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Chris Halliwell [ Patrobas ] ([personal profile] misconceived) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2015-01-07 03:37 pm

enchanted forest . mingle

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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[personal profile] parricida 2015-01-16 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
I find it best not to interact with them at all, my dear. A word of advice.

[He drops his arm and exhales softly, his muscles slowly relaxing.]
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[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2015-01-16 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, this... [he drops his arm, looks back into the trees...] ...Is really not how I would have liked us to have met in person...

[he's still a little... on edge. calming down, but he's got a long way to go.]
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[personal profile] parricida 2015-01-17 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, well. We can always lie when people ask us years from now.

[Now, if that was Robin's illusion, his own ought to be along any moment now. He exhales softly.]

I think we ought to be going, hm?
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[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2015-01-18 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[he forces another smile onto his face, more for himself than Garak.]

I suppose you're right. I'm not sure how far it is to the end, from here.

[but he'll start walking. let's... get away from the bad illusion spot and maybe he'll start to think clearly again.]
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[personal profile] parricida 2015-01-18 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
I can't imagine it's too far.

[He glances around. Yes, best they leave soon-- because as worrying as the illusions are, they're far more dangerous because of the emotions they inspire. Garak is far too eager to see his own illusion for his own liking; best to take himself away from temptation.

They make it half a mile without seeing anything, and despite himself, Garak finds himself anxious. Surely she'll come? Surely he's due an illusion as well? Just wait, he tells himself, just wait, she'll be here, and how pathetic, that he wants to see her so badly he'd content himself with just an illusion.

He needn't have worried. At the next corner they round, there she is.]


Mila.

[He breathes out her name without realizing it, but he can't help it: it's his mother, and oh, it's been years since he's seen her. She looks just the same as ever-- her eyes the same shade of blue, narrowed in a sensible expression, her white hair coiled back into a tight coil, her skin a darker shade of grey than Garak's own.

Elim, she says, and for a moment she allows herself a slight smile.]
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[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2015-01-18 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[well.

he'd spent most of that half-mile carefully weighing out different things, being very quiet as he brought himself back to normalcy. by the time more strange things start happening, he can almost forget that his talk with Crow ever happened. he could at least talk about it, laugh about it, detached and uncaring as he should be.

he stops at this new illusion--surprised, initially that it's not one of his own. it doesn't take a spectacular jump in logic to imagine who this older woman could be, though. he looks between the both of them and then, fittingly, puts a cautious hand on Garak's shoulder.
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[personal profile] parricida 2015-01-19 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Distantly, he feels Robin's hand on his shoulder. He ought to pull away, ought to ignore the illusion before him-- but each time he tells himself to look away, he finds he's still staring. It's greedy, the way he stares, the way he craves every word the figure says-- it's nothing more than an illusion, no more real than a holodeck program, and yet it's the closest he'll most likely ever get.]

I, ah-- my manners are gone. Robin, Mila.
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[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2015-01-19 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[boy... is this what it's like? hallucination or not, he thinks it would be rude to not acknowledge someone another person cares about, so... he looks the figure over, nods, and smiles politely.]

Hello, Mila.

[does she say anything? he wonders...]
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[personal profile] parricida 2015-01-20 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[She does not, in fact-- a simple nod of her head, short and sharp, is all Robin gets. But that's not the illusion at fault; that's simply Mila.

Garak barks out a laugh and shakes his head. His eyes linger on his mother, though.]


Pathetic. Come along. We can't be far.
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[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2015-01-20 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[if that's the way it's going to be, Robin starts walking... but he keeps his hand on Garak's shoulder until he knows he's actually going to come with him too. consider it returning the favor.]