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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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[That it can be if he's got magic sensing abilities. Its also tied to Dusk.]

[~spirit magic~]

He's Noon. Also sometimes called Archer, but teammate nickname is what I'm going with.

Oh. Huh. Different guy then.

[Interesting! He doesn't comment on what he senses though because he doesn't think to...]

I really need to meet the rest of Clover.

Ah. That was Midnight. [And his face just want zero on emotions as he said that.]

[For]

[Reasons.]

You should meet Morning. {And back to normal.] She's nice.

I've met Morning at least. She's sweet.

Looks like you and Midnight have some issues already?

[He holds up a hand.]

I need to decide what I'm doing there. And it's going into things about him, so.

Shouldn't talk about it.

Fair enough. Good luck. It can get tricky when it's someone you have to live and work with.

Yeah. It really does.

[He doesn't want to shoot his teammate, but his teammate might be genocidal, SO IT'S HARD.]

So. A compromise for the memory thing. Because honestly, I'd like to warn Faito about whatever bullshit we're dealing with and I don't know how patient she can be.

Figure I'll take one memory tonight. Save the other...two or three for tomorrow. And hope there's something to give context so we don't have to assume like...we're in the zombie apocalypse or something.

Okay. Hoping you're not in the uh, zombie apocalypse at least?

....do you not know what a zombie apocalypse is?

I mean, the term kind of describes itself, I think? Even if I don't recall hearing it before.

Usually the worst thing is the longterm affect of an enemy that is everywhere in hordes and relentlessly pursue you. Plus people being assholes.

Also just kind of a good way to describe nightmare scenarios if...people know what it is.

I figure a lot of low level undead would be a nightmare scenario yeah. Liches and vampires are trouble enough and they tend to stay isolated.

Yeah. Especially when most people can't really fight that well.

Want to be there?

Yeah. Though I promised Randy I'd drag him home for a bit after this.

That's fine. Crow says he's gonna let me use his gun, see how my aim is.

And Randy promised booze after he was done with what I presume is you time. Didn't get to drink at all for the party. So works out.

Sounds like a plan then.

[He salutes.] Looks like.

Sure I'll be fine, already starting to bounce back.

Well, that's good. Just remember even a bouncy ball has to roll under the couch sometimes.

That's what the booze is for. Help unwind.

Fair enough.

[He reaches over and pats Rean's knee since that's the easiest to reach at this angle.]

Watch, I really will be a super cool secret agent and Faito and I were right.

You're already on the way. Dusk's a great secret agent name.

It's very true.

I will disappear with the setting sun.

I hope not. But nice tag line.

I can stick around this time. I guess.

[Grinning.]