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[hot_mess_express]

Who: All the cute little heroes
When: Day 35, evening
Where: Back To Your Regularly Scheduled Great Outdoors, Just outside the train

[ The beach fades away all at once, taking the cheery sunshine with it as evening hits all at once-- it melts away in a shower of sparkles as the familiar setting re-emerges. There are new stars in the sky above in clover pink, senna red, jasmine blue, and licorice violet.

Just before the beach disappears entirely, the bubbly voice speaks once more: ]

Wasn't that so much fun! You all rrrrrreally got to know each other, didn't you? Keep up the good work~!

[ If you had any alcohol in hand you still have it, otherwise everything from the trial is gone. ]

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[bad_crowmance]

[ THANK AIDIOS THAT'S OVER WITH.

Which is to say, Crow is flopping down into a sitting position right where he is and leaning back to look up at the sky as the sun sets and the stars twinkle above. ]

Well... at least that one's over with.

[awakenerd]

Good job.

[bad_crowmance]

Thanks! It's always nice when I get to win. ♪♫

[ Let's not address how much he loathed that trial. ]

[awakenerd]

Yeah, sure. You went pretty hard, huh?

[bad_crowmance]

Of course! There's nothing like the sweet, sweet feeling of victory.

[awakenerd]

If you say so.

It's not like I don't like winning though, so...

[He gets it some. But otoh he went surfing and regrets nothing.]

[bad_crowmance]

Well, you gotta do what's right for you. Nothing wrong with that.

[ Crow's problem is he can either go hard or not at all without any in-between setting. ]

[awakenerd]

Hm, well. Maybe I should just become more secretive for next time.

[bad_crowmance]

There had better not be a next time!

[ He doesn't want to do that again! ]

[voreaciously]

[80H obscures his view by bending over him halfway, a bottle of very, very good whiskey in hand.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow doesn't see the whiskey at all. Mostly because he is too busy staring at her breasts. ]

Hey, how's it going?

[voreaciously]

The whiskey is over here, Crow-han.

[But she doesn't really mind it.

Anyway, he's not telling her to go away, so she will take a seat next to him, not quite lying down just yet.]

[bad_crowmance]

The whiskey's not bad, either.

[ If she's handing it over, he'll definitely take it. ]

[voreaciously]

Would you like a glass or no?

[She isn't judging either way, just here to please.]

[bad_crowmance]

Of course I do! There's no more game, I don't care if I get tipsy anymore.

[voreaciously]

[there's a tinny crystalline sound in the air a pair of different glasses form in her hands, from the bottom to the top. they're made of ice,

she pours him a tall glass and offers it to him, but pours herself something else. wine, from the looks of it.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow accepts the cool glass and takes a long, slow sip of the whiskey. He lets out a sigh as his lips part from the glass, his shoulders loosening slightly. ]

Now that's the stuff.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Nothing like impromptu star gazing. He's just flopped over too.]

Thank god. [He is so tired.]

[bad_crowmance]

Working hard, huh?

[ He doesn't look over, content to keep looking at the stars, but it's obvious he's talking to Wash. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

Yeah. Don't think I'm normally that social.

[bad_crowmance]

Yeah, and all that within the first few hours of waking up here? I'd say you more than earned that win.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Damn right I did.

[He's a little proud, okay okay.]

Even if it was mostly talking about how awesome cats and cocoa were.

[bad_crowmance]

Hey, it's not a bad strategy. More people are gonna wanna stay engaged if it's just little things.

[schrodingerscockroach]

This is true. Got people to talk a long while that way.

Go smalltalk.

[bad_crowmance]

Go smalltalk! But don't forget to take it easy tomorrow, too. There's something to be said for relaxing.