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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[theboogieman]

[he hadn't even remembered to look at hers--and he's not conniving enough to think to do it now. instead, he closes the book and holds it out to her.]

It's from my office.

[blindoptimism]

[Zhas... he's so open with his, she starts to feel a little guilty about stuffing hers away. But she looks at it with interest, examining it very gently. And... in return she offers her own envelope if he wants to look]

I got some pictures. [...] I wonder how these things were able to come here?

[theboogieman]

[...he takes the envelope, carefully. but instead of opening it, he just kind of... looks it over, smells it, and then decides he would rather hand it back to her.]

Forest of illusions. Who knows. Maybe it's that... [what did they call it...?] Prize.

[blindoptimism]

[Zhas... is always so sweet in the most unexpected ways. She smiles, grateful for his choice as she exchanges the book for the envelope]

Then... I suppose we should head back with our prize? Although it feels strange to call it that.

[...] And, again... thank you. I don't think would have made this far if you weren't here.

[theboogieman]

[...] You too.

[was it worth it? he doesn't know. the memory of his mmm-- master is still heavy in his mind, even if it's been shoved to the back of things. he supposes... he knows what she looks like now, doesn't he? so maybe it was a good thing.

he does want to ask, a little, about who she saw in the forest... but now's not the time.

LET'S GO HOME, NUNNALLY. he'll make hot chocolate.]

[blindoptimism]

[AND WITH THAT, THE SICK THREAD OF A MILLION MONTHS IS COMPLETED, WE ARE CHAMPIONS o/\o]