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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

[overworker]

[At the end of all that, Towa's speechless. It's clear nothing about the last memory was fine and she can't blame him for the state he's in. While she hasn't spoken with him before, she wants to help.]

Take deep breaths. [...] Would you like some water?

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Definitely not fine. The most not fine ever. It isn't even okay.]

[What's worse is he's not responding to her, shaking, breathing harshly, more gasping than anything, fingers twitching at his neck.] Stop stop-why won't it-

[overworker]

[Not good. Towa kneels in front of him and reaches for his hand as gently as she possibly can.]

Stay with me...

[There isn’t a lot she can do against such memories but— leaving him like this is out of the question. So she’ll just have to try and do the best she can.]

It’s over now.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He jerks away at the touch, shoving himself agaibst the edge of the seat, eyes wild and unseeing as they snap to her.]

Who-

[overworker]

[She lowers her hand and gives him his space.]

A-ah! Sorry... It's... my name is Towa Herschel, of Thyme.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[His hand reached out for her and hesitates. She's tiny and unfamiliar another new nurse????]

Time?

[overworker]

[She doesn't move away. She's glad to see he's calmed down a bit for the moment.]

Oh. No, no... thyme... like the spice.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Spice? I don't understand-food?

[Send new nurses with food because he won't try to escape, won't hurt someone just doing a job, chosen for a job because they're still expendable-]

[Can't touch, can't seek comfort, they're taken if there's genuine attempts to help him-]

[overworker]

Um... it might be pretty complicated to explain right now.

[That memory really put him through a lot. She doesn't want to push him too hard.]

Buuut if you're hungry, I'd be happy to make you something!

[schrodingerscockroach]

8sn't that your job? Food and medicine...

Did I take medicine-?

[overworker]

Sorry, my medical knowledge is very basic and limited to physical therapy. But I do know how to cook.

[Towa has no intention of lying to him so--]

I'm an instructor actually-- Thors Military Academy Branch Campus' Class IX, Military Finance.

[schrodingerscockroach]

What.

Don't need-need physical therapy, I'm- [An AI? A super soldier? Scientist????]