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. ]

Comments

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[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.

[parricida]

[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.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[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...]

[parricida]

[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.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[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.]