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[hot_mess_express]

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.]

Comments

[bad_crowmance]

It's really useful sometimes.

[ Like when Rufus Albarea is embarrassed and blushing and you absolutely have to take a picture of it. ]

Rean's such a worrier. [ He says fondly. ] Anyway, that sounds like a pretty damned good idea. I'd noticed about other senses responding differently at least-- touch and sound, at least, aren't matching up to what I'm seeing. I'll definitely pull out the chain if I'm not sure, though.

[ He's fine without second opinions, though. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

It really is. Especially now that I know how to open it. I have to catch up on good flustered Rean pictures.

He is. It's sweet. You're very lucky to have him.

Feel free to contact me if you need it. Apparently four hours is 'well rested' for me.

1/5.

[bad_crowmance]

You should send me some of those---

[bad_crowmance]

[bad_crowmance]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Wait. ]

Done.

[bad_crowmance]

....I'm lucky to what??

Re: Done.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Have him?

[Pause.]

Oh! Not like. You own him. [Because clearly that's why you went on a weird face journey.]

Just the whole dating, boyfriend thing.

1/5.

[bad_crowmance]

[bad_crowmance]

[ I'm sorry what? ]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Dating... thing? ]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Boyfriend thing? ]

Done. Again.

[bad_crowmance]

Look, you've definitely got the wrong idea here. I'm not-- we're not dating!?

Re: Done. Again.

[schrodingerscockroach]

....you're not?

[bad_crowmance]

Of course we're not, how is this even a question??

[schrodingerscockroach]

The way you talk about each other?

The way you look at each other?

Pretty much everything the other does in concerns to the other?

[bad_crowmance]

You've got the wrong idea. We're friends, partners. But he's not my boyfriend.

[ Just ignore the way they look at each other and talk about each other and--- ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

....

So you aren't in love with him?

[bad_crowmance]

You can't just ask people if they're in love with their friends!

[schrodingerscockroach]

....why not?

[bad_crowmance]

What do you mean, "why not?" Because he's my friend, obviously!

[schrodingerscockroach]

I would think that'd make it easier to talk about your feelings for him?

[Why wouldn't you trust your friends without question with your heart?]

[bad_crowmance]

I think you're missing the point entirely here.

[schrodingerscockroach]

...I guess?

[Still giving him a look.]

[This may be going into 'so THAT'S Crow's issue' box.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow has so many issues, have fun discovering them! ]

If you're looking for Rean's boyfriend, you should talk to Randy. But that's not me.