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[f4rr3ll]

Matt didn't know what he would ever do if the island stopped turning into a random winter wonderland each year.

Not because he liked snow -- he'd had enough of that in Jersey, thanks, and it was kind of refreshing to not need to worry about ever being cold for most of the year -- or because he was a particularly festive kind of guy

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[practicallyaguy]

"Aren't you a little old for tiny trains?" Zoe asked approaching him from the side. He definitely looked a little old, but given how much fun she was willing to be riding that thing was, she might just let it slide. After all, it was a tiny train in a winter wonderland that looked like it had been dreamed up by Dr Seuss.

Maybe it had. Sometimes she felt like doing her hair in crazy ways and singing. Not often, but enough to be suspicious.

[f4rr3ll]

Matt straightened up abruptly, as if he were startled at being caught doing he wasn't supposed to be doing. Like, oh, looking at weird, mysterious tiny trains. "That would be, uh, why I'm just, you know." He gestured vaguely at the train. "Looking at it. For, uh. Curiosity. Research. Something." Smooth.

[practicallyaguy]

"Dude, relax. I was just joking around," Zoe said with her hands up, palms facing him. Typical gesture of surrender and she wasn't even hiding some sort of weapon to betray him. Life was actually nothing like a video game, which meant that this wasn't going to get all that weird.

"I wa totally thinking about taking a ride on the tiny train. Because, it's a tiny train."

[f4rr3ll]

He exhaled, relaxing. He couldn't help but be paranoid. All because it was improbable that he would get yelled at for doing something like breathing on the train didn't mean that it couldn't happen. And Matt liked to avoid all scenarios where he could possibly get yelled at by crazy people.

"Oh, good, I thought you might have been the Tiny Train Police or something," he deadpanned. "And things never end well when the Tiny Train Police show up."

[segaboybrodie]

"I'm surprised this thing still works," Brodie said, finding Matt near the tiny train. "I heard a bunch of drunk kids rode it last week."

Truthfully, Brodie wished he could have gotten in on that shit; maybe then he wouldn't have been reduced to second-hand stories about people getting plastered.

But a room full of comics wasn't about to organize itself, was it?

[f4rr3ll]

Matt stepped back a bit from the train and folded his arms over his chest, examining the thing. "You know," he said after some thought, "maybe that's another one of those island magic kinds of things? Like, how no one can destroy the jukebox." It was just too bad that the train was probably going to go away, like all the cool stuff every "winter."

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[f4rr3ll]

Matt had just started to reach out to touch the train, out of a sort of innate curiosity, but stopped short when he heard someone else speak. "No, no," he said, backing away from the train. " I mean, man, I don't even know if I could fit in that thing."

He could. It would be uncomfortable, but he totally could.

Not that he'd thought about it.

[spirited_hero]

[f4rr3ll]

Matt looked around, like he was trying to see if anyone else was around to catch him. He was pretty sure that there were no rules against riding the train (not that he believed in rules, after all), but he also imagined himself accidentally wrecking the train and facing the wrath of the council for having Ruined Christmas or whatever.

"...Maybe," he said. "But I still don't think I could fit in it."