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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. ]

Comments

[schrodingerscockroach]

....I will?

[Glancing down at obvious scars.]

How...intensely?

[bowtiedbones]

[yeeeeep those are a thing]

You would have to ask someone else who gets memories back to be sure, but... And if you don't pay the extra, memories play in the Lounge. People will see if you don't shoo them out first.

[schrodingerscockroach]

That part I knew. [He is less concerned.]

Has anyone started like....bleeding or something?

[bowtiedbones]

Not that I've seen? But I haven't seen anyone remember being hurt themselves. I think it stays mental, though.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Well, less worrying, that.

I'm pretty sure at least some of this had to be near death experiences. One of the bullets was real close to my heart.

[bowtiedbones]

Oh geez...

[schrodingerscockroach]

Yeah. Would rather not bleed everywhere at least.

[bowtiedbones]

[going very pale]

That would be good.

[schrodingerscockroach]

....you okay?

[bowtiedbones]

[waving it off, remembering someone getting stabbed in the heart two days ago is just a thing, it’s fine all fine she’s fine]

No I’m fine.

[schrodingerscockroach]

...sorry.

[bowtiedbones]

It’s okay, you didn’t do anything.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Still.

....want to tell me about dragon bones?

[Distraction is good, yes?]

[bowtiedbones]

...I’ll do you one better. You wanted to meet one, right?

[opening her purse and taking out a tupperware filled with cotton balls. handing it to him.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

Yes.

[Sitting up. And. Taking the tupperware????]

What's this for?

[bowtiedbones]

Open it.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Will open the tupperware.]

[bowtiedbones]

[it's full of tiny bird-like bones nestled between the cotton balls, though the skull is all too spiky to be a parrot despite its hooked beak]



Lori, wake up.

[and the little skeleton lifts its head, two bright sparks appearing in its empty eye sockets]

[schrodingerscockroach]

....

This is so badass. [And cute. But it's also a bone dragon so badass.]

Hello girl.

[bowtiedbones]

[Lori climbs out of the container to perch on its rim, holding onto the edge with her wing-claws for balance, and cocking her head to one side and then to the other to examine Dusk.]

This is Lori! She's a 700-year-old flowerdrake.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Flowerdrake....

Cool.

[He holds out a hand for her to...sniff????]

Does she like pets?

[bowtiedbones]

[Lori rears back a little, staring at his hand.

....steps onto it]

Sometimes she does. She can be fickle.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Will keep his hand still. Won't move unless she moves all the way onto his hand.]

So like a cat.

[bowtiedbones]

[she does, in fact! climbing onto his hand and wrapping her thin bony tail around his wrist]

In that both can bite you, sure.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Well, also the fickle.

[Awww yeah, got a dragon. Carefully setting down her nest. He's very good at keeping his hand steady, at least.]