[ 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]

"You mean, inside the train? 'Cause I heard there was a crash... or a scrape? And there were dreams?"

Maybe? He swears he's not making that up though, entering into the gym, making his way to the one wall that has no cupboards, nor apparatus pieces bolted into it. "You've gotta ask Inigo about that though, not me. That was before I showed up here. It let in something or other that made everyone share dreams?" Apparently? It's not the truth of the incident that has that questioning note, but the deeper details. "Inigo told me about it a long time ago."

Enough of a while ago, anyway. But he trusts that it happened if the guy said it did.

On the slim side of wall, there's two flat box-shaped pieces, the size of around a motorhome wheel. Odd, but inconspicuous, and Tidus kneels to press at four switches, two on either side of it, small lights glowing on top of the frame.

It'll do a thing in a second in my next tag, so I don't get carried away and make this one longer than it needs to be.

[jingyeets]

"Huh. I'll try asking him," he says, and the try is because at the hour of the evening they're at, Jingyi isn't sure he'll remember something that specific come morning. Crashing, scraping, dream.. sharing? Sounds weird, but not as impactful as the rest of his attempt at late night exercise has gone.

Not that he regrets it, but his head's already overfull.

So he squints at the flat, box-shaped pieces, wondering if a cabinet's about to swing open, just like appliances do in other parts of the train. Or how his bed folds into a seat, which is a useful love letter to how the train wants none of them to be comfortable, at all. Ever. Rude.

"How'd you figure out all this was here?" Jingyi shuffles to the side of the lights that start up, further squinting at the switches. At home, they'd be activating something mechanical in nature, but not technological, doing something like this.

[blitzcheer]

"Figure out what's whats here?" Does that even make sense? But he's not sure what Jingyi's asking in the first place, and he interrupts any answer that can be given with a "hold on, move more back," and he presses the last pair that sounds a beep.

From the surface, that's a flat top, two cylinders on the sides with the buttons, something flatter beneath. But as the machine unravels, the top splits in two, the bars stretching out as they move to one end, and the pad beneath folds out, extending to double and a half of its boxed in length. Tinier pieces roll out at the sides, pieces slotting in place, forming, while futuristic in design, a treadmill that any treadmill-savvy individual would recognise.

"Aha!" He gestures a waving hand towards it all, already standing upright through the device fixing itself in order. "Wanna jump on? Just give the pad a press and start walking, the walking pad'll activate."

That is, start moving with him. And Tidus can go over and start turning on the second one!

[jingyeets]

He moves back when prompted, not bothering to repeat himself since the whole of what's what is presently unfolding into a bizarre assortment of shapes, all of it like a kind of lane where there's a central section that looks like... he doesn't know what it looks like. It's clearly separate from the other parts, and that's about where his mind fails to find words to fill in the blanks.

Tidus sure is excited by it, meaning it's probably the treadmill thing and not some other mysterious in progress technology, and Jingyi doesn't help himself from giving Tidus a momentarily hopelessly confused look. Jump on this?

"Oh...kay?" He does hop on, leaping up with a little up, his tail twitching low and curious behind him. He didn't get what pad was what, so instead of reaching for anything with his hands, he... taps his foot. On the walking pad.

What makes it go, okay.

[blitzcheer]

Tidus starts to move around to the side of the treadmill, to get to the unfolded one. It doesn't put him out of sight of Jingyi and what he is and isn't doing, and Tidus figures he can kneel down to open up the 'case', as it were, while Jingyi got to business.

But no. That's getting too ahead of himself, too ahead of everyone, so he stands back up, presses the screen that would be in front of Jingyi now. Which, in fairness to him, doesn't look like much but the colour blue. And continues to even as Tidus presses it, but with shapes and words in a foreign language appearing across it as it boots up, before settling on a statistic screen. There's options, a timer, a line for keeping track of the speed of the treadmill.

Everything Jingyi will surely understand.

"Okay, now go. As fast or as slow as you want. It'll keep up! Let me put up this other one."

Everything is always a little blue when it comes to Spiran technology, though the handle bars of the machine are a complimenting red. Tidus does the same as he did on the last box, and out it folds, Tidus needing to take a step back before it can knock at his feet.

[jingyeets]

Confronted with a whole slew of symbols that mean little to him, Jingyi simply stares down at them. Tidus clearly knows what they do, but this is like Jingyi being introduced to the ICP a month and a half ago by Inigo, where sure, that was something displaying things, but it takes prodding and asking questions and being frustrated by the whole experience to make any progress with it.

"Tidus," he says, watching the guy set up the second one of these floating walkways. "I don't know what any of this stuff means. What's go? What's stop? What's faster? What's slower? None of these symbols," he says, jutting a finger at the screen, "Mean anything to me."

He's two seconds away from crossing his arms and starting to complain, why is technology hard, how is this easy and convenient, his plan to run around the room and flip off the walls was so incredibly valid thank you, but he's reining it in for now. He does want to know how this stupid thing that Tidus knows how to use works. He does.

Once he's shown what it does!

He taps at the screen, frowning, and manages to activate... the timer. Which starts counting. Nothing else on the machine moves. Further screen tapping provides... a calorie counter, and a cheery ding! To indicate it's ready to count calories.

The treadmill is still not moving.

"What does any of this mean?!"

[blitzcheer]

"Huh?" Tidus turns from the machine he's setting up, furrow-browed as he stares at the problem Jingyi is having. ... which becomes obvious, but he's waving his hands in an easing gesture, "Okay, okay, hold on!" given to try and smooth things before Jingyi can storm off.

"I told you, you just had to walk!" When it's in idle mode, but since he's here now and paying attention, he points a finger next to the word 'Pace', next to 'Slow' and 'Fast'.

"Okay, so I'm going to press this, and it's going to start in 'Walk' mode - that means it'll be a human-walking pace, since Zanarkand was more humans than other races." For explanation. He gives a 'ready?', then turns it on, so it can start; and the platform under Jingyi's feet starts moving in a singular direction, 'leading' Jingyi off if he doesn't start to walk.

It's not the same as a treadmill with a rolling band, but something about the material itself - metal? Something else? Who knows - that is all moving at once, a thin hard-light holographic layer controlling the movement. Fancy pants future tech.

[jingyeets]

"Sure."

Jingyi doesn't walk immediately, moved by the platform, but then he does with his lips pursed. Walking forward without gaining much ground, because if he truly takes ground eating steps, he's back up at the top of the platform.

Pacing to the slow stroll has him just stopping, letting the platform move him to the near end, then taking two steps to be back up at the top. He's getting a feel for it, the space it takes, how long his strides would need to be.

"Were there no shorter legged peoples?" Pacing he pairs to length of leg, hence the question, and the third time of doing his odd looking ride he takes a longer step and taps on the 'Fast' button, which doesn't register each tap but does start to. The speed goes up, up, not consistently, but overall, and he's jogging, until he's running, until he's seeing how fast this thing goes because Lan Jingyi does not know the meaning of restraint when there's no call for it. What's in danger? Only himself!

He's at least showing he's an easy speed runner, loping along like it's no problem but also like he's not sure this necessarily is better or worse than running around on his own. His breathing is even, he's found some kind of cadence, and the novelty is... more or less holding his attention for the time being.

[blitzcheer]

"There were all kinds of people. You bought what you needed - easier to do when you're going in a shop or seeing what you're buying, than guessing."

From vague memories, and maybe having one of his own on the boathouse, but then letting it gather dust in some corner because he preferred going out more than running on the spot. Unless he got to do it in the gym environment; and maybe he was a pickier person back in Zanarkand, what of it.

Tidus might've said something with the increasing speed, but that'd be rude, wouldn't it? To say what the guy can handle. He waits, just to see that there's nothing to worry about or a button to press; until he's sure enough, and says, "If you think you need a quick save, grab onto the bars. I think it stops if your feet dragged."

He thinks. Maybe. Who knows. But he jumps onto the spare one now, stopping himself from wanting to match the speed, but starting from a quick walking pace, and fiddling with the settings to let it increase within periods...!!

He can't stay going slow for too long, now!

[jingyeets]

Sure, it makes sense, people coming in all shapes and sizes, mostly because he's used to second shapes and colours and the like which wouldn't be true if his world were human only all the time. Being on train gives him a greater context; by now he's almost, almost used to how often people wear their hair short. Almost.

He hears the suggestion on quick saves, grabbing bars or dragging feet or something like it, and he makes a gesture with his hand to show he heard. Yeah, sure, if he needs to what, not fall?

It's a sort of streamlined balance, how he holds his tail up behind him, the exaggeration of each running step as a motion traveling through his body. He can admit fairly soon it works for the sheer purpose of getting him sweating; this is racing across Gusu at a flat run, he can imagine it, but it's so lacking in anything of interest. No rocks or tree roots or fallen limbs or trunks to evade or leap over, no ups or downs, and the blankness his brain wants from this doesn't quite slot in.

Still, he keeps running, until something in it frustrates him enough he does leap up and brace both feet and hands on the side bars, frowning. He's breathing heavier, obviously having felt it enough to prove this was some kind of workout, but then he sighs.

"You said music made this more bearable? How?"

The platform itself is slowing down quickly, and his tail stays just clear enough of it to not come into contact.

[blitzcheer]

Tidus only starts to recognise how late it is once he gets going himself. After a while at it, anyway, that flow of energy coursing through him thanks to Jingyi not ineffective to his stamina, and he hadn't been tired before the offering, nor exactly in the mood to run a marathon.

His body is still somewhat perplexed at the start, as a hurried pace switches over to a jog, a jog into a sprint. No tail for him to running about, and he's not thinking about anything other than, maybe vainly, keeping up a good speed too, looking good for it. ... partially because, Tidus realises how long it's been since he's been able to run like this. Using the device for a few days now on and off, but since when has he had someone to match to? Really stretch his legs?

He doesn't have a need for music or wandering thoughts with that, but he hears the slam of hands on the sidebars, and his head turns to investigate, witnessing the monkeying going on. Tidus doesn't slow immediately, but it's the question, about music that does it; gaze flitting to his SCA, but there's no way he can run and do anything about that, so he presses the actual pause setting on the machine and gets it to help him come to a slow naturally.

Chest heaving, hands on the railing himself, Tidus takes a second (or five) before he's able to readily speak, switching over his hand to the same rail that faces him towards Jingyi.

"Okay-" okay "--there's no way I can get you music you'll like tonight. But you can put music on this." He taps the SCA, then digs into his pockets of his half-leg shorts, pulls out one of the small earbuds and holds it out for Jingyi to see.

"You can get all kinds of music, right? It's all about what you like. But there's some that really gets you pumped and going as you listen to it! And if you get the really long mashups - it really puts you into a groove. Your mind isn't thinking this or that or just being bored."

He gestures out to the wall they're both facing.

"It's not like we're watching anything. And it's hard to talk if you're really going at it."

[jingyeets]

He keeps on monkeying until the platform's slow enough that stepping down means he's stepping forward without expending much effort. He notes he's more tired than he should be, but he can peg why; no natural sunlight or moonlight aside, he does eventually hit the tipping point of Lan bedtimes, where everything starts turning into the slowest felling of lumber to the forest floor.

(His bed. His terrible, narrow, too short bunk. The one most of them are on.)

"Why aren't the ICPs moveable..." Which wouldn't help, all he knows is the one in the spa carriage plays massage training videos, which is better than a blank wall. The whole surface finally comes to a stop, and he peers over at the odd piece meant for wearing in ears. Faint, faint memories rising up out of that illusion world mass, having seen others wearing something similar. Listening, right, from the SCA to that little thing?

Technology is practically magic. Just heavier on the constructable part, like what Wei-shizhang does.

"Can we do that tomorrow?" Tomorrow, any day not tonight, he feels both better and more tired after this, running a hand over the back of his neck and tossing his hair fully back over his shoulders. "Whatever you'd recommend, I'm probably going to find all of it weird so just throw me right in. Or else my ear will pick it apart," he says, thinking how a lifetime of being trained on qin meant string instruments (and accompanying wind instruments, which you'd think he'd have learned, but no, stringed it was). "And I'll take forever deciding on anything."

A warning, but more for himself, stepping off the platform and staring at it speculatively.

"Then we can try this again. It's... not the worst. At least you can go fast." Not substituting in what he misses, but he knows the train won't, can't, lacks whatever to just send any of them who have a home home.

"How do you make it fold up again?"

[blitzcheer]

A part of Tidus wants to keep going, that spirit that wants to keep at something just begun, no matter what the body thinks. But Tidus will concede to the body that the excitable golden retriever in him, stepping off from his treadmill to the space between them both that he's more often than not repeatedly occupied.

"Tomorrow. I'll bring Inigo along," and he thinks he mentioned him, as a way to come between their different musical tastes, "--just because he always complains about my music anyway, and he's more used to less...tech-music."

When you don't know how to differentiate time on any scale, you work with what you can. And even if their tastes aren't the same, Tidus imagines there's some sort of way of easing people in, even to music.

This is him avoiding the plenty of 'What is that?' he's sure to get, and throwing them onto Inigo. Thanks, pal.

"I'll show you tomorrow too how to boot these and shut them down," Tidus promises, for the time being, and for now he presses without explanation a symbol on the screen of the device, says "-Step off?" to the guy. The screen boots down, the blue washing away, and then leans down. There's a button in the corner, takes one press, and he nods over to the other side, asking, "Hey, can you press the button... it's a circle, opposite to me. Blue-green thing. Just press it."

It sits on the side, but top of the frame of the treadmill portion, where the bars come up to home the screen and give a place to act as a railing. But when Jingyi does press it, there will be a soft sound before the entire thing starts to rolling in, split apart, lower - converging on itself, tucking together back into the box it once was.

[jingyeets]

He nods, figuring Inigo is definitely more help on the music side, for the sake of not thinking that things folded into walls naturally without some more manual assistance, and the first pure techno beat Jingyi hears will have him rearing back figuring out how to parse the sounds.

"Good, he'll have good ideas." True faith, right there, blind as blind can be. Inigo will have good ideas. In music, a the very least, before somehow Jingyi learns about metal and either loves it or hates it or finds that specific subgenre that turns into the ear worm he starts inflicting on others.

Maybe it's a bad plan, but it's not like he's given consideration to a power he doesn't think he has, and thus hasn't bothered training. Until.

It is fascinating watching the whole thing fold away after jabbing at the circle, and he watches with the kind of attention the tired manage, unable to drag his gaze away. Look at that, tucking in, look at it all becoming a box of sorts, filled with itself, all its parts compacted like... like a compacted thing, he thinks.

"It's so misleadingly small..." Then again, what was carrying anything in a qiankun pouch or similar things? Size doesn't indicate to contents, and he sighs, smoothing out his hoodie front. "Thank you. For showing me this, and... talking."

Sharing, is what he means. Thanks for sharing, when there was no reason for him to have, either before or in this moment. It's noted, and with Jingyi, that usually means remembered.

[blitzcheer]

Tidus shuts down, 'puts away' the other treadmill in much the same way, but does it with his own going on either side to do it - also a pain that you never have to deal with, if you go out running yourself. (A miniscule pain, but Tidus thrives off small complaints that run through his head.)

He wants to tuck the two boxes together, but compact in this way, they're heavier, not worth the effort it would take when they're better with the space split between them. The thought taken from the forefront of his mind anyway, when Jingyi speaks. Tidus turns to him, and a sheepish expression flashes over his face, temporarily; until he smiles, rests a fist on his side.

"No reason to hide who we are, right?" Which is...easier said than done, when Tidus isn't sure what part his dream side should play in his life, what it matters; but that's not a question to be answered in one single night, and it's more of a callback to earlier misunderstandings - of being who they want to be, showing what they like, of themselves.

"But thanks, back. I should be getting to bed anyway, too... Inigo'll be looking for me if I don't."

He says it like a joke, somewhat. More than he could say, but it's late, and probably better that they indulge in rest and sleep before staying up any further.

[jingyeets]

Jingyi lifts his hand to stifle a yawn, then run the back of it across his forehead.

"Yeah, yeah. He's your bedmate, it makes sense."

As in literally, shares a bed with you, not just a room, which isn't a bad thing: travel arrangements back home are similar. More that it's a sad thing for nothing Tidus has particularly done, or even Inigo, but that's... for them.

He shakes his head, smiles. "Walk you home?"

All the sleeper carriage are in the same direction, for better or worse.

[blitzcheer]

There's a small pft at bedmate, a correction or joke he wants to make, Don't got to put it like that, but Tidus figures Jingyi isn't, and doesn't want to end up somewhere pointless with it. So he stretches his arms and upper shoulders, hands going behind his head as he starts himself walking for the way out.

But he does stop to look back at the offer, throwing a smile and a half tilted brow at the other guy.

"Let's go as far as the transgate. Which side are you anyway? What cabin number?"

[jingyeets]

He gives Tidus a peace sign for the two, and then jerks his thumb upward as he adds, "Dee."

Upper Two D. Falling in step, he just thinks: what if we clear a path through all the transgates and set up an obstacle course one of these days? That'd be fun...

[blitzcheer]

Not exactly next door to each other, but Tidus hums, a short noise, nodding his head. "Cool, so we can split at the gate."

Just like he'd said, but he actually knew it was a good plan this time! He'll walk to the transgates and start setting it to the right gate, offering along the way: "Hey, if we catch each other in the morning, you know what a smoothie is? I can show you how to use the blender to make some. Persephone's strawberries go great with the coconut."

[jingyeets]

"I have no idea what that is, but it's food, so it sounds amazing."

Factual, like everyone should know this is an Amazing idea he is entirely in favour of already. Though he doesn't check what morning means to Tidus, compared to him: even the late hour now means he'll be up as soon as the train allows them free of enforced downtime. He could manage sleeping later, in theory, but a lifetime of training meant he didn't think twice about being up at the closest break of dawn that existed.

With the transgate coming online to the location Tidus was setting for it, Jingyi stretches his arms overhead, rolling his shoulders and then lightly cracking his neck. "I keep meaning to ask if Persephone can identify my flower..."

The one he accidentally stole when he arrived. As you do.