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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.]]

Comments

[voreaciously]

Absolutely.

[going to take several from different angles on her chain, thanks.]

Ah, they might be large and strong enough for proper flight. Fascinating.

[bad_crowmance]

Yeah, I was thinking that too. I'm gonna try testing 'em out in a bit.

[voreaciously]

Ah, may I watch? Will you require assistance?

[bad_crowmance]

Pretty sure flying's a solo act, but I definitely wouldn't mind an audience!

[voreaciously]

I meant I could be on standby in case there are incidents; you are going to attempt something you have ostensibly never done before.

[it's not a lack of faith she just likes to be prepared and her tone is not chiding, so much nerdy as she considers this and that.]

Entirely new muscle groups to stress, motions to learn, energy expenditure to consider, especially with your weight. And those are factors limited to yourself. I am assuming you mean to do this outside and you cannot control our environment--at least, as far as I am aware. The weather is, at times, unpredictable.

[what if u get caught in a sudden storm?]

[bad_crowmance]

Right, there's only so many variables I can keep under my control. Still, definitely wouldn't complain if you want to be a spotter.

[ His grin turns wicked. ]

You'd make a great pillow if I fall.

1/3

[voreaciously]

If you believe in a swift and crushing de--

[wait]

2/3

[voreaciously]

[HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH]

3/3 done

[voreaciously]

T-They are not that big!

[which is why she has to wear extra support with this thin-strapped bunched top because her boobs aren't that big RIGHT YES OF COURSE]

[bad_crowmance]

They're the perfect size!

[voreaciously]

We have long since established that for you that means...largely-endowed, w-w-which they are not! Really!

[she is just going to pull his face for a moment before letting it snap back into place she's so embarrassed wHY IS HE LIKE THIS]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He looks completely unrepentant even as his face is tugged on. ]

They're easily more than a handful each.

[voreaciously]

[okay he's definitely super duper right about that but]

Why is that your unit of measurement! No, nevermind, of course it would be.

[bad_crowmance]

It's a handy way of judging.

[ Pun fucking intended. ]

[voreaciously]

You will pay for that one, later.

[pullin the other cheek like jesus that was awful]

[bad_crowmance]

Promises, promises.

[voreaciously]

[something in her tone and body language shifts and though she was very sincerely flustered at his remarks, it's a long way away from how she carries herself in this moment, smooth and quietly confident.]

Oh? Tell me: have I ever been wanting when I have decided to leave you wanting?

[bad_crowmance]

[ The subtle way she shifts position, the careful way she modulates her tone, the words she chooses..... Damn, that's hot. There's a subtle heat in his eyes, a shifting of his own position-- it's not hard for someone who's been with him as often as she has to see that he's turned on by it. ]

No, you've been... very good about it.

[voreaciously]

Yes. I have been.

[Her voice is calmly confident, brooking no argument, not that he could possibly offer one of any merit. She knows what she's done and what she can do.

On the heels of that thought, though, she sighs, the sound sultry and oh-so disappointed at all once.]

And yet, how soon they forget. Pity. I suppose I will simply have to remind you.

[Moments ago, she would have asked, he knows she would have, but now she does not bother to do so when her fingers dance over those alabaster feathers for an indulgent moment.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ The wings are sensitive, enough so that there is just the barest of hitches from his breath when her fingers gracefully move over his feathers. ]

It'll give me something to look forward to later.

[voreaciously]

Indeed.

[Crow's wings are beautiful, but, more than that, she is glad that touching him there appears to something for him.

Typical.

But not unwelcome, no, not at all. It's small, minute really, but she licks her lips in anticipation.]

But first...

[flying1]

[bad_crowmance]

But first.... flying!

[voreaciously]

Your excitement is charming. Do you plan to jump out of a tree, perhaps?

[bad_crowmance]

Close! I was thinking the train.

[voreaciously]

I suppose while jumping off something would make for a more dramatic spectacle, and thus far more to your liking, you could attempt to fly from the ground, at least for practise. If you cannot generate your own propulsion and height, then it is not true flight, but gliding.