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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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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.

[Tell him about Jasmine.

sigh, well...]

It is very lovely, I quite like it. We have an aquarium. It's blue and nautical and very calming to be in. I may be biased, but I do think it is quite nice.

Right....right, yes, I was in there.

Randy gave me alcohol. Forgot most of the night.

I see. How did you like it?

Liked the stay before hand.

Hated forgetting. It was just one big black spot.

[There is a long pause.]

Fuck, I know why now, don't I?

I suppose so.

That's why I hated forgetting things.

Fuck, that's why I'm so good at manipulating, I had three years to practice.

[He's certainly sounding here now.]

God....damnit. What the hell even happened?

[she does not sound as though she's here more a sounding board for his thoughts, which is fine with her, honestly.]

I do not know, but I do hope you'll find out in time.

I guess I will. [And he doesn't know if he fears that or not.]

[But finally pushing himself up and...realizes he's straddling her.]

[Looking confused.] Wait, why am I....?

It is fine.

[Frowning, looking around. Seeing the remains of a chair.]

.... [His gaze snaps to her and he's looking her over more intently for damage.]

I am fine.

Did I attack you?

It does not matter.

Of course it matters! Hurting my friends was what the Counselor wanted out of me, I can't start falling to that now!

We are not friends, so it does not matter. You have not fallen nor failed.

Of course you're my friend, you're lying about me attacking you even though that makes no sense if you didn't care!

I am not. I do not have any and I am not permitted them. I said I am fine, nothing happened that I could not handle.

Don't give me that bullshit!

I just remembered three years of a man trying to mold me into a tool, to make me hunt down my friends, and the AI who they did...something! Terrible to!

I'm not going to pretend whoever convinced you of that stuff isn't a monster. I'm not because I had to pretend for three years that I didn't care about my friends. That I was being molded and manipulated into a tool they could use to either go after my friends, or at least be willing to blow up their bodies and dispose of their evidence. Three! Years! I had to pretend I didn't care.

I care about you, Amane, and nothing is going to change that, and me attacking you was a fucked up thing to do and you should be rightly pissed at me!

[Heated and fiery and so very ANGRY because he's just]

[Having Such A Time]

That is not my name.