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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.]

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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...

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.

No.

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

It's all that was left.

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

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.]

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?

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]

You are free now.

[hopefully, that reminder will help]

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.

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

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

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

[Just checking!]

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

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

[starts to rub in small circles, slowly]

....

State facts. Present facts.

[He sounds more stable, at least.]

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That is correct. Tell me your team.

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

Pink. It is Clover.

Pink. Clover.

Lot of pink in Clover. Kid friendly. Really weird. Unicorn clothes and overalls. Teammates-teammates-

Not Clover. Tell me about Jasmine.