[ OPEN ] "would you calm down a little bit"

[blitzcheer]

Who: Tidus and You!
Where: All over! Armoury, standard coach, training gym, sports gym, and games car
When: Merriment 16 - 20
What: Supplies moving, setting up games and exercise equipment, watching that sports game Tidus is really into and also catching a case of home lifesickness!!
Warnings: Last prompt has connections to death/disappearing, but nothing to do with suicide or negative thoughts.

[ DAY 16 ; armoury car ]

"Heyyyy. Uh, so it looks like the train added the lockers I was hoping for. Since Light left, and Tobes's been gone for a while...," Tidus adds with a mutter, already not sounding that pleased, "--I'm puttin' everything from the supplies into them, 'kay? The healing, shields and weapons. There's a tablet with a list of what everything does and how to use 'em. It's voice-automated too.

So...yeah. That's it. See ya."

It's far from confident, the usual casual-sounding that's Tidus been heard over the ICP, but it's on par to whenever he talks about supplies. Lightning's leave already has his mood down, which is an evident sight to anyone who comes to the armoury, where he made the call (and then switched off, not interested in holding a conversation over the thing). There's nothing exciting going on: just suitcases on the ground with their lids open, the array of healing and weaponry waiting revealed inside that's to be stuffed away.

Maybe you come because of the announcement; maybe you're just passing by. You might hear a "shit!" hissed when one of the finger-sized bottles go rolling towards the other side of the carriage from where Tidus is. His movements are sluggish, and he wears an unguarded, doleful look, uncharacteristically quiet. Unless he notices anyone lingering, or just catches someone's eye -- then he'll pull on a smile, and give a simple "Hey."

Or, he's just taking a second to look at locker and its supplies once it's filled, his back to another locker, sitting on the floor. And you might hear him say-

"Hope you kick that god's ass, Light."

[ DAY 17 ; training gym - standard coach ]

( a: treadmills cw cw inigo don't look )

But he's being better by the next day, or seems to be. In the early morning he's in the training gym, pulling odd square containers out by a wall, with what appear to be bars curled around the sides. To anyone whose attention he gets, he offers cheerily: "Hey, how about a go on one of these?"

It takes some pressing in the right places, and then, the 'box' stars to unfold, turning rectangular while the bars raise - and it turns into what's essentially a treadmill.

"Ever seen one of these?"

Or, he could already be running on one, while the second sits there, a spare waiting to be used. Hop on! Tidus won't stop you.

( b: standard coach - blitzball )

There's a few close CR he might push to join him, but if you're friendly with Tidus and you happen to passing through, he might usher a hand, stop you from where you were going.

"Hey, hey! Wanna see me in a blitzball match?"

He's at a table, a device rolled out and a picture taking up the entire 'screen' and an energy drink open. There's footage similar to this to behold (note: without city destruction), with Tidus perhaps present an outfit like this, and his hair blond. Or, you might even get a chance to see him a year younger, in an outfit the same the rest of his team -- and with his hair a brown.

"Oh man!" He says through a laugh. "I can't believe it got video of me like this! This was when I was starting off!"

[ DAY 18 ; sports gym/games car ]

( attempt a: whomp whomp )

Tidus has got a plan. He's had a plan for a while, thanks to Roland, but now is the time to achieve it. It starts somewhere around morning to noon, after breakfast. There's notices slapped on the outside of the sports gym doors, written in fat felt.

'USING THE SPACE 2 MAKE A POOL'

'SWIMMING POOL INSIDE'
One on one side, one on the other. You might get to read them, before the troubles, or after. What are the troubles? That would happen to be when a sound like the equivalent of a bomb going off sounds from inside the gym, and before the doors can be opened from outside, they slam open from within - and water floods out into the hallway, possibly knocking anyone out there off their feet.

The good of the situation: the water is only knee-high deep on an adult. The bad of the situation: ...the car is flooded, welcoming any unsuspecting person who welcomes through the sports car (and thank goodness someone moved the transgate back out). Tidus can be found inside the car - that's impressive flooded from one end to another, in swimming shorts and coughing up water, while a blue pal is floating on the water the opposite end, wiggling and squeaking 'hiiigle!! piggle!!' desperately. ( But, they're only visible to those with a good heart/of good intentions. )

A plan may have not gone off right here.

( attempt a: dingdingdingding! )

"I've got a pool going in the gym for an hour or two! Come join me if you want!"

But by some miracle, they finally get it right. This pool doesn't take up the full length of the gym but one half of one side, away from the walls and about half the size going up from the ceiling. Tidus might be seen inside the water, or just enjoying floating above it; his blue pal nowhere but to seen, but for those who sense energy, may be able to discern there being entities with the water, that is otherwise nothing more than fresh, natural water.

Grab some shorts from the spa car, come and gawk, complain about the room being used up or whatever you like. Tidus dives into the water and reaches out of the 'wall' of the water, to a large trunk homing pieces of coral, breaking it off and bringing it into the bizarre pool - where it shatters into pieces, and the water wobbles...in delight??

[ DAY 19 ; sports gym - standard coach ]

( a: dance dance dance!! or shoot shoot shoot!! )

Oh no, he's in the sports gym again.

But don't worry, there's no water. This time, there's a holographic figure being projected from a round disk on the floor. About as defined as a wii fit trainer, they stand idle as Tidus - dressed appropriately - flicks through a screen of settings.

"Wanna give it a go with me?" Tidus offers, always happy for company. The dance difficulties he goes for are simple to follow, and there's the option of finding him with Inigo for company, if you want to up the potential for dumery. Two guys just doing repetitive dance moves, and if Tidus happens to catch you staring (though, he really needs to keep his eyes on the coach!), he'll grin and challenge, "Think you can keep up!?", in all his usual daring nature.

( Warning: if Inigo notices a girl/woman looking at him them, the possibility of him shrieking is 90%. )

But when isn't Tidus like that? Always up to something, and willing to include another. There's a new addition in the games carriage that Tidus has been having goes on, aiming to raise his highscore. Look at this wonderful gameplay.

( attempt b: 3am thoughts )

But there's more than only his usual buzzing energy going on with Tidus. He can be found in the standard coach on some of the later nights; another energy drink opened, indulging in a fizziness a guy like him shouldn't be so late. The tablet device sits on a simple stand, while his head rests in his folded arms, watching the blitzball footage.

To some, he just looks focused on whatever he's watching - intensely so. But if he happens to notice anyone come in (a 50/50 chance), he pauses the video, or just brings the device down -- like a guy trying to hide his shame, head turned towards the window, his face a warm pink. He might look back with a not-trying-to-appear-awkward "Hey" if he recognises the person - but otherwise, just, you know. Acting like he didn't do that!

Nothing weird about him, bro.

[ DAY 20 ; sports gym (late) ]

( note: prompt has some allusions to death, may involve talk related to it; nothing negative/suicidal! )

It's late again, and Tidus has something he wants to find out.

Why? There's a few reasons in his head. A few thoughts have been in his head, leading him into the sports gym, out of the way. He could go somewhere more private like the quiet car, but Tidus likes the sports car, spends most of his time in it. He likes the space and silence, as empty as it is right now.

He has a device on him, and he's counting down the time; his SCA on the floor next to him, in easy reach.

Counting how long it takes for his skin and the rest of him to start to discolour, shimmering into greens and blues; until it becomes see-through, until it gets to a point that it scares him, and he can't countdown any more and needs to grab his SCA again, all he can grab at that point.

But as late a time as Tidus picks to do his experiment, maybe he ends up not the only one there, caught with his eyes on the tablet device, ears not picking up on the doors farther away from him when they open.

Unless the person is particularly loud - then he'll reach for his SCA, and scramble to get it on quickly, the colours across his body fading as a more solid form returns.

[ OTHER DETAILS ]

[ Want to do any of the above but on different days? Treadmills, dance exercise, and gaming are available on any of them! Inigo can also be a 3rd person for dancing. Feel free to message me for any questions/plotting!! ]

Comments

[blitzcheer]

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaah." Enjoy the youthful complaints of one soggy ... youth. Raising himself on his knees, wiping off his face and then wagging the hands of water that's likely to end up on them game - especially when he lowers his hands onto his waist when looking over to Wei Wuxian, and plop! Into the water they go.

"Stores? Train stores? Who's putting water in there?" Who is Tidus to pay attention to anything to do with the water on the train, other than it exists. He stands on his feet, which might be a good idea. Mumbling, as he examines the car with a squint: "Everything's intact? ...hmmm..."

[weifinder]

"..." Wei Wuxian has a somewhat pained expression on his face for all of two beats, before he shakes his head and laughs it off.

"Just talking about resources," he says, "But I suppose we can always drain the spa if we need to do so." Limited water, he assumes, because the train restocks food, and water is not limitless, it has to come from somewhere. Not perhaps true with magic. It has rules he doesn't know.

Casting an eye around, he hums and wades closer, feeling almost nostalgic over the mess. "Anything that won't suffer water damage. Or start growing things. It's amazing what will start growing things after being soaked even once."

He's offering no practical use or help, well out of his areas of assistance in this. What he does have, however, is a casual mention as he checks on one of the cupboards on the far wall. "I think I understand what you meant by the long pause from the train. Just got one recently myself, when writing to it."

[blitzcheer]

Listen to this guy, talking about hoo-haah that Tidus's brain right now doesn't have the thought to consider seriously! Draining spa water? Sounds nasty!

"What's gonna grow in here? --hey hey, don't open anything! Wait 'til we drain it!" But his brain isn't so lagged by sensible thought that he can't get instantly worried when he sees Wei Wuxian heading for one of the cupboards. At least there's a limited amount of them, and today will be a test for how well they stand up to getting soaked for a while.

In the meantime, Tidus's small blue friend has deemed it worth returning to Tidus, if by jumping up out of the water - and then splashing right back down with a fun, 'higggle! higggle!'. Someone is very delightfully cheery. And has no thoughts on Wei Wuxian's reveal.

"Wha? You spoke to it?" --oh right, oh right! He was supposed to get to Wei Wuxian about that the other day, wasn't he? There's a pang of guilt - mostly embarrassment - but he asks further: "What did you say?"

[weifinder]

"I'm waiting," he calls back, sing song, studying the line of the cupboard and wondering... thinking it wasn't particularly water-tight at all. He ignores what could grow, someone who lived alongside a river and was used to mold finding the oddest places to creep in; who knows, the train didn't make itself bereft of life, small or large.

The splashing and calls of the odd blue friend draw his attention back, and Wei Wuxian, who most probably would not think particularly pure of heart or intention (ironic, when those are the reasons, in the purity of his intent, for those he saved, he was castigated and condemned), threw an even more curious look its way. "What in the worlds is that?" Becomes the conversational question, and why he turns away from the cabinets entirely.

He wants to know. Another problem, being so curious, and forever investigating what he could. Which, frankly, explains him finally addressing the train beyond the votes they'd been asked to cast now and again.

He sloshes toward Tidus and his blue friend, clapping his hands before him. "Oh! This and that, mostly about loss and dreams and nightmares. Mentioned its prior crew, if they saw the shapes falling through the skies. The way Diagad died." There's an artlessness to how he shrugs, something disarming in his smile. Talk to a necromancer about the pain of feeling death and the consuming, breaking ache of living through it, through the screams, again and again and again. He'd learned young! Very vitalising! Since he wanted to live, yes. Certainly was an education. "If it dreamed about loss, and apologies if it did. Gratitude if it didn't. I'll admit, I don't know the limits of this consciousness, machine or otherwise, but emotion, emotion isn't one I'd believe."

Limited emotional landscapes, perhaps, but people—like Xue Yang—were evidence of that already.

[blitzcheer]

Waiting, waiiiting. They'll both be waiting, while Tidus's blue friend continues to wiggle around, jumping off and splashing in it like a gleeful child in water that's plenty high enough for it to float. Tidus making an exasperated face with none of the emotion behind it; maybe even a little jealous, 'cause he wanted to be doing that right about now!! Not worrying about the cupboards!!

"That's the guy who's supposed to be draining the water! Gibbs, come on! We're not allowed to rot the furniture."

They'll (read: he'll) get told off, and that'll suck. He manages to catch the little fun-ster into his arms however, after one impressive back flop. Where gravity is meaningless to a little creature - a phenomenon, water and hope itself - who can control the water under it into bumping it up, making it bounce.

Until Tidus brings that to an end, just as Wei Wuxian makes his way over. Shaking the creature, but playfully, getting a giggling of 'higgle higgle higgles!' out of it. But oh, he's listening, he's listening - listening to the casual way Wei Wuxian drops what he drops; just normal conversation for a stroll, you know. An arch of a brow, but he speaks nothing, 'til there's a point he can.

And: "It feels things. It got scared, back when there were those cube things in the sky on the one mission." Did Wei Wuxian know about that? He looks at him, but he's distracted to by his little pal, resting him better in his arms than just holding him like a ragdoll. "It was the same stuff that destroyed where the train comes from. So that's...three planets we know about getting destroyed by it."

Ahh, this will take a while, won't it. He shifts his arms against his friend, nodding down at him while looking at Wei Wuxian.

"Give us a sec?"

To deal with the water.

[weifinder]

"Gibbs." He turns that name over in his head, then says it under his breath a few more times, opting to try to remember it. The whole of their interactions are endearing, a childishness that he hasn't seen in a long time, or the cajoling and coaxing that Tidus ends up playing into with his little blue friend. Gibbs of the higgles, which is such an odd, new sound in and of itself.

He cants his head at that, and slowly nods; he didn't, but there's enough of what he's learning he doesn't know that could, through this or that avenue, be known. Three months, and he feels like he at least has some handle on hows, if not whats, or the underlying core of what goes on for the train itself.

"Just planets, or whole systems?" He wonders, not looking for an answer as Tidus nods down to Gibbs. He smiles easily at that, genuine and crinkling around the eyes, waving them both on.

"Please, don't let me stop you. Looks like Gibbs is enjoying the flooding, regardless." Hard to argue with something of small enough stature to treat the whole of this unintentional wading pool as a proper swimming area.

[blitzcheer]

'Hiiiggle!' The squeak is soft, but affirmative, to the assumption that Wei Wuxian makes. Yes, he is enjoying this flooding, and Tidus's own smile he can't control hardly hides his own feelings about amassing too much water in the sports gym. That is, funny.

But he's trying to be responsible too, so he starts to lower the little guy by under his stumps for arms. "Just bring the water in, yeah? Contain it! Make a giant big water ball! ...later," he amends, with a look at Wei Wuxian that reminds him, oh right, pool later.

Gibbs has been lowered down though, floating already like a gleeful child in a kiddy pool, his own tiny feet not reaching the floor. But he glows next in a blue-ish white, and the water around him begins to swirl, gathering and - disappearing, as if he's a plug in the drain that finally came into existence.

Tidus watches with interest, not used to everywhere the little creature can do; but he knows he must be more of an enigma to Wei Wuxian, and turns to him to explain. "He's a higgledy - Hibber-Gibber the Hopeful, in full." That is, his name. "But we all call him Gibbs!"

Because that's what Tidus always introduces him as. Meanwhile, as the water starts to lower enough to have the higgledy touch the ground, he does so...with the dance of his people. Still lightly glowing, still having water flood into him. But now, with entertainment! And Tidus watching him with a grin that shows teeth, even if he should be shaking off this excess water on him, and all that.

[weifinder]

He watches their ongoing antics with an amused smile, fond in the vague sense that tends to influence his opinion of the young everywhere. Side effect less of his age, more of his personality. He'd always enjoyed working with the juniors more than anything else; so few times in his life after Lotus Pier burned has he had the opportunity.

He tips his head to Tidus when glanced at, though his attention is on the small blue Gibbs. Forming a large ball of water... flicking his eyes around the space, calculating what a sphere would look like, he can start understanding part of the water overflow. Also the end goal in a more concrete sense.

"You want to figure out a way to go swimming in the air?"

He sounds as fascinated as he looks, but then he's lifting his hands to hold fingertips with fingertips, nodding his head to the higgledy after he's introduced. "Well met, Hibber-Gibber the Hopeful."

Gibbs, who has started dancing, much to Wei Wuxian's delight. He laughs, an easy sound paired with a broad, matching smile. watching as the higgledy named Gibbs draws the water back to himself, dancing in such an interesting, new way. "Can't say I've ever seen spilled water regather itself before, let alone to such an enthused caller."

Dance, little higgledy, dance.

[blitzcheer]

Hibber-Gibber is at least not rude. When Wuxian speaks to him, he sings in response, 'higgle hig hiiig, higgle hig hig!' A cheerful greeting in turn that sounds like a song, but who knows? Tidus, anyway, is finally shaking out his hands, arms, as if he's a dog trying to clean off. Goes to wipe his hands on his chest, but that's wet anyway, so no hope there.

Oh. But he remembers something important, and from his wrist with a gold band around it - the other wrist carrying his SCA around it - Tidus makes materialise a purple towel, and now starts to dry off some, if just his hands, torso, and face. A quick wipe.

"He's a fun one, huh? He's a really good pal! And he can make water do a lot of things - we've just never tried making a pool before." Alas. "As long as we make the water all come-!" And here, don't mind as he tries to make a ball shape with his hands (and while holding a towel) "--We can keep it floating! Or, Gibbs can... but it's easier if there's water for him to make big. But uuhh- it's a work in progress."

Which allows him to dodge the part of 'so I used water attacking magic'. Tidus lets the towel hang from an arm, and putting his hands near each other (and by now, the water has come down to...somewhere above their ankles), he makes appear a notebook, holding it out to Wei Wuxian. There's a bookmark in it, a slip of paper.

"Look for Jema'grethy. That's the memories they saw--think they're the train's memories, or something."

Whatever you would call it.

[weifinder]

Towels, not enough of a concern, but then again Wei Wuxian stands around soaked from the knee down and only looks curious about the whole thing. Claps a little for Gibbs, flashing the small blue creature another smile, and a "Higgle?" in return, tone questioning. He doesn't quite pronounce it right.

Ah, and then there's a towel, and Wei Wuxian lifts his eyebrows. "Some kind of qiankun device?" Space folding, space holding, he doesn't have one himself, but he's also poor, leave it to the richer people from home to have anything of the kind. Jewelry as storage devices aren't uncommon, just less in fashion than pouches these days.

"Pools tend to do best with frames," he says, but it's with a carefree sort of shrug, that implies this is a suggestion, not a rule. "The two of you are working it out, I can see, framing it with—air?"

The notebook, second gift of the qiankun bracelet, is accepted in carefully dry hands. He runs the tip of a finger over the bookmark where it sticks out, that piece of paper it is, and he nods, expression going from affable and curious to curious and solemn, handling the notebook with care. "A moment," he says. "Jema'grethy, just a moment."

Or several, strung together, as he reads over the transcription, then reads it again, more carefully. "You know," he says, almost idly, "I don't think 'Chaos' was the only one who went into some kind of shock after losing everything they knew." But, and this has him squinting. "Same crew can't visit a place twice. Does it count for the train itself?"

[blitzcheer]

'Higgle,' Wei Wuxian will get in return for his attempt, a solemn nod of the waterdrop-head crowned, as if they had a thoughtful exchange just there. Did they? Only Gibbs know.

...and Tidus but Wei Wuxian doesn't have to know that. There's a small "Hm?" to the questioning, but then he realises, "Oh, right- those bags? Yeah, something like that." Giving a twist of his wrist with its gold band, it doesn't explain anything more, but they have a lot to get into, space-and-hammering tricks to be a topic of conversation another time.

Like when the conversation isn't momentarily taken by how swimming pools usually work, met with a tip of Tidus's head that replaces a shrug. "Well, we can't do anything with air. But Gibbs can control water? Sooo... maybe if we make a big ball."

That's taking Tidus's attention for a second, examining the surrounding area, still somewhat wet but not with puddles; just the odd splatter and droplets that weren't sucked up, and not even Gibb's tiny legs can kick up a nice splash (but, it's not stopping him from trying). That's what Tidus continues to do as Wei Wuxian reads, trying to visualise... the perfect floating pool. Does it need to float? Maybe it shouldn't float. Except around the edges....

But then Wei Wuxian is done, and attention returns to him, the towel hanging out over Tidus's hands. He hums, confused, but the reason why-

"The first mission I went on- they knew about us. That wasn't the first time we were there. --The train," he amends. "But," and here's where the confusion sticks, "who told you it's just a one time thing? Is that a rule? Like, impossible, or just what you're told not to do?"

[weifinder]

He'd want to ask about the arm band, and would later, probably, insatiably curious about the technologies and techniques of other worlds. All worlds, in a sort of delicious array of possibilities also lanced with sorrow as much as joy, but he shoves that aside, prioritising in the way of a man used to doing so day to day, and being passingly breezy about it in most visible manners.

He taps a finger in the notebook, turning it back around to Tidus. "More the kind of 'can't' that would have made me as a younger man go, 'I'll prove otherwise.' This isn't just implying traveling worlds, this is traveling times within a singular world. Or losing crew in the process of trying, or in coming back to the same world and being unable to stop the same disaster. Or if in the doing, one or more of these people were bound to the train in an altogether different way than we're kept within its control."

[blitzcheer]

These are the kinds of conversations where Tidus needs time to digest what's being spoken about, remember what he knows about and being sure he's following the logic being brought up. Logic out of his depth, but he understands what Wei Wuxian means this time, and returning to points - except, points in time.

"When anyone talks about the train, they do it like it's something from legends - really long ago. The famous Voidtrecker Express. Except it's been so long, people don't know if it existed."

Does that help? It's more Tidus letting out every piece of info he knows to share to someone who could possibly do more with it. That's his part on this ride: give trinkets of information, and hope someone else can do better with them. Remembering, as he finishes saying that, another point where his finger lifts in a conversational way than pointing to any physical fact:

"We heard about too, there are crafts that can travel time. But they're really rare. I don't think...this one's supposed to be one of them?" But as his brows meet and knot in the centre, doubts form. "I can't remember where I heard that, or if someone read it... a lot of people've tried to find out more about crafts. Not everyone wants to go home."

And the possibility of getting their own craft is a hopeful one, no matter the other factors to be dealt with before that one. But who doesn't like to hope? Tidus lives on it.

[weifinder]

"Mm, makes sense, with the name. I thought I'd read in one of the library books," ones he'd finally cracked down into after the last time he and Tidus spoke, "More than one vessel bore the same name. Possibly the same earmarks, with the colours for the teams, but maybe not."

It's still his nod down to the journal, transcription of a memory giving such lacking context, they can only grab at loose threads and hope one in a thousand ideas are even close to partially correct.

"I don't know either way on what can or can't travel, only the implication, that trying may have happened, and may not have worked. Dangerous. Leaves too much to the imagination."

He hands the journal back, because he's parsing over what he read himself, then pauses. "Do you mind if I ask to see this again in the future? For my own notes." The mental ones he hasn't spilled onto paper yet, but seems increasingly more like he needs to. For the sake of whatever version of him comes next, or endures longest.

Not everyone wants to go home.

"As for that... choice is a luxury we haven't been granted. I'd like to think it's one we can eventually have, when it comes to this." The travel, the living, the being away from home. If he could save Wen Qing, if he could save Jiang Yanli, even if it's on a world that isn't his... even if he'd never know their lives, it would be worth it. Or, given time here, given a second life that they can mourn over their first during but be alive enough to mourn? Worth it. Worth it for everyone not Meng Yao or Xue Yang. Even his misguided martial uncle deserved to live... and he supposes at one point, Meng Yao might not have been entirely without better purpose, less murderous offense.

[blitzcheer]

"You can get it from the library," Tidus shares, giving a small not to it. "You keep it, so you can write down from it. I figure...Zelda's the one who takes care of it now? Nita's been gone a while now." Or what feels like it. And he could say more, but maybe that's better for another time.

Especially which the subject of what they can make of the future for individuals who don't want to - can't - return home.

"It won't for a long time," possible, "but I think - us meeting people on the outside, thinking about it; it's gotta help for that day. Aiming and preparing for it. Even if we don't see it - it's hard to know what we'll see," Tidus admits; his thoughts wandering, a little rambling down the sentiment he's been drawn into on the question. The question of a future for those who didn't have one.

"Save for more people getting dragged here to do more missions, away from whatever they were doing." His gaze flickers on Wei Wuxian, but then he shrugs, as if dismissing his own thoughts. His own point.

[weifinder]

"Zelda, with the Deku Baba?"

Sometimes you meet someone as they feed their carnivorous plant. Sometimes that stands out incredibly in memory. Still, he tips his head to Tidus, saying thank you and resting the notebook against his sternum as Tidus speaks.

"People like the other ones attacked to void-craft, or like Chaos?" A half smile, but thoughtful gaze. "Learning more as we go will be how we find answers, or avenues to experiment with. Much as we can."

Tempered, because there's enough out of their hands at all time, from their stability here to what it is that is recalled, what changes, if anything can, if anything will, in lives and afterlives. In the worlds they all come from, and the worlds they all return to, as long as they live. As long as nothing comes crashing down in geometric shapes, spreading darkness, swallowing stars and atmosphere and sending souls screaming, screaming, screaming into the Void.

(He's tired. Do forgive him, but the dreams have not ended, and he feels total world destruction every night, to wake again here, trapped only in his skin and with only his soul singing beneath it.)

[blitzcheer]

Zelda? Tidus nods, vaguely, vaguely familiar of the plant. ...rather, very familiar of its existence as anyone would be going through the greenhouse car, but mostly introduced to it by Lightning than the princess.

He folds his arms, an exhale taken behind a thin-lipped pull of his mouth. "Guys like Chaos aren't gonna be helpful, but even if we meet with trouble-" he shakes his head, shrugging. "So what? We're put into trouble every day anyway, just being on this train."

And maybe the words are contained in their own way, something more that can be said, the way Tidus seems to consider speaking again, but doesn't. He looks around the space, cleared up mostly of water, but not where it clings onto the furniture, and floor. Hibber-Gibber attempts to slide his stumpy feet against what there is. It's not working very well, but he has spirit.

[weifinder]

Towels, air drying, linens, all sorts of things to manage the water strewn across the verticals and decor, if furniture were in any sense decor in this space. Wei Wuxian hears enough pauses and words unsaid in his life, has been the silent one while then speaking words that redirect, listens to a soulmate in triplicate who thinks more than he'll ever speak.

So saying, in all things considered, what isn't said has as much weight as the things which are, time to time.

"Mm. Dead, alive, young, old, experienced, not, prepared and not. We're in trouble, and danger, and everything inescapably inbetween by being here. Still, we're here." He shifts the notebook, tucking it under his arm. "May as well make something of that, ah? It's more than some will ever have."

Not a weighted statement. Simply true, from where he stands. The choice hidden within the greater, unchosen reality: how they responded, what they did within that borrowed, unspecified, unknown and unknowing time. No need to play it too safe when living within a cage.

[blitzcheer]

"Well... I should probably start by clearing up the extra water in here." Not what Wei Wuxian means by making the most of it, but he does have an idea for dealing with mopping up water - with a mop.

Which will mean going all the way to the stores to grab one, a thought that has him huffing fussily. But a mop and bucket would be good to grab anyhow, before he continues too far. Looking at Wei Wuxian, a slight cant of his head given.

"Sorry 'bout the wet clothes?" he offers, as late as it is to give. "If you wanna do more talking about the train or all this kind of info-" and he accompanies that eloquent wording by waving his hands in the air, "--Senku, Roland, they're good to talk to. Elidibus sounds like he wants to figure things out too. I know Eva's been on the train a while, even if she disappeared for a while."

[weifinder]

There it is again, people leaving and returning. He shrugs his shoulders with a small smile at the apology for the water, but waves his hand, using that free arm, as dismissal.

"I grew up in Yunmeng, river country. If we weren't wet more often than we were dry, it was an odd day. Thanks for the recommendations on who to speak with, Tidus. Good luck to you and Gibbs perfecting what you've started here. Swimming's always worth it."

Smile more sincere, eyes less heavy with consideration than the moments before. Senku, Roland who had been there in that attempt to talk to Chaos, Elidibus. Eva. A set of names to reach out toward, or to reconnect with in the case of Roland and Elidibus. Enough for thinking about, and opting not to be the kind of responsible adult who stuck around for clean-up (hahahahaha), he offers a parting wave and smile before he's back out through one of the doors, sloshing off without particular concern.