EVENT: ~*~Heat Wave~*~

[trainmasters]

Who: Heroes! Old ones, new ones...!
When: Day 42, afternoon
Where: Around the train

[ Good news, everyone! Those pesky cicadas are gone at last! You might have even had a chance to relax, except....

Except for the heat wave.

It's like the worst parts of the last dregs of summer come to torture you with excrutiating heat. It's heat so bad you could swear that you've started melting yourself the second you step outside. It's terrible. At least with the cold you can add more layers on, how are you supposed to deal with heat?? You can't just walk around naked??

(That's not a suggestion.)

Here's the thing about the heat, though: It's bad enough that it's causing mirages-- mirages of people you may even recognize, people who are lost in the dark. People who will try to lead you into danger, people who don't want what's best for you after all....

That aside, you may or may not have noticed that there's some new teammates on the train! The notification appears cheerfully on everyone's Chains:

WELCOME NEW HEROES

And you may find yourself wearing a label you can't seem to remove until you've spoken to at least one other person: "Hi, I'm ______! Talk to me about ______!"

There's a mischievous giggle in the wind that you may recognize as the same one that ran the plants and secrets game. ]

[[ NOTES: You're welcome to make team posts if you like, or intro directly into this mingle if you haven't already. Until next month's placements, the heat wave will persist. Characters stand the risk of seeing castmates not in the game until that point, mirages from the heat. Enjoy! ]]

Comments

[malignstar]

Don't worry about it. So about this dollcraft? That sounds pretty tame compared to some that I've seen.

[voreaciously]

What have you seen?

[malignstar]

Stuff about terrorism, body-sharing, soulmates, being useless...

[voreaciously]

I see.

[malignstar]

Which is why I'd rather ask about yours. Seems less invasive.

[voreaciously]

It is what it sounds like. I make dolls.

[malignstar]

What sort of dolls?

[voreaciously]

Any sort, truly.

[malignstar]

What do you make them out of?

[voreaciously]

Whatever I choose. A doll can be made of anything if one is determined to do so, but I have a fondness for porcelain shells.

[malignstar]

Aren't those really fragile?

[voreaciously]

It depends on the sort of porcelain, but beautiful things are often fragile.

[malignstar]

That's true. Have you made any here?

[voreaciously]

Yes, a lot of porcelain is really quite durable and has its uses in industry. As for if I have made any here...no, I have not.

[and perhaps that's a problem. she'd feel better if she did, maybe.]

[malignstar]

Why don't you try one?

[voreaciously]

...I have not had the time, I suppose.

[she is not certain that is true.]

[malignstar]

What if I asked you to make one for me?

[voreaciously]

[that takes her by surprise and gives her pause.]

...You would like one?

[malignstar]

Sure. You could make one of Fang. I'd really like that.

[voreaciously]

...Very well. What will you be doing with it?

[which can be taken so very, very wrongly.]

[malignstar]

Putting it up in a special place in the car. I want it to be able to keep an eye on us for him.

[voreaciously]

That is nice.

[really very sweet, actually.]

What are your preference for materials?

[malignstar]

I'd prefer something that wouldn't be too fragile.

[voreaciously]

Very well, then. Painted or synthetic hair?

[malignstar]

Probably synthetic.