[mingle] the space (january).

[fracturamods]

interim mingle

( WELCOME BACK, TRAVELERS. )

There's nothing but the clatter of train tracks, and the odd feeling of almost floating.

When you wake, it's hard to tell exactly what it is that you're missing - only that you are. There are pieces that aren't quite right, even if you're not sure where those pieces would normally be. Pieces of what, exactly....? Well, if you had to put a word to it, it would be - yourself, probably. Or did you get something back recently?

The place you've found yourself in is strange, certainly. It's probably worth exploring a bit. Though it just as easily seems that the only form of welcome or explanation that you have, comes from nothing more than a slab of marble. It might've changed since the last time you saw it.

You might have changed since the last time you saw yourself too - perhaps with a new emblem on your clothes, or a portrait on your skin.

There's no need to fret that much though. You've already gone through the ordeal once, and you might be able to see results from it. Even so, it's best that you don't get too comfortable, because there is still the unshakeable feeling:

There's still much more ahead of you.

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[glooming]

[ Sometimes, you need to be a fashion disaster to be fashion forward. Her parent figure from home is more fashion forward than fashion disaster, but she doesn't judge what people wear. He probably has his reasons(?). That's what... someone would tell her, she thinks, even if she can't put her finger on who would. ]

.... Cuddle on the Beach.

[ The nonalcoholic version of Sex on the Beach. Utsutsu gestures for him to take it, if he wants. ]

[deadened]

[At first, she... gets a slightly blank look. Is that- an order, a request? There isn't a beach here, as far as he knows, and surely a stranger wouldn't... oh, the drink, she means the drink.]

Is that its name? I haven't... heard one like it.

[This place continues to be strange. It doesn't look bad, though, so he accepts it, picking the drink up-- and pausing a moment before he sips it. A small part of him is a little afraid he still won't be able to taste it, but-

He sips, and his face immediately lights up.]

Oh-!

[He can, and it's good-- it's so sweet is his initial thought.]

[glooming]

... There's no alcohol.

[ She was told that some drinks were sweet to combat the alcohol, but with no alcohol, she guesses it's super sweet? She wouldn't know the difference. Not yet, anyway. ]

They all have names like that.

[ She looks a little pleased that he seems to like the drink, though, even if he thinks it's too sweet. I'm happy, she thinks because she didn't mess that up. ]

[deadened]

That's... probably for the best. I haven't had it in a while.

[How would a freshly-living body react to alcohol, anyway-- he doesn't think he wants to find out, so he just takes another sip, still quietly marveling at it. There wasn't anything that tasted quite like this at home.

That thought from her makes his smile brighten a bit, too; if she's happy with it, so is he.]

It really is good, though. Are-- are you very familiar with these?

[glooming]

[ She shakes her head. ]

Someone told me about them.

[ She got to try one drink before, but with a limited amount of things to do here, she thought does this drink she was told about get served here? And.... here they are. ]