the orient express

I think I've been enjoying this power loss a lot more than I did last time. It's still freaky, but it's better.


( Filtered to Sophia )



( Filtered to Maryanne )

Why does the train never take MY ability?

I'd be all for not being able to hear every nasty thing that goes through people's minds for awhile.

Although, maybe not right now. . .if I'd end up with something even HARDER to control.

I've lost my d

Does anyone happen to h

Excuse me, hello.

My name is January, and I'm missing something. If anyone happens to now have a dragon inside of them, please let me know. You can see her. Just look. She should be curled up and asleep and she likes to wrap her wings around herself.

That sounds strange

I'm not crazy

It's not just me and Ray and Lily, right? Everyone has that scrolling message on their phones?

And my magic's gone again. I think I'd rather have hallucinations.

Fucking train.

I've got the horn.

Literally.

[Audio, no video. A few seconds of silence, then the faint notes of a piano, and Harley began to sing.]

We were sailing along on Moonlight Bay
You could hear the voices ringing
They seemed to say
"You have stolen my heart"
"Now don't go 'way"
As we sang love's old sweet song on Moonlight Bay

I had angel wings! I ate a peppermint and I had angel wings! They were so neat! They moved!

How did I go from a graveyard to a train?

You know what would be nice, train? If one of these candies actually made me see any of this stuff.

I have a tail.

I HAVE A FREAKING TAIL. WTF TRAIN??

Stay away from the candy that look like M&Ms...unless you like looking like a smurf.

Well, that was weird. Being unable to touch anything except the walls and ceilings for twenty minutes was a little freaky.

Has anyone been able to work out that machine in the observation car? I put my hand on the scanner bit, and nothing happened.

Guess that's why it locked us out, yeah? To build a machine that won't work?

Oh my gosh! Snow! There's snow! No more grey!

I ain't never seen it this close before...

Ow for fricks sake! I think I just broke my nose.

I was gonna go look at the snow in the observation car... and the damn door is locked! I didn't even know these doors locked!

PROM VOTING

On one of the end tables in each parlor car is a large, empty Kleenex box, a stack of blank paper slips, and markers. Quinn has used the craft supplies in the baggage car to decorate the boxes so they say PROM VOTING.



Tristan has enchanted the boxes so they can neither be stolen nor emptied. Otherwise, it's free game - there is no protection against shenanigans such as ballot-stuffing, voting by those who won't be attending prom, or write-ins. Your character can comment here to vote or engage in monkey business; voting is open until prom on Friday night.

Taped to the front of each table is a list of the nominees:

PROM KING:

Tristan Werewolf
Jace
Marvel
Matt Prept
Cato

PROM QUEEN:

Quinn Morgendorffer
Clary
Lily Luna Potter
Sophia Peletier
Glimmer

I must say it's nice to wake up with my memory all back. Also nice to know I didn't do anything too stupid or anything while I was not remembering things about this train.

To anyone who ran into me or had to listen to me whining on the train twitter the past week or so-

I'M SO SORRY. Looks like I wasn't immune to the trainnesia after all. I used to be a real stick-in-the-mud, huh? A mood killer, a party pooper, whatever you want to call it. It's okay, I know. MY BAD.

Boy Howdy! Well, that was fun, wasn't it? What did I miss?? 'Cause last I checked there were a buncha vampires standing around looking hungry and I was wondering if I should let one bite me. Is that still what we're talking about? Did I miss the prom I can't go to?! Boring Dull Harley really isn't much for the important details. Someone fill me in! Give me the skinny!

Boredom makes you do crazy things.... Like sing obnoxious songs while skipping down the length of the train.

Anyone wanna join me in a verse of Henry the Eighth?

Okay, I don't know who's behind this, or what kind sick joke it is, but seriously, it's not funny.

What is this? Some sort of hazing for new Arkham interns? Kidnap you while you're sleeping? Some sort of sanity check before you're allowed to work with the real patients? Ms. Leland, if you're trying to asses my ability to cope with stress, I assure you it's more than adequate.

Pretty elaborate soundstage, but the view out the windows doesn't even look real. Nice try. Can we get to work now please?

-Dr. Quinzel