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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]

[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????]