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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]

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.

[bad_crowmance]

You're not wrong but I'm thinking baby steps.

[ Jumping off a train is baby steps. ]

[voreaciously]

...Crow-han, that is the opposite of baby steps. What I suggested was baby steps.

[bad_crowmance]

I mean more like gliding first and then trying to start from the ground.

[voreaciously]

As you like, then.

[she thinks it's going to be very difficult to resist trying to gain more altitude in the former case, but it's whatever.]

It will be interesting for certain, no matter the outcome.

[bad_crowmance]

[ She's not wrong, honestly. ]

That's what I figure! One way or the other, it's bound to be a great show.

[voreaciously]

I suppose your gratuitous lack of shame will serve you well.

[bad_crowmance]

It usually does!

[voreaciously]

Only "usually", huh.

[bad_crowmance]

Well, I'd hate to speak in absolutes. Sounds like a good way for something to bite you in the ass.

[voreaciously]

Hoh? What is this, I hear? The gambling man does not wish to tempt fate?

[bad_crowmance]

Even a gambling man needs to know when to hedge his bets.

[voreaciously]

I suppose this is true.

[She is faintly amused, however, even if she does not disagree. This from the man who would eat his own hands before saying "I fold".]

You could make a bond of your demonstration, if the thought did not already occur to you.

[bad_crowmance]

Of course it's occurred to me.

[ He winks at her. ]

But I'll thank you for that anyway.

[voreaciously]

[Her ears roll up in what is clearly a perk a little before she can stop them, if she's even aware.

Ahhh, being thanked--]

Ahhh--no, it is nothing.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Oh no, that's incredibly cute. ]

Maybe, but I'm doing it anyway.

[voreaciously]

[slowly approaching bully]

There's no need, though.

[she doesn't sound like her usual clinically denying self, more embarrassed than anything.]</small.

[bad_crowmance]

I don't know if you've noticed this about me, but usually I do things because I want to.

[voreaciously]

[she delicately touches her face in (mock) surprise, but the subject weren't so obviously false, it would be hard to tell that she wasn't being serious.

It saves her from embarrassment, anyway. She forgets to be.]

That is a surprising bit of trivia. I had not the foggiest idea. Next you will tell me you are a hedonistic individual.

[bad_crowmance]

Nope! I'm a total prude.

[voreaciously]

Ah, as I thought. Truly, it calms my heart to hear it.

[bad_crowmance]

I thought it might. You have nothing to worry about with me.

[voreaciously]

[That










gives her an idea. One that she does not let onto, not in the slightest, but oh, this will be delicious.

For now though, without missing a beat, she sighs in relief.]

Well now, that is quite the burden off my shoulders. Thank you, Crow-han.