dear diary 002

[onetwosixshit]

Who: Oscar Mike and OPEN
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A
When: 7/17/2016

So hey, everyone listening out there. This hippie planet is getting real boring real fast, and there are way too many of these little slug dudes all around.

So, like, who out there's up for some shooting shit? Except without the shooting part, since there ain't no guns around. So shooting shit with fists. Fisting? Aw who the hell cares. Who's up for some mahno eee mahno hardcore painfests winner take all except there's really nothing here so mainly just beating the crap outta eachother? A guy could get real out of practice here with nothing to fight.

Comments

[onetwosixshit]

Woah woah woah, what the hell is this?

[At least he's not falling, that's a definite bonus, but that still doesn't explain all the arms everywhere.]

This you??

[thetruehistorian]

I don't see anyone else around.

[She settles into a coy smile, though, now that she knows why he's disturbed.]

Is it better if I use a full clone? It takes more energy than I'm used to using, but I could probably manage to get you to the ambush if you hurry. Which you ought to do, anyway, since I think they're beginning to suspect I might be food in spite of smelling like flora. They're rather clever, it seems.

[onetwosixshit]

Uhhhh. Kay. I've seen freakier. I think.

[Maybe. He can't really be sure. This does take at least one of the top three spots in 'freakiest things I am going to write about in my private diary later'.]

I mean, uh, nah. You can just uh, ride along I guess. Point me to 'em, freaky plant lady!

[thetruehistorian]

[With a giggle, Robin does just that, guiding him quickly and directly into the midst of a velociraptor ambush. Once her core comes into view, the clone disintegrates.

Robin's sitting on a thick tree branch, legs propped up along its length and crossed at the knee as she leans back against the trunk, casually.]

You'd best be careful! I've been teasing them for quite awhile, so they're-

[The underbrush explodes in a flurry of movement. Ready to strike is what she'd been about to say, but it seems they would rather demonstrate rather than hear talk about it. At first blush, there are four of them. Robin manages to trip one up during the initial charge, but it'll be up again in a moment or two. They've all decided that Oscar Mike smells a lot more like lunch than the weird moving plant. Hopefully, he's got good reflexes.]