Let's all hold hands and sing Kumbaya

[notzubats]

Who: Everybody! It's a planet mingle!
Broadcast: If You want!
Action: On the Holding Hands plant!
When: From June 23 until whenever we need a new mingle.

[At long last, the fleet has arrived to a new planet. This means it's time for a mingle guys! Get in! ]

Comments

[grandstanding]

In what sense was it "kind of" your job? [It either is or it isn't. Erik follows Kirk's glance to the spear, before looking back with a raised eyebrow.]

It's not my first time using one.

[universal_charm]

I say kind of because it wasn't my exact role on the ship. Our overall mission is exploration, though, but things like this are usually what the science officers do.

_{[ A light shrug. ]}

No? I kind of got that with the way you're holding it. Hobby or...?

[grandstanding]

Ah. Pioneers. [Supposedly noble efforts to explore new lands. That's an old story.]

I've hunted with one before. [For a man claiming to be from the 1970s, he says that like it's not out the ordinary.] They had some on hand when I first got here, so I took one.

[universal_charm]

Space pioneers. Heh, I'll have to remember that one to tell Scotty. He'd get a kick out of that.

_{[ Well, he had honestly heard and come across stranger things. ]}

Had any luck so far? I would think all this foliage would make it hard to throw that - or do you work more up close?

_{[ He made a motion for Erik to walk with him as he moved off from the patch he had been examining. ]}

[grandstanding]

A coworker, I'm assuming.

[He shoulders the spear after a moment, and walks after him. The conversation is benign enough to keep following the thread of it, for now.]

A mixture of both. The foliage isn't a problem, with the force I put into it. The difficulty comes from seeing a target.

[universal_charm]

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