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[hot_mess_express]

Who: Heroes
When: Day 36 night
Where: Back outside the train

[Well. You’re all in some kind of. State. A rather chagrined voice mutters on the wind;]

That isn’t quite how I envisioned it going…

[At any rate! There are new stars in the sky in ginger goldenrod, thyme apple and senna terracotta.

Well how are you all doing?]

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[nihilmancy]

...I appreciate gestures of kindness, but right now, they would just make me feel more pitiful. So I will just see how the others are, and try to get what rest I can, though I feel it shall be little indeed.

[survivaltricks]

I didn't--

[a small exhale]

All right. Let me know if you change your mind, though.

[ppppauses]

And. . . sorry.

[nihilmancy]

I, ah, I really do appreciate the thought. Right now I'm just too messed up for it.

...Ah, I need to shut up before I say things I may regret.

[survivaltricks]

[snort]

I don't see what's so embarrassing about admitting to being messed up.

I'm pretty sure we all are, in some form or fashion.

[nihilmancy]

I'm trying not to scream and panic and cry from all of the hallucinations telling me I'm a monster that deserves to die, and I think that they are, actually correct, so I think I'm more than a little messed up at the moment.

...I really should get going.

[survivaltricks]

[JESUS]

Ah-- no, let's talk about something else.

How's the weather? The night sky looks pretty colorful, doesn't it?

[nihilmancy]

The weather is wonderful when there isn't fog that changes your emotions.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . . . . .]

[he's starting to see what kind of place this is]

If only investing in fans was a valid solution.

[nihilmancy]

At least that only happened once.

[survivaltricks]

Llllet's hope the weather doesn't like repeat performances.

[nihilmancy]

I hate it. I hate it right now that I'm forced to tell the truth. I want to close myself off. So I think I shall take my leave soon, if you don't mind.

[survivaltricks]

[oh no. . . his attempts at changing the subject failed :(]

Go on, then. We can talk later.

Take care of yourself first, okay?

[nihilmancy]

[Wordlessly walking off, still looking queasy.]

[survivaltricks]

[nts: check on her later]