[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

[exothermia]

Properly...? [He doesn't know what she means, really. Surely she isn't going to give him credits.]

[noprophecies]

[she pauses what she's doing, glancing up to raise both eyebrows at him]

Yes? Let me buy you a drink. [a pause] Or dinner, if you do not drink anymore. One of those.

[exothermia]

I still have both. [Though his dinner lately has largely been the ship-provided pastes.]

[noprophecies]

Then I will do both.

[she rarely uses her credits, may as well spend them spoiling one of her old men]

[exothermia]

That's really not necessary.

[noprophecies]

I know it isn't, but I want to.

[exothermia]

[Gathering up the bag, he considers for a few moments, before nodding. If Tempest wanted to, it wouldn't hurt. And he has to admit he wouldn't mind a drink.]

[noprophecies]

[that makes her smile wider, genuine. She wouldn't have insisted if he had turned her down, but she's glad he didn't. It meant spending more time with him, and, admittedly, drinking alone was getting old]

Whenever you feel up to it, then.

[exothermia]

[Waiting for that could be a frustrating exercise. He feels all right today, so it might as well happen now.]

Why don't we just go after we take the plants back?

[noprophecies]

[she blinks, before the smile comes back, just a touch wider. If he felt up to it, she was by no means going to argue it]

That is fine with me, too.

[exothermia]

All right. [He hefts up the bag.] Let's get this taken care of.

[noprophecies]

[she gathers up her things as well]

Mmm. After - do you want to check the waystation, or just go to the Iskaulit?

[exothermia]

[He grimaces a bit at the mention of the waystations. Hardly a good choice for a meal, he thinks. He's only made a short trip out there so far, and it wasn't exactly a savoury place.]

The Iskaulit.

[noprophecies]

[she raises an eyebrow at the grimace, head tilting, but decides to let it go for now. She can ask about it later]

That is fine with me.

[exothermia]

[He nods, and slings the bag over his shoulder. They make the trek back to the ships, to deliver their green cargo. Erik doesn't make much conversation on the way, but he'll listen to Tempest as they go.]

[noprophecies]

[she doesn't mind the lack of conversation; she isn't known for her conversation skills, after all, and despite a few idle comments here and there she doesn't try to fill the silence. It isn't as though she minds, after all.

Once they've left their haul on the Golden and make their way over to the Iskaulit, the only prompting she gives is for Erik to choose whatever he wants to have, whether it's their drink of choice or dinner or what-have-you. She's intent on spoiling him]

[exothermia]

[They had gotten the food out of the way first, the bar providing enough decent fare to make a meal out of. He does get his credits out to pay, but Tempest overrides him, leaving him a bit disgruntled. It had been habit, more than anything.

He sighs as their drinks arrive, having once again been out-maneuvered on paying.]

You're being very forceful.

[noprophecies]

I did insist on paying, love, and I meant it.

[she gives him one of her impish, "innocent" smiles and reaches for her drink] You can pay next time.

[exothermia]

[He takes his own glass, raising his eyebrows at her attitude. It doesn't fool him at all, as she knows it won't.]

Next time.

[noprophecies]

If I remember. My memory is rather terrible, you know.

[how dare you, Erik, she is the most innocent ever]

[exothermia]

I'll remind you.

[noprophecies]

Remind me of what?

[see what she did there]

[exothermia]

I will send you a text message.

[noprophecies]

I will delete it immediately.

[exothermia]

You're impossible.