[ Lust raises her eyebrows, which are kinda permanently arched anyway to be fair, and watches the model of what their new life is meant to be like -- human beings, no less or more worthless than those arbitrarily selected for masterhood, trailing their possessors like ducklings. It's pathetic, but when has she ever expected anything more from them? Besides, she can't afford to dwell on it, not when she needs to consider her next move and the very clear obstacle standing in her way.

She doesn't like keeping things. That was Greed's want, the permanent possession of whatever it was his heart desired after its acquisition, and it's why he died like the disgrace he was. She was made for something different, and it certainly doesn't slot well into the mien of this place. But she's also extremely dead, or thought she was, and either way the purpose she was made for is out of sight. Here, stranded in this world-sized farce, she can hear thousands of souls begging for death inside her. She'll play along for now. Lust is good at that, until she's not.

Also: holy shit, it's fucking cold, which they get helpfully reminded of every time the train doors open for a stop. Just because she can technically weather it in this getup with no problem doesn't mean it's pleasant, and the last thing she wants is for anyone else to realize that. When she's not rubbing her hands together in her lap, ostensibly for warmth, she's got them by her face, playing idly with her inordinate amounts of long black hair. In a wild coincidence, no matter what she's doing with it, it happens to fall right over her collarbones. ]

Do you think they're planning on us huddling together for warmth? [ she finally ventures, turning to regard the nearest person rather than the city outside her window. It's got something of the cadence of a joke, but... ] It might be too early to say, but I wouldn't put it past them.

[ How strange, and how predictable, that their vision of freedom should be little more than hedonism without guidelines. She has a drink, which she's not drinking. Even if her body treats and neutralizes alcohol like the poison it is, the chance of even slight intoxication is out of the question -- far too much to observe here, and note for later. And, if the company's not too intolerable, far too many connections to make.

Technically, she's probably most suited to this entire setting wearing the clothes she was born into, but it seems wrong to gather information and not try to hide her most distinguishing features. One can't afford to fall into carelessness. So while she's still got her knife-heeled boots and inexplicable one-sided gloves, and the dress she's wearing is still tight, nobody is going to describe her as "a woman with a strange tattoo on her chest." Maybe "a woman with slit pupils", or "a woman with a really bad personality." Some problems, however, aren't so easily resolved with a high neckline.

The name of the woman you were paired with might be Solaris, which, let's be real, is the IC option. But it also might be Lust, which is the option with a built-in prompt, because like... really? We live in a constantly-shifting multiverse of options! It's Schrodinger's hookup. At any rate, she avoids mentioning her name at all when broaching conversation with those she hasn't been paired up with! Far better not to give them an alias to hold onto. It suits her more, as it always has, to stay anonymous, a woman with a sly smile and opaque motivations who'll melt back into the shadows the second she gets what she wants. ]

Charming. [ This could be a remark directed at some nearby individual, or she could just be saying it to herself, but either way the object of the comment is obvious. Two people are essentially dryhumping against a nearby wall, apparently having not gotten the back room memo! Or, you know, they don't give a shit. Live in joy, NPCs. Follow your bliss. ] I wonder when dancing came to this.

[ Okay, grandma! If your character has indeed been paired up with Lust under her own name, she wastes no time in getting that out of the way. ]

Yes, before you ask, [ she says, once she recognizes that the person approaching is her new partner. She's just brisk enough to nail the point in without seeming like the joyless hag she totally is. It's only natural, especially here of all places, that a lady might feel the need to skip through certain formalities. ] It's the name I was given.

( i am down for whatever! alternatively, i am also down to write a starter for you if u so desire. if you want to hash anything out you can contact me through pm or (end in the) discord at torture#2813, or private plurk me at teenwitch! )