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[awakenerd]

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.]

Comments

[awakenerd]

Okay. Don't hurt yourself. Right now it's okay whoever you are. I just want to know if I end up talking to anyone else, does that sound fair?

[schrodingerscockroach]

There isn't supposed to be anyone else. It's not-I'm not-

[Breathing is getting erratic again, far too quick.]

[awakenerd]

Shh, shh, breathe. Keep breathing. Breathe in time with me okay?

You're okay.

[schrodingerscockroach]

I'm not-I can't-I'm just-

I'm only me, can only be me-

[awakenerd]

A pretty good sentiment. Do you think you can talk it out without panicking too much? After all, you can still feel me right? I'm real.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Are you?

Am I?

Just stuck in another cell with memories always memories the memories that never go away-

[awakenerd]

We're both real enough to count.

Here, look, you can reach out and touch the things around us. You're not imagining anything.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Could be a simulation...

[And that's the Epsilon cadence.]

[awakenerd]

How good are simulations where you're from? Can you taste things in them?

[schrodingerscockroach]

Doesn't matter when...

When....

[Frowning in confusion.]

[awakenerd]

When?

[schrodingerscockroach]

When...

[Just trails off and now he's just starting to zone out hardcore.]

[awakenerd]

[Oh well, time to risk some aggression. He warps an arm around Wash and ruffles his hair.]

Come back to me, okay? Present time.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Hand shoots out to grab his wrist of the hand in his hair.]

[He blinks.] Don't. [Harsh, firm, even as he closes his eyes and shakes his head.]

[awakenerd]

Okay. Do you think eating something might help ground you?

[schrodingerscockroach]

Food...too much.

[awakenerd]

Okay. I could carry you somewhere more comfortable but you might not be keen on the holding aspect.

[schrodingerscockroach]

No. No, that. No.

....guide.

[Because he doesn't trust his own perceptions.]

[awakenerd]

Okay, keep hold of me. Do you want to go to your cabin?

[schrodingerscockroach]

Cabin....?

[awakenerd]

You stay in a glittery rainbow train car with the rest of your team.

[schrodingerscockroach]

....new kind of hallucination....

[awakenerd]

Nope. Just your words new reality.

[schrodingerscockroach]

New reality is usually a hallucination.

[awakenerd]

Well, I feel real to me.