedly use as little interaction as possible. Make your own inquiries. I do not have any friends in spite of my wealth.

[and I prefer it that way goes unsaid, but is heavily implied.]

And what are those ends?

[He definitely hears the implied, but he's still not deterred.]

Further distance and detachment.

[so yeah, mister smartass, she was already doing that. sucker]

And yet you're fine with what you have even though it's insufficient.

...Insufficient? I do not take your meaning.

Like I said, it's not so viable for me to just avoid you. So, insufficient.

It is perfectly viable. I am but one person. One does not matter.

Why not?

It is only common sense. If someone refuses to cooperate, instead of wasting energies on them, find someone who shall when they are in ample supply.

Six teams, seven bedrooms, max number is forty-two. Is Clover the only team that isn't full?

No.

[not even close]

Let me guess, teams about even?

So even if everyone else was....five. Clover's four. That's twenty-nine. And we have the powers that be in charge, but that's- [There's a pause.] Well, that might not count, depending.

Twenty-nine people to save stars and universes and so much from this Malice.

That isn't ample supply. Especially considering the conditions some of us are suffering from.

I could not speak accurately the matter of teams, I do not speak to anyone.

[a lie, but not farflung.]

You are correct. It should follow that it is all the more reason not to waste time with dead weight, no?

No one's dead weight.

[The answer was immediate. And he actually. Pauses.]

[Looks down for a few moments because the moment he actually says it, there's a lot of feelings there. The thought of anyone being treated like dead weight, expendable, they don't matter, is....]

[It makes him angry because it's just not true and it's weird because he believes it strongly and he doesn't know why.]

People aren't dead weight. They never are and anyone who looks at people like that...that's not someone I want to be.

People may not be, but I am not a person, so it is a moot issue.