mingle!

[grimpa]

Who: anyone!
When: Day 6, morning
Where: the lounge carriage (or, like, wherever, I'm not your boss)

[What's shakin', heroes? That sure was a trial last night, huh? What's on the agenda this morning-- still exploring, for new folks? Having team talks in light of having two trials'-worth of info on how this stuff is gonna go? Cooking something up in the public kitchen? Taking memories or testing out new powers? Playing with new purchases from the sparks shop? Just hanging out in the lounge? You do you; everyone's gotta find their own path on their magical interdimensional spacetrain journey.]

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[grimpa]

[Having made a killing between his team winning in the trial and waking up to an event, this scarred-up Thyme is broadcasting not one, but two memories this evening!]

[In the first, Fang sees a girl around his own age (~late teens at the time) seemingly struggling to climb down to the river. He approaches her, grabs her arm to pull her back onto the shore, and says something dismissive along the lines of "Did you think you'd be able to cross it yourself? Pay more attention to your limits. I'll carry you." The girl seems flustered and confused, but gets on his shoulders like he asked, and he wades across the river with fast-flowing water nearly up to his shoulders in places. When he reaches the opposite shore, he lets her down and walks off without another word. cw suicidal ideation: image 1, image 2.]

[And after a moment to blink away his impressions of that-- the second is just a few minutes of Fang sitting cross-legged on the floor of his house, carving an individual rail for a crib. Other completed rails and a mostly-completed headboard are scattered on the ground around him, in a room that's clearly lived-in but a little plain and bare bones.]

[crimeson]

[oh, honey...]

Yeah, I thought my impression of you was right. Looks like these prove it.

[grimpa]

[--goes RED]

What?

[friskmanagement]

[It's another guy in Thyme clothes. That means he's a teammate, right?

You watch what happens on the screen. After it's done, you blink and look at him.]

You really crossed a river with someone else on your shoulders?

[grimpa]

[looks down at them...]

...It appears that way. You must be one of the children.

[bowtiedbones]

Oohh? Who's she? She's cute.

[grimpa]

--I don't know anything more than you do!

[WHY WAS I MAKING A CRIB]

[ghostfromthemachine]

...

An experienced piggy-back giver, I see.

[ where the heck did she come from. ]

[grimpa]

[where the heck DID she come from. also, he's kinda blushy]

...It probably wasn't a common occurrence.

[ewestmarch]

[Just exploring, actually. It's much harder to accept whatever the fuck is happening when you have your memories.

But she's never seen ...a moving picture before, even one that isn't a memory, and she stops abruptly when she sees ... through the eyes of someone clearly not on the train or on this dark world.]

Where... is that?

[grimpa]

[???? looking between her and the TV screen, after his own memories had played]

On the screen?

[ewestmarch]

[Screen, okay, this is another new one. Like a paper divider for privacy, that makes sense. Its white, its flat.]

No, where's the river? And the apartment?

[voreaciously]

[There is a burning smell as food burns on the stove in the kitchen and one (1) Jasmine lady on the floor. There are golden gemstones embedded in her skin.

Her eyes are open, but she is unresponsive. And also not breathing!

She is probably fine.

If you try to move her and you are a person of ordinary strength, you will notice that uh, she weighs a lot! Literally hundreds of pounds (Three and a thirdish, to be more specific).]

[crimeson]

80H!!!

[THIS IS KIND OF WHAT HE WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU WALNUT!! not specifically this because what the fuck, but.

dropping to his knees and checking for a pulse.]

[voreaciously]

[wow CALL HER SOMETHING A LITTLE LESS PLEBIAN!!

like a macadamia

anyway she doesn't have one! rip

i mean, you know, because she's dead but]

[friskmanagement]

[You wanna start remembering stuff eventually, right? Well, you've gotta spend some of these tokens for that.

You could use two to remember something privately. But you decide to just use them to broadcast two memories publicly instead and just hope nothing too weird or embarrassing is in them.

The first... ... ... goes poorly.

The second... ... is a little better.]

[bowtiedbones]

What a rude weed!

[friskmanagement]

[You hold your stomach as you sit one one of the couches. It doesn't really hurt, but it's still kind of disorienting since you just lived through basically getting shot.]

Geez....

What the heck was his problem.

[nihilmancy]

[Blinking in befuddlement. That sure was weird.

Suddenly she wants a goat mom.]

[batshitty]

Wow.

I always knew flowers were untrustworthy.

[ says the flowering tree ]

[bowtiedbones]

[Eliza is... in the Clinic?? upstairs on the second level, where the heavy duty healing pods are.

She's fine though, sitting on a cushion and painting her nails where the polish smell won't bother anyone. maybe she'll do your nails too if you wander by, if you don't mind rocking Thyme colors.]

[nihilmancy]

[Tabby is going through the Clinic again out of a desire to stay prepared- she's clearly seen that serious injury is a very real possibility.]

Oh, hello.

[acts_her_age]

[EXPLORING............]

...Hiding away?

[nihilmancy]

[Today when Tabby is out and about, her eyes are rimmed with blue kohl.

She's looking through the lounge and other public cars, growing increasingly exasperated.]

This train needs a library.

[acts_her_age]

[a tiny girl is flopped on one of the lounge couches-- she had been just observing the movement in the car quietly, but hey, library is a good idea]

You could always start one. If you were feeling generous.