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[desirestruth]

Who: The Glitter Criminal
When: Day 42, Morning
Where: The Jackal Express

[Hey, Aurora. Do you hear that? A slight whining noise, barely audible over the noises of the train itself?

Well, early in the morning of day 42, that whine becomes a loud POP.

And now all the public cars and all of Senna is literally covered in glitter. Glitter rains from the vents. Shoots out from under seats. Glitter big enough to come in funny shapes. Tiny iridescent glitter that you're never going to get out of your clothes coats the windows, making the scenery glimmer. Glitter everywhere in every shape, size and color.]

Comments

[bluediligence]

[ WELL .............. ]

Uhm, maybe. [ That's a yes. ] But if it was something serious like PTSD, wouldn't I have reacted worse when you dropped a kitten on my face? [ Pets the kitty!! ]

If you wanna help, I won't say no. We'll need buckets and brooms, and, hm, maybe umbrellas.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Depends entirely on the PTSD. A lot of things can be triggers. Like I don't like being boxed in. It may also be what makes you nervous is sleeping alone, so gentle nudging is okay. But if say, a person fell on you instead of a light cat, then you might have reacted badly.

I'm not sure umbrellas can save us at this point.

[bluediligence]

Like when we first met. [ A good, wholesome, fun time that ended far better than it might have. She laughs, slightly wry, slightly sheepish. ]

An umbrella would make a good shield! Like if we're opening something and glitter comes shooting out like a fire hose. It's best to be prepared, you know.

[schrodingerscockroach]

A little bit, yeah. And fighting instinct, it might have gone more poorly if I was in a blind panic. [He can't be SURE, but it's a possibility.] Have you tried anything besides exhausting yourself?

....that does sound unpleasant, mostly I've just had it all fall on me.