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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[aberrant_type]

[She glances up... she knows that voice, even if her glasses are off and she can't see very well, so she offers him a little wave and a grin.]

Oh, just thinking. And enjoying the view of the woods. [Because of course potential danger wouldn't deter her from this.]

Quite the interesting planet, isn't it?

[parricida]

The forest is quite interesting, though a bit personal for my tastes.

[He smiles as he sits on the edge of the pool.]

Enjoying the pool?

[aberrant_type]

Oh yes. We have hot springs at home, up north... but it's been a while since I've been there.

[She straightens up, kicks off the pool's sandy bottom, and floats across so she's a bit closer to the forest... sort of stretched out on her stomach, but not really touching bottom. Gazing at the trees.]

I wonder if it would be dangerous to take samples. The whole place is quite suspicious. [A sudden, slanting smile at him.] Is it bringing back bad memories for you?

[parricida]

Bad memories?

[He laughs softly.]

The point, my dear, is temptation. What they conjure for me is hardly bad.

[aberrant_type]

Nostalgia tripping you up, then?

[parricida]

It did indeed surprise me.

[He smiles.]

Am I allowed to join you? I know humans tend to be rather shy about such things, but I promise, my interest is solely in the heat.

[aberrant_type]

[She... smiles... and her eyes shine.]

Oh, I've lived in close quarters with all kinds of people. You don't stay body-shy in those circumstances. Hop in!

[parricida]

[That smile makes him pause, and he remembers at the way she'd been so desperate to get him on a medical table-- but, well, it's not as if he doesn't have strength of his own. It would be a rather sad day if he were bested by someone so much younger than him.

So Garak gives her a slight warning smile in return as he begins tugging open his tunic.]

Keep your hands to yourself, now.

[aberrant_type]

Oh, I would never put my hands on you without your consent!

[That much is true. But she is watching him... doing a pretty good job of being discrete at it. GENITALS????]

[parricida]

[He lets out a soft hm, not quite sure if he believes her. At least the touch wouldn't be a sexual one, he's certain of that. With a little sigh he tugs off his tunic and stands to let his trousers drop. There's a brief moment of wishing he was far younger and fitter than he, in fact, is, but such is the trial of being middle aged! And at least he's not the picture of laziness.

As it happens, Cardassians aren't so different from humans. The torso is the same, though the lines of his body are outlined in the same thick ridges that adorn his face. In the center of his chest is a small spoon-shaped protrusion, mirroring the one on his forehead. And as he finishes disrobing, Hange will see that Cardassian genitals are entirely internal when not in use-- so that the region between Garak's legs more resembles a human female's than a male's, with only a near-invisible slit to betray where they're stored.

Not that Garak gives her a chance to give him a proper once over. Once he's disrobed, he wastes no time sinking into the water, hissing softly in approval.]

[aberrant_type]

[Okay like she's definitely watching this disrobing take place because why would she ignore this golden opportunity... but she is sensitive enough to not just stare at him outright. It's more like very careful scoping out from the corner of her eye. GOD she has so many questions... is he actually a female? How does a sex/gender work with an alien? Are his genitals internal? The things she'd ask if it wouldn't be completely terrible, with someone she'd rather be comfortable around her...]

[parricida]

[Oh, Hange. He's somewhat impressed she manages to not stare outright; that must take quite a bit of self-control. Still, her fascination is obvious, and Garak has to bite back his laughter.]

Not quite as hot as I'd like it, but enjoyable nonetheless.

[He says it blandly enough. He wants to see how long she'll last before asking something.]

[aberrant_type]

[Well, he won't have long to wait.]

Is cold uncomfortable for you, by any chance?

[parricida]

I'm reptilian, my dear. Uncomfortable doesn't begin to describe it.

[aberrant_type]

I wondered, but you are an alien, after all. I wouldn't want to assume too much correspondence between earth's creatures and your biology. What's the ship like, in that case? Unpleasant for you?

[parricida]

A bit chilly, yes. I'd much prefer something far darker and more humid, but it's hardly the worst conditions I've ever been subjected to.

[aberrant_type]

I'm not sure if we can control the environment quite in that way...

[Plus, there are more humans on board than Garaks, so she'd put their comfort first.]

But I suppose we might be able to get hold of some extra sweaters for you, or something similar.

[parricida]

You're too kind. I've always found a thermal undershirt to be the best solution, followed by several sweaters.

[He waves his hand airily, dismissing the issue. No need to worry on his behalf! Though he sinks a little lower in the water, humming softly in pleasure.]

Most species don't have our appreciation for the heat.

[aberrant_type]

It's that bad, is it? Well, at least it's something that's easy enough to take care of.

[Easier to add some layers, that is.]

So you're liking our little ship, yes? I feel like I should inform you I invited a departed crew member of ours to transfer back to us.