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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]

I am not remotely a good person.

[malignstar]

Yeah? I'm pretty sure I have a violent alternative personality. I'm not here to judge. I just know you've always been a good person to me.

[voreaciously]

That is likely not your fault, though?

[she temporarily ignores the rest.]

[malignstar]

Doesn't matter, it's who I am. But I'm not going to let it control me either. Just like I'm not going to let whatever reason you have for thinking you're a terrible person control you.

[voreaciously]

It does not control me, it is simply the truth.

[malignstar]

Like I said, it doesn't change how others see you based on your actions here though.

[voreaciously]

My actions here have not been of good note, regardless, so they should not be difficult to disregard.

[malignstar]

What's not been good about them?

[voreaciously]

They are entirely done out of self-interest.

[malignstar]

So? Isn't that why most people do things?

[voreaciously]

I've known people to think and consider others.

[malignstar]

There's always people like that.