auroraexpress | (no subject)

Who: anyone
When: day 38, after noon
Where: in and around the train

[A gentle breeze keeps the afternoon cool. It seems peaceful around now, with the malice pushed back so far, unless you're heading to the island of concentrated malice of course.

It's a good day to relax and daydream.

Distantly you might sometimes hear the tick ticking of clockwork? Or it might be your imagination.

Speaking of imagination, if you think about things too hard you may find your thoughts and feelings shared with those nearby. Or even if you don't think hard at all.

At the mildest this might simply be like your thoughts and emotions being understood by others next to you, either in a vague or explicitly detailed way, but at the most extreme you might project shared delusions. Something like others getting to watch your own memories. Or fantasy sequences. Or inner monologues. Or maybe even blending you delusions with another's.

Whether it goes that far or remains a more telepathic/empathic thing is very random.]

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Any type you're looking for in particular. I do have a nose for these things.

[ Twitches his nose a bit ]

How is it that you intend to detect them with scent?

[they are by the water among other things]

A lot of effort. And worst comes to worst, I can just dig.

You know what shells smell like?

Uh oysters and clams?

I suppose I cannot stop you, even though you need not waste your time.

No problem, it'll be fun.

[ Starts staring down at his feet and moving slower as he looks for shells ]

As you like then, sir.

[but she will resume looking as well, gathering any she finds into a bag.]

Ah, Felix is fine. I'm not really a sir kind of guy.

[ Scooping up his own shells every now and then ]

Oh cool, this one's kind of purple!