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[ Della's face pops up looking... well, like everyone else - exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally. She smacks her beak a bit, before speaking. ]

... So. That sucked.

[ Fully aware that's the understatement of the century, Della draws a breath, and tries again. ]

I think we could all use a nice, long breather after everything... and, gosh darn it, as Train Mom, that is my sacred duty. Hugs? Head on the lap? Head-pats telling you that you did a good job? A shoulder to cry on? Venting out all your feelings without judgement? I'm right here.

[ She slaps her chest, then slaps a small sign on on the sports/gym car. It reads

EXHAUST PILE WITHIN

But as she does this, Tidus enters the scene - Della jumps, surprised, almost forgetting his presence.

He just smiles, holding up two cups with steam coming off them, then addresses the video feed as well. ]

We're also making big batches of cocoa too. Any of you that're gonna stress bake? There's room for that room - s'long as you don't need a nap first.

[ It's a small chide though, his smile small but sympathetic. ]

I've gotten out some incense pots from the supplies - you guys who got your head thrown into a blender by that aash-- uh, that jerk, [ he takes a swift glance at Della, then back ] --it'll help you relax. Just some, but better than nothin'. I'll set some off in Momma Duck's air nest, but if you're not doing great and you think you need a pot? Tell me. Raven made a lot of good stuff for good nights sleep if you need any in the medcar, too.

... So, yes. Cocoa. Incense. Hugging. And if you want to sleep with friends for a couple nights, we got air beds and extra pillows in here. Nobody has to get up and go until they feel ready.

And if that's not enough, that's fine too. Maybe next month we do something a little more organized, if you have any suggestions - movie night, sleepover night, big eat night, whatever, I'm listening. And I'm here for you.

[ Action ]

And inside the sports gym, the pair can be found. They have a few airbeds blown up, but there's more that still need airing up if you pop in straight after their message. There's also a tremendous amount of pillows. If you want to help, get blowing, and make these airbeds look nice and comfy!

The transgate from the standard coach has mysteriously been moved to the sports gym's outer hallway. Who did that? But it makes it easier to bring in the cups of hot chocolate from the kitchens, and for anyone who wants to bring snacks to do so. Take a seat, remember to bring your sleeping bag and whatever else you want. Plushes, your own musical instrument to offer some de-stress medication of your own with a melody.

And there's an area where small incense pots burn away, a gentle mist rising up. It won't heal the mind completely, but it will offer it some peace. And if you're worried about nightmares, a few of Raven's sachets and teas are available.

So come get a mom hug. Come and offer hugs. Just come and get something out of the company, whatever it is. Tidus and Della - and others - will be here to give a hand.

The life you had might've been fake, but the people around you aren't.

((OOC: consider this a mingling post, where everyone is free to tag everyone else! be the comforter, the one offering comfort, both, whatever!))

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[consider8]

Eight had never met this person, but the way he is intent on his notebook was interesting. Further, he looked a bit like Ienzo -- a colleague of his, perhaps?

When she's feeling a bit more lively, she is going to poke around a bit to get to know more of this guy. Where she expected to see notes and scientific notation she instead finds... doodles? She's quiet for the moment, looking over his shoulder at his current subject.

[mustknow]

The proper scientific notes and ideas are on other pages, waiting to be transcribed! A task that requires more effort than he's capable of managing right now, and so... doodles.

Easier. Less thought. But it kept him awake, so that was enough.

He's aware of it as soon as he's got company but he doesn't see a reason to say anything for a while. Xehanort's no master artist, that's for sure, and the point of this entire exercise was to be around other people, wasn't it?

"I don't think we've met." There's nothing accusatory or hostile in his tone, he sounds as tired as everyone else looks. It's been quite a week!

[consider8]

Eight paused a moment, familiarity coming from the voice. Although she had seen the face around, that voice was... very distinctive and somewhat agitating. She shook it off for the moment, deciding to be cordial for the time being.

"I think you're right." She noted. "I couldn't help noticing your art. Do you draw a lot?"

[mustknow]

If there's any recognition on his part, it doesn't seem to show. Maybe recent events were just that tiring, or it didn't stick in memory or .. who knows, either way he doesn't seem hostile or suspicious about her.

"No," he admits slowly. "I'm just having trouble focusing. Doodling sometimes helps. And then it became about doodling. Maybe we do need an art car."

Then he could be doodling with oil paint and making a mess EVERYWHERE.

[consider8]

"I have been suggesting an art car every time we get the choice." Ink painting would be fabulous, and octo-ink would vanish before it became too much of a mess.

She leans in, getting a closer look. "Do you have more? Can I see?"

[mustknow]

"I've only been here for one selection so far." He didn't ask for an art car though. Next time it came around.. maybe he should.

Maybe after the recent abuses they'd all been through, the train would be eager to make up for it. Wouldn't that be nice? Then they could get an art car and something else..

There's a pause, and after a long reluctant moment he offers his notebook. "It's mostly notes and theories, but there's sketches throughout."

It's definitely not a sketchbook! But he's right, there's doodles everywhere. Every time he gets stuck on something, out come the doodles instead.

[consider8]

They are quite good, and she is taking a moment to look at the scientific diagrams... though a lot of it is beyond her ken. She weighs through both diligently, being careful not to crinkle pages.

She notices the bucket and mug of cocoa. "Oh!" She looks over to where her bucket is sitting, now currently occupantless. "That's me!" Far from being offended, she is amused by being an unknowing subject.

[mustknow]

"..Is it really?" He thought he'd spotted a tentacle a time or two but hadn't been quite sure, reluctant to add it. It could have been someone's pet!

And even worse now he knows it's someone else on the train. Well, he'd been doodling other people here, why not her too? Equality! "...Were you able to enjoy your drink like that?"

HOW WOULD IT NOT SPILL.

[consider8]

IT IS A MYSTERY.

"Yes. It was a bit hot, but I wasn't in any hurry. Why rush good cocoa?" Why wouldn't she be able to drink it like that, anyways?

[mustknow]

How COULD she drink it like that? He considers his doodle, then Agent 8 for a long, long moment, looking distinctly puzzled, before half-raising one hand then letting it drop again.

"But how.. did you keep from spilling it?"

Okay so these are important questions, she might simply be able to defy gravity!

[consider8]

Huh...? That was a weird question.

"By being very careful."

[mustknow]

As far as Xehanort can tell, she's describing tipping an entire mug of cocoa INTO a bucket she's occupying and not getting soaked in the process as 'being careful'.

He's dubious. "I think physics might work a little differently with you than I'm used to, if 'being careful' is enough."

[consider8]

"I think our bodies might work a little differently unless you, as a human, can somehow fit yourself inside a bucket." Which she'd like to see, actually. She's pretty sure the bones would make that problematic.