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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.

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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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(a.)

Please, of course Inigo is present at any occasion at all that involves hugging. Hugging might as well be his middle name.. if he had a last name, anyway. But it means that he can easily be found inside of the sports gym, having made himself some sort of comfortable pillow nest - but with plenty of room to spare.

For now he's lying there by himself though, reading a magazine that - judging by the cover - seems to be about dancing. Look, no need to be subtle about his interest in that anymore after this mission. There's another magazine next to him though, and if anyone passes by, he'll look up and address them with a smile.

"Hey, do you want to lie down here and read this one? It's about.. uh. Ferret people." Realising that might not sound like the most appealing thing ever, he adds: "The jokes page in it is so good, fur real."

(Puns are healing to the soul, right.)

(b.)

Or maybe you're the one who's made yourself a comfy pillow nest. Or you're just sitting there, or standing around. It doesn't matter what you're doing, because you'll find Inigo approaching you with a smile, speaking up with an: "Is that spot taken?"

Yes, even if you're standing. He's going to take that spot next to you, dangit!! Let him ~~love you~~ ~~hug you~~ respect your boundaries but still be totally open to hugs. He's at least keeping his voice's volume and energy levels down, considering people are here for resting.

for siebren

Seto hasn't moved too much for the last day or so. His dreams have been bright and expansive, but his energy is completely gone. It's almost like he'd run several marathons over the last week. But there's one small spark giving him a trickle of energy today, and that's Della.

Her enthusiasm and desire to draw everyone close echoes across the bond, and he's compelled to answer. So he drags himself out of bed, and begins a very, very slow trek up the train. He only makes it to the library before he slumps over a chair at an unnatural angle. If he just rests his legs for a minute...one minute and he tries to push himself up again. It's gonna take a few attempts, and when he sees a shadow approaching...

"It's nothing, I'm just...seeking coffee..."

Yeah, that sounds right.

at the gym-ota, two sub-prompts

Eventually, Seto successfully arrives. He drops almost immediately onto a beanbag chair from Games, dressed in his orange pajamas and holding a stuffed blue dragon with beady eyes on his lap. Does he care about how ridiculous this looks? Not really. He rubs his temple against a familiar headache.

"Anan might've slightly undersold the side effects of anchoring. But was that the only way to get volunteers..."

Or if you catch him at a less grouchy moment, he'll flash a tired smile. "We could stand to look a little more alive."

As promised, Della had made herself comfortable in a little nest of pillows. Up close, she looks even more exhausted than she did on screen - she's actually lost a couple of feathers, but it's not terribly noticeable. She's sipping on hot cocoa, looking forlornly at some papers around her lap - crudely drawn images of her kids, the one she drew in her world, and the ones she's drawn here on the train. Alas, she lacks photos of the real thing, though at this rate, it may not be long until she goes to the shop and sees about getting some.

But! As she hears footsteps, she lifts her head with a smile, and immediately opens her arms. She may need to have hugs as much everyone else does. Whether you're lifelong friends or this is the first time you've ever met her, she won't hesitate.

"Hey."

It's not much, but it's a start. It's up to you where things go.

He feels a little guilty that he didn't do what he thinks is enough, so Casper busies himself with set-up for the little gathering. Hammerspace makes it easy to shove things in and pull them out, warm and toasty or cold and fresh, whichever applies best.

Once things are settled he's wandering about, checking on people he knows and people who look down. He's willing to give hugs or a listening ear or whatever's required. He may or may not have Bob with him, and sometimes the raven goes off on his own to stare people down.

And once he's done a few rounds he tries to relax himself, either sipping hot cocoa or a blue bottle that has a thick layer of frost on it. He doesn't drink much, and he's not aiming to get drunk, but he does like the taste of this alcohol. At least he's making sure to not do it when the kids are nearby.

[Masumi might be dealing with anchoring induced exhaustion, but she can’t say no to company, so she manages to drag herself down to the sports gym with her sleeping bag in hand. Unfortunately, she doesn’t have the energy to do much once she gets there, so she ends up just plopping down on top of the bag in the first empty spot she can find.]

Alright, who else here is tired after anchoring? [She’s just talking to stay awake and not conk out right after getting there.]

Edited 2021-07-27 00:32 (UTC)

Jade sits in what looks like the first spot he found available to sit. He's holding a mug of cocoa, but it's not even steaming - which is weird, because there's no way he's been here long enough for it to have gotten cold naturally.

He looks tired. He looks like he's got something on his mind. And to those used to the feeling of loneliness - he looks like he misses someone terribly.

(And if you're thinking maybe he hasn't eaten, despite needing to get his energy back after having spent as long as he did serving as an anchor, you'd be right. Whoops.)

If you manage to catch his attention - which may be difficult, unless you're trying - he'll smile, brittle.

"Sorry, am I in the way?"

Edited 2021-07-26 21:47 (UTC)

My Safe Place

In one corner of the gym, there is a hot cup of cocoa sitting by itself next to a bucket. Periodically a magenta tentacle will extend from within the bucket, loop itself around mug, and pulling it into the bucket. This was nice. Eight was happy to be resting in the container and enjoy the company of the people nearby. The incense and people playing music is a nice touch. This was a welcome return to form and a happy moment to be with everyone.

Our Safe Place

If there was one thing that he friend showed her is that being completely on one's own was missing a lot of the experiences of others. So, she's now taking this chance to approach people. "H-Hello... would you like a hug...? Or perhaps we could share some time on a pile of pillows" The offer may be awkward but the intention was sever.

Social situations of any sort are certainly not things Xehanort is keen on. Now, or ever ... and yet he's turned up at some indeterminate point in standard issue orange team gear and commandeered a couple cusions to locate a spot against a wall and settle there. The choice of wall is less to avoid and more to simply have something to lean against; the weariness had yet to fade and nightmares and strange dreams were par the course but the promise of something to aid in relaxing couldn't be ignored. Even he has limits, and he's long since reached them.

It looks like he'd intended to try to do some work while here, with a tablet balanced on one knee and a notebook on the other, a single sentence transcribed from paper to digital before no further lines have been managed. Instead there's a series of meandering doodles, mostly of other people sitting around in the car. They're .. not that bad. Recognizable at least, and immediately so, but done in a slow and meandering sort of way that has done nothing at all for precision. Some aren't of the train, but things distantly recalled from Jinnjar. A couple especially iconic heros. A house, a rough scribble that might be a path through a park.

One of the doodles is a bucket with a mug beside it.

Xehanort does not have his own mug; sweets simply aren't his thing. Work is - and work is getting nowhere, only absent half-focus doodles.

Of course Zagreus is going to help Duck Mom Della with her relaxation time, and that means setting up, of course! He's happy to blow up mattresses, heat up water, and fluff up pillows into big piles worthy of being called a pillow fort by the younger Voidtreckers. He even brings in the four sets of sheets from his own sleeper car to set up more private spaces, stringing them along the ceiling to provide a little shelter for the particularly stressed and overwhelmed. It's not much, but the prince hopes it will help.

He's realized over the course of his time here that not many people seem interested in physical affection. Mortal customs have always vexed him, but not being able to hug most of the Voidtreckers due to their hesitance has left Zagreus with little to do but deliver cocoa and tea. He is of course happy to offer hot cocoa with or without marshmallows, or an assortment of herbal calming teas, whatever suits their fancy. His voice is soft and soothing enough to not disturb most people if he quietly offers them something to drink while they relax.

Cerbie, Zagreus' Cthonic Companion, did not seem to get the memo about physical affection. He ecstatically bounces around the room, eager to see all the Voidtreckers back from their latest venture. He has all the boundless energy of a puppy, yet none of the physical weight, being made only of stuffing and plush fabric and animated. He's happy to lick faces and hands with his plush tongue, climb into random stranger's laps, and of course swipe smaller pillows and play tug of war with them. He's also willing to settle and snuggle into someone if they don't seem to have the energy to play, his three tails wagging in unison.

Zagreus can be found much later at the lute, pulled straight from the music car. (Not sure who put it there, but Zagreus appreciates it!) He's set up in an unused corner, playing a calming tune, slightly bittersweet in its wandering minor chord progressions, but not offensive amidst the people simply trying to relax. Strictly happy music would only add insult to injury for the people who are in pain and seeking comfort right now, and Zagreus knows that. He also knows that he's hurting himself, but he's never been one to let his troubles get in the way of others' healing from trauma themselves. And so he'll play as long as others will let him, perhaps lulling some Voidtreckers to sleep, maybe helping others focus on something more than their recent struggles. He's pretty good for a guy who doesn't know much about the surface world.

Anyone paying attention and not stewing in their own grief may notice that Zagreus' feet don't seem to be on fire while he's wandering around the Gym-Turned-Sleepover Car. They look just like normal, human feet! How interesting!

Taiki hadn't gotten out of bed since the mission ended. Most missions found him ill and exhausted from the spilled blood and violence he had been witness to but he had also helped anchor people, to help them home and that had caused more exhaustion.

He was worried about everyone though. A lot had happened, no one was alright and he felt bad keeping to himself when there were so many people hurting and in pain.

He had made his way to the gym, glad that Della and Tidus had came up with a way to try and help. Hopefully most people had gotten healing and showered so it wasn't too bad to be among everyone again. Still he is clearly running a fever, far too hot to the touch and his legs shaking as he finds some of the incense and some pillows.

He sits quietly, half in meditation even if he is very much only upright thanks to the pillows at his back. He nods to anyone near.

"How are you feeling?" He asks softly. Believing they belonged somewhere, remembering what they had forgotten, they are feelings he knows far too well and it hurts that so many more people know that pain and confusion now.

If he sees someone he knows well enough his question is punctuated by his hands coming out to reach for theirs.

Lena was more than happy to settle in a bundle of pillows and blankets, but eventually she turns her little area into a pillow fort, set up with plenty of room inside for anyone who might want at least a bit of cover for whatever reason.

Inside the fort, Lena is sitting in a pile of pillows sipping on hot cocoa. She won't mind if you're there, and she seemed open to chat if anyone was so inclined. Otherwise she won't bother anyone who might be looking for something quiet and a little more private while still seeking a bit of company.

Kitty finds a spot to settle down, creating her own nest of blankets and pillows for her and anyone who wants to join her. As she gets comfortable, though, some might notice the dragon plushie that's sitting in her lap. And while normally she's a little embarrassed to admit that she still had the old toy, she finds herself enjoying the comfort of it now.

And though it's not very big, it does look quite huggable.

Leia was exhausted, but had to admit, this was a wonderful idea. And something that a lot of people sorely needed. Maybe they should make things like this a regular post-mission event in the future; even missions that weren't quite as... intense as the last one tended to leave everyone exhausted by the end in one form or another.

That was something to consider when she had more energy, though. At the moment, all she was up for was getting a cup of cocoa and finding a comfortable place to sit. And that would be where she stayed, mostly, soaking up and adding too the warm vibes in the room as she sipped her cocoa, though she was perfectly willing to sit and talk awhile with anyone who wanted to approach her.

( a: poking in )

early

who has an airpump on them!?

'gaaaahh'

( b: sports host )

doors

hey

( c: socialising )

magazines

( d: wildcard/other )

There's also getting back to the network post made, if you're so inclined, and there's a small bowl and a notepad left out (and pen!) for people to leave any ideas about what they'd like. A note too, to better explain:

Want something from home?
Think everyone can do with something?
Want a party later? A hangout?
Let us know and we'll see what we can buy!

Tell the train we want a break!
And tell it whatever else you want too.

(PS: We can't buy anything personal)

Or, come and bother Tidus about anything you like.

Usagi wasn't as exhausted as the others, but she knew others were and needed the affection and rest. And honestly, she could use it, too. Just someone or something to comfort her and let her sleep.

Thus, she'll be making a little pillow nest of her own, snuggling up against it in relaxation. She'll stifle a yawn as she gets herself comfortable, pondering briefly if transforming and letting the comforting feel of her uniform add to it...

She doesn't say much. Her experience had been...exceptionally rough. So much so that, emotions shut off she'd barely managed to help in the final stages at all.

The bullet wounds don't show under her jumpsuit, but the singed, uneven hair is a definite sign - as is the fact that, though she comes to the social event, she chooses a corner, fortifies it will pillows, and that's it.

Thanatos is here. Sort of. He's taken to helping out deliver food and drink to people and then taking way the used dishes after. He can shift locations. He's not tired. He's not emotionally drained. (Not in the same sense of others here, at least.) While he may not have the best service attitude, he does get the job done with efficiency. He even shifts outside the gym, to and from, to keep the noise low and the light show absent.

How often does one get a god of death doing fetch quests or dish pick up for you? Give him your orders.

... Or attempt to get him to join in the event, as difficult as he may be for it.

Did anyone want to hug this sunshine boy?

Probably not, he figured, but that was okay maybe he could help hand out hot chocolate for awhile.

He didn't look particularly tired, although he was freshly showered.

It might not be much but Prompto was offering a bright smile to anyone who came over.

"Here you go."

Rui felt numb.

She didn't want all of the attention, definitely, or the people around her, but there would be more room in the gym to spread out than her room.

Her pajamas were made up of white shorts and a white spaghetti strap top, one of many things that showed off her tattoo on her chest. She hadn't yet dealt with her glasses or her wig, she'd deal with it before she went to sleep.

Or maybe she wouldn't. It was that kind of night.

It had been nice to have family around her on the mission and taking that away seemed excessively cruel. Eventually she might just pull her pillow over her head just to block everything out.

Clearly someone missed the message on the network. Freeza would occasionally work out in the sports gym in the evening so as to prevent too much overlap between his sessions and those of the Saiyans. Usually it is not heavily populated, especially at this hour, so cue him rather suddenly stopping short when he enters to find it...quite full.

To his credit, when he does speak, it is directed at no one in particular and not said very loudly. "What the Hell...?"

Haha he almost said asshole.

Ple Two knows better than to try to play it too tough after all that, even if she's not the cuddliest kid around here, so she makes her way down to find a seat and some tea and relax where she doesn't have to let her mind wander on its own. She didn't have the worst of it, but it doesn't seem like anyone came out of that without a lot of stress.

"Being a normal kid... guess it could've been nice." Well, a slightly stressed out perfectionist kid, but it's hard to be worse off than her real childhood.

If there's one thing Death is an expert on, it's frightened and confused people. She's lived enough temporary mortal lives that it's... not exactly easy to shake it off, she'd never want that, but she can process it.

Process it well enough that she can come to the gym and seek out the ones who look a little more troubled. SOmetimes the best option is just to silently offer a cup of cocoa. She's a good listener, she can offer that too. Or just a silent sitting companion for a while.

Nozomi still felt drained. Despite having some extra time away, she was still rattled by everything. It was mostly due to what she had experienced and it wasn’t going away anytime soon.

Right now, though, she’s busy making a pillow fort. If she has to get chairs and blankets for this, she will.

Wanna give her a hand? Or a shoulder?

Haneul is mostly lurking around the edges of the gathering for now. He's not feeling particularly social, and he's not sure he really needs a slumber party and associated pampering the way other Voidtreckers do.

Not that he'd had a particularly easy time either. Waking up as early as he had meant he'd been under the constant stress that comes from fear of discovery, something he's all too familiar with after his stint in the SSP's laboratory and the time he'd spent waiting for them to hunt him down afterwards. Being reminded of the family that's currently and possibly permanently lost to him hadn't helped either. Nor had being given what amounted to his dream career, minus the people he'd want to actually have that dream career with. And then there'd been the part where he'd been more or less mode-locked as Lucy for the duration, with Lucy themself having to take over directly after he'd been knocked out during the evacuation because he's a shitty fighter. And... okay, maybe he's having a hard time right now too. But that doesn't mean other people don't need this more.

Regardless, he's here, and he's got his trusty music player close at hand just in case. He'll help out where he can (inflating airbeds, stealing away to the kitchen to make snacks), and he'll do his best to provide comfort to other people as needed, but actually asking for that sort of thing himself? Nah.

(Just ignore the thousand-yard stare.)

Edited 2021-07-29 10:42 (UTC)

a. Rich is pretty sure he had an easier time than most who had to go through that mess, but he's feeling the exhaustion come on pretty hard too. He decides to compromise with his need for rest and his need to help others by gathering together a pile of pillows, laying down on it, and passing out... but not before placing a note beside him.

If you need anything at all, you can wake me up. Or consider this permission to cuddle me. Can't promise I won't hog the blankets, though.

He has a teddy bear with him too... he hasn't let anyone see it before, but at this point, most people don't care about his eccentricities, and have found out far worse about him anyways. So the fuzzy little friend, bundled in felt bandages, is being held tight as he sleeps. Maybe that's something to tease him about when he wakes...

b. Once he's got his energy back, Rich decides to make the most of it by hanging around in an area where people are still awake. His teddy bear is still beside him, and he has his guitar in his lap, like always.

"Need me to play a lullaby? I'm down." In fact, it might work even better than usual... Rich is certain his magic from that other world is gone, but in fact, the small amount of it left might make his voice just that much more soothing.

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