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auroraexpress2019-08-05 10:46 pm
hot_mess_express) wrote in auroraexpress2019-08-05 10:46 pm
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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.]
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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[so it was...the version of him, mostly. or an angel.]
Surprises are nice, sometimes.
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[flops onto his back, hands linked behind his head as he idly watches the sky]
I think I take mine black?
[that's what instincts say, anyway]
But I suppose I don't remember having it any other way.
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but she doesn't say anything.]
Black is fine one can appreciate its flavours as they are.
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I guess for most people that's pretty difficult. Most coffees have a strongly bitter taste.
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[she's only had the really really amazing kinds]
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[hm. FROWNS!!]
It's like how we still have muscle memory, and pop culture memory, I guess? I don't remember drinking anything other than good quality black coffee, but some part of me just instinctively thinks--
"Most over-the-counter coffee blends are made up of robusta beans mixed with hints of arabica, which is why they're so bitter."
[RANDOM COFFEE FACTS]
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I must have been a coffee god in another life.
[wait until he remembers how much he hATES GODS]
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For aesthetic.
[since, you know. unicorn kigurumi?? unicorn team??]
i laughed so hard
we all know akira is 100% about that aesthetic
[a beat]
Just kidding. It doesn't.
where is the lie
What is it, then?
he will wear the unicorn aesthetic PROUDLY forever and always
It's actually probably way too sweet for me. But if you like sweet things, you might enjoy it.
as well he should
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Mmmmaybe?
[he remembers making coffee, but not fancy frappuccinos, and he hasn't actually tried making coffee since arriving here. the stuff he had for clover he bought pre-made with sparks]
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[grins a li'l]
You'll be the first person I call.