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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

[voreaciously]

Something could have happened, but...I am sorry.

[even if it did, it's not going to make him feel less abandoned. Those feelings are still valid.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

I fooled him.

The counselor. [He's just kind of sitting on her now, grip loose.] I lied and pretended he was manipulating me until I could get what I wanted out of him...

[voreaciously]

Very clever of you.

[she files a note of that away automatically, she cannot help it.]

But you got out. That is what is most important.

[schrodingerscockroach]

No.

Destroying them is. Hurting them. That's most important....

It's all that was left.

[voreaciously]

That is not going to happen for some time, if it ever does. There is nothing left of them right now.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Of course there is.

Always is.

That's....that's why...Temple.... [Frowning, eyes still hazy, but it seems like his brain is starting to try and engage with further information.]

[voreaciously]

No. It is only us right now. Everyone on the Aurora and the prince and his cohort.

[u gotta let this go, maybe?]

What about the temple?

[schrodingerscockroach]

Temple.....Temple wanted to kill Freelancers...he was killing them for something we did.

What Carolina did. Locked us in..... [closing his eyes and trembling because too close, too close to being locked up]

[voreaciously]

You are free now.

[hopefully, that reminder will help]

[schrodingerscockroach]

It was...it was after...it was years...years...

[A pained sound and he just kind of curls forward, head on the floor besides her, a hand braced on the other side of hers, the other gripping his head.]

Fuck.

[voreaciously]

[gently reaches to touch his back, gauging his reaction before doing anything else]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[....how close to his neck on his back is the real question]

[voreaciously]

[not at all close to his neck because she's not a moron]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Just checking!]

[He doesn't jerk back or lash out, at least. He's just...still. Breathing hard, but at least not hyperventilating.]

[voreaciously]

Do you wish to go back to Clover...?

[starts to rub in small circles, slowly]

[schrodingerscockroach]

....

State facts. Present facts.

[He sounds more stable, at least.]

[voreaciously]

Um. It is afternoon, the Instructor is out and about once again, it has been fifty-seven days since this mission started for those who have been here since the start, we are on a new star that heavily features confectionaries, said confectionaries are largely edible and safe, though some are alive and trying to kill us, as usual...

[schrodingerscockroach]

Names. Specific names. I....missions too vague, days for what, I need-

[Sugar stuff a bit too new to fully parse.]

[voreaciously]

I am 80H, Instructor Rean Schwarzer has returned. We are on the Aurora. Is that better?

[schrodingerscockroach]

Aurora. Train. 80H and Rean. On...one...Jasmine and Ginger?

[voreaciously]

That is correct. I am on Jasmine. He is on Ginger. There have been many new people of late, as well.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Not new. [Too much for his brain to go with.]

Team names. Jasmine, Ginger....Thyme....?

[voreaciously]

That is correct. Tell me your team.

[schrodingerscockroach]

My team? My team is red-no it's blue? Pink? Cream?

[voreaciously]

Pink. It is Clover.