enchanted forest . mingle

[misconceived]

WHO Forest planet occupants!
BROADCAST N/A
ACTION Enchanted Forest / Spa Time
WHEN Upon reaching the system (Jan. 4) to leaving it (Jan. 31)

[ It's another day, another planet for the Drift Fleet to explore. Whether it be relaxing in the landing field, checking out the spa (and subsequently getting urged to enter the woods), or taking on the Enchanted Forest's game, there's enough to do for stir-crazy Fleet members.

Just remember one thing: make it look good. ]

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[mortalcoil]

→ field
[Coil is staying far away from the springs, where there are pools of water deep enough to cause a tide of panic to rise in his head even from a distance. he'll stay way over here on dry ground, thank you very much.

and really, with how crowded and dark the ship has been, a wide open field is very appealing. he finally has room to breathe and think. and as such, he ranges far out into the meadow until he finds a quiet place away from everything, where the grass is short and comfortable.

there, he can be found seated with bits of paper placed all around him--symbols scribbled on them and weighted down by small rocks--and a small pile of... what looks like maybe food scraps collected in front of him. all thoughtful and distant and tuned out from his surroundings.]

→ forest
[okay so... he's tried this with other people a few times by now, with generally abyssmal results. so, he's managed to get away from the rest of his crew so he can maybe brave the forest on his own.

because that's a great idea.

so, there is now a grungy, scarred-up teen with one eye lurking around the entrance of the forest, working up the willpower to set in on his own.]

[parricida]

[Ah, yes, the mute boy going on his own into a dangerous forest-- that won't go wrong at all. Of course, judging by those scars, Coil is quite able to care for himself-- but still. They're nothing if not a team.

Besides, he's tired of sitting and doing nothing. So, after a respectable amount of time, Garak gets up and heads into the forest himself. His feet pad silently on the ground; he drifts along like a ghost, very nearly not there at all.]

[mortalcoil]

[the fact that he doesn't catch another presence there until it's way too close is what really gets him. when he startles, it's a sharp jolt--but he swivels around, ready, instead of just jumping and spooking like someone unused to defending themselves.

dude don't sneak up on him like that.]

[parricida]

Hello, Coil.

[He smiles pleasantly at him, as though he hadn't been creeping silently, as though he hasn't very carefully watched the way Coil reacted.]

Rather a dangerous trip to be taking on your own, isn't it?

[mortalcoil]

[and for a second there, Coil has none of the more careful, veiled mannerisms that he tends to keep up around other people. maybe it's because this space only feels half real to him. maybe it's because everyone else in the world feels very far away right now--at least compared to the claustrophobic conditions of the ship.

for a moment, he very clearly sizes Garak up with a few quick, sharp flicks of his eye. ...he has no reason to trust you, lizardman.

and when he finally settles down and looks a little more socially-acceptable and not ready for a fight, he just nods. he knows it's dangerous.]

[parricida]

There's safety in numbers. And I should so hate to lose you when I haven't even gotten to properly know you yet.

[mortalcoil]

[he arches a brow in an expression that seems quite skeptical-- either over the truth of that statement, or over whether or not Garak can take care of himself in a place he says is so dangerous.]

[parricida]

Well, you might not be so fond of me, but I assure you, Coil, I do care.

[mortalcoil]

[he tilts his head a little, and forms the sign for 'why?'

which, is actually just the letter Y drawn out from the forehead, and he follows it up by tracing a question mark in the air, so it might be clear enough to follow.]

[parricida]

Why not? You are my shipmate. I would so hate for you to be eaten by the big bad wolf.