[muffled spooky scary skeletons playing in the distance]

[geonomy]

Who: You! Me! Everybody!
Broadcast: idk but we've sure got a pretty broad cast of folks eh, eh
Action: HECK YEAH PLANET MINGLE
When: 10/7 until plot update or recaptcha

It's a deep, deep forest filled to the brim with fungi, mysterious life forms, and pitch black darkness. Explore if you dare and discover all these things and more! Just don't get lost...

Comments

[bythewaves]

"Not as such, no - but Elvenhome is reached across the Western Sea, where Cirdan's mariners can find the Straight Road that leads away from the bent world."

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha opens her stance, shifting back on one foot. it's not that she's not afraid, exactly, but she tamps down on the fear. Clarity sinks in. She doe consider making a retreat, but running might turn her into prey and she has no reason to believe she'd outrun the alien.

Instead she lowers the tip of her weapon briefly, firing a warning shot at the ground in front of it in a clear sign not to come closer.

The muzzle comes back up almost instantly, ready to fire again if the thing takes that for a challenge.]

[outstandingbalance]

Four you'd find.

[She says it as a joke, not serious enough to confirm or deny his statement.]

Sure beats leaving bread crumbs though.

[imfine1111one]

I'm kind of applying Mr. Wright's school of thought to this situation. . .

[WHAT WOULD MR. WRIGHT DO IN THIS SITUATION--probably get knocked out, now that he thinks about it.

...

Shit.

When the second one appears, Apollo nods frantically.]

. . .slow, careful, steps backwards, Trucy. We'll just retrace our steps, and--[SNAP. Who just stepped on a convenient, loud, dry twig? THIS GUY. Turkeys are on high alert now.]

\o/

[bryces_pup]

That would be ideal, but I also fear getting lost. Not that that's anything new to us, but we're not as well equipped or supplied. And there's not telling what's in this place.

[She doesn't like not knowing what they're going into. Sure, that happened plenty of times during the Blight, but she could at least have some educated guesses. Here, who knows what's in this forest.]

[imfine1111one]

[They made it, it's a miracle. Apollo's finally peeking out.]

What even is this place? Just like, a general hang out area at every planet? Like a gas station, only not as creepy as the ones peppered across the desert.

[imfine1111one]

Oh wow. No wonder it's especially jarring for you.

But, well. It is what it is. But if you get nervous about it, there is something you can do to take all the weirdness off your mind.

[imfine1111one]

Too late. [He's half joking, but haha GOOD LUCK GETTING HIM OFF A SHIP AGAIN.]

Anyway, tell me more about you and Clay! Back home he was so busy with his training, I didn't think he'd ever try dating again. This is a trip to think about.

[foxpas]

It seems to be a place around and between planets to stock up on some small supplies, as well as to simply stretch your legs. This one appears to be heavily modified, however.

[save_the_souls]

[GET OFF YOUR SHIP AND EXPLORE SPACE!! ITS GOOD FOR YOU]

Ha- I can imagine. I don't think either of us expected to date here.

But what would you like to know?

[imfine1111one]

[WHAT WOULD HE LIKE TO KNOW, ALLEN ASKS. He whips out a notepad. Where did he have it. Lawyer secret.]

Clay's told me a bit, but I like to get different testimonies. What was the first date like? How many did it take before you guys made it official? Did that very distinct mark of yours play into it?

[imfine1111one]

[He looks around and.........wow the place looks kind of sketchy. But he DOES have a little money thanks to the drama last month, this could be his only chance in a while to do some shopping.]

. . ."heavily modified?" I hope the other stops look less skeevy. But there are places to buy things, right? I should get some more writing utensils.

[save_the_souls]

...Testimonies...?!

[Was he under some criminal investigation now...?! SHIT.]

Um- okay, first of all it's a scar. And...I don't know? He's never mentioned it-

[Did it? Shit it has a star and everything what if it did-

Noticing the notepad: ] -- Are you writing this down??

[mucked]

No? Is that so? [ she doesn't quite laugh. ] How do you expect to be killed?

[imfine1111one]

. . .yes? It's fine, I don't embellish anything.

A scar? Wow. (For such a specific shape, that must have been something super painful. . .) He's seriously never said anything about it? Even though your nickname is Starlight?

[wolfehawke]

She'll never learn that, I'm sorry to say. Though not too sorry, it sort of brightens the mood her talking about whatever crosses her mind as it does so.

[He grins, and waves away her not knowing the Hero and the Inquisitor.]

Just people of note from my worlds, it's not important here.

[experiencepoints]

[She groans, slumping over, and dropping her face into her hands. Why is her life so hard?

... But after a moment, she sighs, and straightens up again, voice quiet, but face still in her hands.]

... Is she doing well there?

[foxpas]

Yes, though the money is somehow moved without any physical coin. It is rather uncanny.

[CREDIT CARDS ARE WEIRD AND EVIL MAGIC.]

Writing utensils?

[wolfehawke]

I guess so. I do like these ships better than ones over water. A lot less swaying.

[He says that with a bit of a grimace. Adalwolfe's prone to seasickness. Something about how a vessel rocks on the water just makes it impossible for him to keep anything down.]

What's a train?

[wolfehawke]

[Adalwolfe leans over to peer at Sorey's face, stroking his own trimmed beard for a moment.]

Looks like there's something... A bit of stubble, maybe? I can't tell under the dirt.

[imfine1111one]

. . . [Buddy.]

Mm, that's right. Some new pens, a sturdier notepad. I've been taking notes up til this point but I didn't really have much on me. This way I can properly record everything!

[save_the_souls]

[My god this guy, and here he thought it'd been going well.

Dryly] No, he didn't. Most people feel it's rude to point out a giant scar across someone's face.

[HINT. HINT.]

[imfine1111one]

[?????????

This is a blatant contradiction. His pet name is Starlight. There is a starshaped scar on his face. WHERE IS THE CONNECTION.

But he does get the hint, even if though there's a distinct glint of wanting to badger more in his eyes.]

. . .er, I suppose so, though it's certainly a noticeable feature.

But in any case, let's turn it around. What stood out to you about Clay?

[magicpanchira]

....Daddy can't hunt either, you know.

[ She stares back and forth between both turkeys and then Apollo. Slowly, she takes hold of his arm and gently begins to back away, tugging him backwards with him when he steps on that twig. Se hides a wince as both turkeys begin to scratch at the ground rather aggressively. ]

...

[ Nope. It's go time, as far as Trucy's concerned. She picks up a rock and throws it directly in between the two giant birds, not wanting to hit them of course, but it still makes them bristle up. The larger one that came into the clearing suddenly gobbles loudly and runs directly at the two humans.

It's at this point, the ominous screeching they'd heard earlier makes itself physically known. Another bird, far bigger than either turkey, dives down between the lawyer and magician, large talons extended as it suddenly swoops in and scoops up the charging turkey, flying off with it as if that was the plan the whole time.

Trucy simply stares, eyes wide, before her gaze moves to the remaining poultry. ]

Did... did that really just happen?!

[wolfehawke]

I'm more of a city person myself, but I can see the appeal.

[He doesn't hate small villages, which is good considering he'd settled in one for more than a year between running around freeing Circles and when Varric sent his letter about Corypheus and the Inquisition, not to mention the childhood years spent in remote town after remote town, but he'd grown very fond of Kirkwall and its bustle. A place where the city itself never goes to bed and you can find anything you need at any time of the day or night. It was exciting and invigorating if you could ignore the petty criminals, Carta, Coterie, slavers, drunks, asshole Templars, Tal Vashoth, rogue blood mages...

Okay well it's not perfect.]

I don't think I'll ever get the hang of normal fishing though, sitting there with a net or a pole.

[Way easier to just shoot a quick and easy sliver of ice at the fish and wait for it to float up. Neat and tidy.]