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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]

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.]

[bowtiedbones]

[Lori clacks her beak and sets to preening, starting with nibbling on her rib bones]

Usually she gets compared to a bird. A cat is new!

[schrodingerscockroach]

May not know a lot about birds.

[Cute]

But fickle and preening, very catlike.