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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!]

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[there's another disapproving click of his tongue, and something of a wince at seeing her face, but... ugh, it almost does seem sympathetic. stop looking at him like that.

and he reaches down to take the photo, to see what this place has done to make her so upset.]

[oh it's just... a picture of her and all of her weird fairy friends, crowding together in someone's posh living room for a group photograph. most of them look Krista's age, but a couple of them are adults... probably, since they are also a big blue troll, a couple of red-skinned nockers, two sluagh, some princesses, and what appears to be a short, bipedal pig.]

That's all of us... [sniff. looking dejectedly forward.] I thought it would be better, after I left, because they're just illusions and now I've got something so I can't forget, but I'm... [SNIFF, she's getting worked up again. she pushes her face back into her knees.] I'm really fucking lonely...

I know you are.

[he's mentioned the sorrow thing before, hasn't he? he can't help but but know exactly how lonely she is. and it makes him sigh and sound tired.]

But you're also young. [he holds his hand down toward her, waits for her to notice it.]

And if I'm not going to be stuck here forever, neither are you.

[...ugh, Tek is being nice to her. how pathetic must she look right now? she looks up at his hand, wibbling pathetically, but makes extra sure to wipe all of the tears and gross makeup smudges off of her hands (sorry, pants, she'll wash you later) before she reaches up for his.]

[he hoists her up onto her feet, and then picks at her sleeve, tugging a few wrinkles out of place.]

...Ugh. You are a mess, though.

[in case she didn't know.]

Can't have you going back to your ship looking like that.

Ugh, I know... [she tries to clear her sinuses with a throaty "guh" noise.] I think my fae form would be prettier, at this point...

I don't have much... [he still really needs to replenish his collection of cosmetics so bad] ...but we'll at least get you cleaned up enough to back to your ship without them suspecting a thing.

That's what you want, isn't it?

[oh... god, she nods. that seems to get her to really pull herself together.]

I can't let them see me like this.

[see? this is why they get along. similar priorities.]

Precisely. ...Come on.

[and he'll lead the way, confident that she'll follow.

she'll be fixed up and sent on her way in no time.]

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