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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Anyone! Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: On the FLOOT LOOP stations! Or the planet!
When: WHENEVER time is an illusion.

[you know the drill! this is a mingle for the stations floating around the bizarre forest planet, or the forest planet itself!

want to get away from the forest illusions? are you stopping for supplies? were you just really craving a bowl of Floot Loops for some reason? whether you are backdating for pre-planet shenanigans or just want to mess around, this is the post for you!]

Comments

[heresyandlace]

Among other things.

[--he fills in her thoughtful silence. it's an obvious observation, but he thinks it deserves comment anyway.]

[aberrant_type]

Eh, naturally. But... they're enveloped by that.

[A more apt and telling answer might be, for an effective way to fight. But she doesn't feel like saying that.

Now she gazes at the shot glasses with disappointment. Empty... which, ah. It might be for the best anyway. She should probably stop. Especially since she consumed his laced shot earlier. She should... go back to home base... induce vomiting... drink some water, eat something bland, try to sleep it off.

That's a lot of steps. She turns her head and stares out the window again.]

[heresyandlace]

[he watches the tipsy wheels crank away in there, watches her attention drip out the window... and he guesses along fairly accurate lines where her mind is going.

and he laughs, just a little.]

...Is this what you'd been hoping for?

[aberrant_type]

Mm?

[Her attention swings back towards him. Even drunk, her intensity is strong.]

Be clearer.

[heresyandlace]

[he swears she radiates static electricity. he props his chin on his hand.]

When you decided to head out tonight and drink.

Did you get what you wanted? Are you satisfied?

[aberrant_type]

Hm! [Another pause, while she looks up and considers that. And, well... she's fuzzed-out and relaxed, and that's exactly what she wanted, so:]

Yes.

[heresyandlace]

Oh! Well, good.

You were looking awfully pensive for a moment there.

[aberrant_type]

As far's I know, a thoughtful face isn't a crime.

[She settles back in her seat, eyes half closing. Since their contest is over, she's toning at least a little of her energy down. She's also pretty neutral on whether or not she actually wants to pursue a conversation with him.]