video | orchestra three, dimmed evening hours

[jingyeets]

( Jingyi flops back to be sitting on a bed (large! well, double versus the twins of the cabins, so anyone who's in the doubles carriage is already used to this, lucky buds. He gives the ICP a look after sighing, holding up his hands in a stopping gesture. He keeps his voice lower since, well, this talks into cabins and some people are likely asleep, but: )

Okay, so, right. How do people sleep alone? It's so quiet! The big bed's nice, but I'm waking myself up here.

( He doesn't do pleading as his best look, but here, have a twenty-one year old making a Beseeching Expression to the people awake enough to have noticed the ICP up and talking. )

Anyone up for a four night sleepover or something? Elidibuses need not apply.

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[jingyeets]

Are they better than the cabin beds?

( careful, Nell, he's going to believe whatever she says on this. )

Yeah, for yourself and your sisters. Do you... hey, did you want your dog's names on the memorial stone? ... Or anyone else's. It's not just a thing for people or creatures who've been on train, is what I mean.

[nell_of_soulwood]

Some are, some aren't. And some that are pretty cozy for someone my size wouldn't be as comfortable for a tall man.

[Oh how she hoped he was right.]

I hope so.

[Her breath caught.]

Would you? My dogs and maybe Leah?

[jingyeets]

Yes, anyone and anything you'd like. It's a memorial stone for the lost and missing. Who that is for you only you know, so... look, if you write them in your language, I can make sure to get the train to not translate it for me, so I can carve them in like that on the stone too.

[nell_of_soulwood]

I would like that. Very much so.

Thank you.