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Bond post: gifts

Who: Heroes
When: Day 37, evening
Where: All the Cabins

[Rean is visiting YOUR cabin with a big big pot of hot pot and a smile. Or if you don't answer several knocks he'll leave it on your doorstep and your team can spirit it inside to share.]

Ginger | Thyme | Senna | Jasmine | Licorice | Clover

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[WELL]

Cool.

[he is a little impressed]

So you're like the men in black?

[he guesses it would make sense for someone who works for a top-secret organization dealing with aliens to have weird technology implanted into his body???]

....we could be.

I know alien stuff exists. I know ancient alien stuff exists. But when I try to think aliens in the present, it's all a blank.

Might be part of the job is hiding currently existing alien stuff from the masses.

[the meme guy is right ancient aliens are rEAL!!!]

Maybe.

[shrugs! he's got nothing]

You'd know better than I would. [a ppppause] But maybe you should lay off the voluntary human experimentation in the future.

[not that he's worried. or anything]

To be fair, I think that was a few years ago. Far less aches and pains in the memory.

But I'll try not to add more to whatever's already been done.

[thumbs up]

Self-preservation.

I really give off a bad impression, huh?

Mmmyep.

[popping that p for emphasis]

Just a little bit.

Not like I seek death.

Just reasonably confident I can take almost death.

[that gets a huffed laugh from Twilight]

I'm not about to scold you for it.

[he does what he wants to do and Twilight won't complain]

I trust that you know your limits better than anyone else.

.....been mostly good on that so far.

[Just pushed too far with Faito.]

[Maybe people had a point.]

[ah. . .]

. . . mostly?

[he probably doesn't yet know who is responsible for Faito's injury]

...I may have overestimated how long my mental fortitude lasts.

[llllengthy pause]

. . . need to talk about it?

....I might later.

I need to. Do something first. Or else I'm not going to get my headed sorted.

[He has to talk to Faito first.]

Mmm. Well. . .

[a casual shrug]

We're still just getting to know each other, but if you need me, I'l do my best to be a good listening ear.

[He looks over and he smiles. Reaching over to squeeze his shoulder briefly.]

Thanks. I appreciate it, really.

[just like the day before, he stiffens a bit at the contact. but not nearly as much, as though the trial and everything that came with it has helped him lower his guards ever-so-slightly]

In the meantime-- [appropriate subject change!!] I was trying to think of something the entire train could do for fun.

[Improvement is still improvement. At least the contact is brief.]

Oh? Do tell, I'm all about helping make parties. [Pause.] Now, at least. [He's pretty sure he wasn't a party planner his previous life.]

[well hey why not, we all pick up new skills as amnesics]

I don't have anything to tell yet. I was actually going to see if you had any ideas? Other than the Star Wars thing.

Might try to make movie night a regularly thing. Eliza wants to show off Jurassic Park too.

Possibly set up prank traps. Either people are amused or mad and you can turn around mad into more positive feelings.

Food is always good.

....beach party bbq might be a thing to do.

Edited 2019-08-02 03:49 (UTC)

[a beat]

Speed dating.

[HE SAYS WITH A MATTER-OF-FACT NOD]

Edited 2019-08-02 17:36 (UTC)

[He laughs.]

There's certainly an audience for it. Quite a few flirters on board.

Hm? And how would you know that?

[lightly ribbing; he saw Dusk's interaction with Rean earlier]

I know a disproportionate amount about people's love lives on this train.

[Also yes, flirting with Rean.]

[. . . . . . . . . wow. . .]

And you aren't sharing?

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