Naeva dos Martos (
desirestruth) wrote in
auroraexpress2019-09-15 03:31 pm
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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.]
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.]

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Interesting. Our beliefs say that the world, and what dwells on it, was created by the actions of the gods we now call the Father of Winter and the Mother of Summer, which separated from one divine Presence. I don't actually know if anyone ever asked Them, or if it was inferred.
But then, all of the nightkin are considered under the Night Mother's domain?
[Desdemona thinks asking gods noisy questions is a Horrible Idea, Pen, for the record.]