Rean Schwarzer + "The Ashen Chevalier" + (
awakenerd) wrote in
auroraexpress2020-01-28 09:49 pm
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Who: anyone
When: day 57, afternoon
Where: anywhere it's a mingle
[This is a mingle but there is a comment in a Chain Chat to the whole train!]
Rean: A while ago some of us were discussing a festival where every team puts on a production, game, booth, whatever, maybe based around team bonds or interests.
What do people think? Maybe it's a good time to to talk about it again?
[Feel free to discuss with each other! Or just mingle as usual.]
When: day 57, afternoon
Where: anywhere it's a mingle
[This is a mingle but there is a comment in a Chain Chat to the whole train!]
Rean: A while ago some of us were discussing a festival where every team puts on a production, game, booth, whatever, maybe based around team bonds or interests.
What do people think? Maybe it's a good time to to talk about it again?
[Feel free to discuss with each other! Or just mingle as usual.]

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[like, she knows that people can pay extra sparks to watch in private but STILL it doesn't feel good to watch memories that aren't hers.]
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Still...my apologies. I invited myself, essentially.
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even if she'll never admit it.]
Well, it seemed...somewhat informative.
[in a wow ok remind me never to piss you off but it will still probably happen because i'm me kind of way.]
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I know enough now to wonder, whereas before I knew nothing.
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We had fought before, he and I, enough to know each other well. Both of us were holding back, buying time, though I think he did not realize I was doing so as well. His goal was to hold me off until his voidship was ready to launch; mine, to keep his attention until my Circlemate planted a hidden beacon on it. Still, it was a satisfying encounter, and he showed me more of his arsenal than I showed him of mine. We were far from the worlds I called home, and I was hunting something...a ship, I think, which was his charge to guard and guide. Our plan was to follow his Circle back to it.
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[she can guess some from context but not everything.]
Or do you not remember, perhaps?
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[considering again, for a moment, how to explain]
A Circle is a group of comrades. Five, by tradition, though I don't believe that's a requirement. An adventuring band of sorts, though held in more respect than mere wandering killers.
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[if that's what that even is because goddamn the powers being thrown around, but maybe that's fuckin typical of his world]
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