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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

[schrodingerscockroach]

Controlled?

[malignstar]

You know, made to fall in line. Authorities don't like the powerful wild cards. They're dangerous.

[schrodingerscockroach]

I guess, but I'd almost think that's kind of the point with our group.

Like, we're special ops. We're supposed to do things most other people can't. York's an infiltration specialist, Maine's a beast, Carolina has good adaption and leader ability, North and South have different skills great for clearing a room, I'm just really damn hard to keep down.

Quality over quantity. Even if personality isn't the best, skills are worth it.

[malignstar]

No point to having a special ops if you can't control them when you need to. You're still doing a job.

[schrodingerscockroach]

But to treat someone like that....it doesn't feel quite....right.

[malignstar]

I'm right with you there. I don't think the higher ups care about that sometimes though.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Maybe not. But it's still weird having a special group with that kind of corruption...

[But it IS weird.]