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[hot_mess_express]

Who: Everyone
When: Day 43, Nighttime
Where: The clearing, now no longer a beach

[ The beach fades away, leaving everyone back in the comfortable and familiar surroundings of the clearing and their-- beloved?-- train. There are some new stars in the sky, twinkling in ginger goldenrod, thyme apple, senna terracotta, jasmine blue, and clover pink.

The sound of a giggle fills the air and leaves behind bubbles-- touching one will give the uncontrollable urge to hug the nearest person. They will persist throughout the night. ]

Comments

[voreaciously]

Very well, I will retract one of those statements, but I still stand by the fact that there isn't anything to discuss, because there is not. Kindly let it go.

[daydreamshimmer]

A retraction is just in the vein of an apology which is yet again negated by yet another insult. Getting ruder by the second.

I told you how I'd let it go. I need proof it's not a cry for help.

[voreaciously]

You are all so meddlesome.

[that she will not take back and this is not getting anywhere.]

You may think of me as you will. Rude, terrible, you are likely right and it matters not. I see this will yield less than nothing. Good day, Miss Solar Flare.

[daydreamshimmer]

I told you how to make me not meddle, miss cry for help.

Rude and terrible self esteem. You think you can't ask for things thus why you're terrified of 'I' statements.

[voreaciously]

My self-esteem is fine.

[she is just going to leave now.]

[daydreamshimmer]

It's one of several theories for your problem, rude Miss Cry For Help.

[She will let her walk away though.]