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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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[SORRY HE'S LIKE THIS]

Yeah, that's. . . one word for it.

[sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck now]

If it wasn't so weird and off, it'd be kind of aesthetically cool, though.

[ Makes a face, first at the arm and then at him. ]

If it'd been my choice to get it, maybe ... [ As it is, she's not inclined to be impressed. ]

Technology like this would be amazing for amputees back home.

[his mouth twitches, the smile that follows genuine]

Yeah; it absolutely would be.

[it's a pretty cool arm, it just. . . really sucks that she had it forced upon her. and thinking about that is making his hackles raise again]

[he swallows that down quickly, not wanting her to see him bitter and pissed off]

Hey-- those healing pods require payment in points, right?

[ Hums, thoughtful. Maybe there'll be some way she take the ... magic? technology? whatever it is, back with her when she goes home. ]

Ah, yeah! I don't know how much it'd cost for something like these, though. [ Loosely curls and uncurls her fingers. ] I've got a little less than two thousand at the moment.

[lifts a hand to his mouth and clears his throat]

What's orange and sounds like a parrot?

Huh? A ... a carrot?

[. . . . . . . . oh :(]

Y-- . . . yeah.

[:( :( :(]

[HIS PUNCHLINE]

[ ... omg ]

[ oH NO ]

... I'm sorry! You can do another one-!

No, no. It's all right.

There are no second chances when it comes to landing good jokes.

But you look like I just broke your heart!

That's because you did.

[JUST A TAD]

... Do ... do you need a hug?

[ OPENS UP HER ARMS?? ]

Only if we're both getting sparks for it.

[HE'S JOKING]

[-- he also isn't really the most. . . physically affectionate, but. sure. he'll step into that huge easily and without shame, even though the hug itself is kind of awkward]

[ HUGS ]

[ She's smol and partially made out of metal right now, but still, she gives a Damn Good Hug ]

[ Pats him on the back. ]

I'm sorry I messed up your joke.