[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

[axiomed]

You shouldn't go on your own.

[noprophecies]

[she shakes her head]

I don't plan to. I will ask someone to go with me.

[axiomed]

[ He raises an eyebrow. ]

Like who?

[noprophecies]

[she also raises an eyebrow]

Her name is Barriss, and she is a - friend. She's part of my ship's crew.

[axiomed]

[ He nods, faintly relieved. ]

That's good.

[noprophecies]

[she watches him for a moment before she smiles a bit]

Did you think I meant someone else?

[axiomed]

Actually, I was mostly curious as to who you meant. You seemed to have someone in mind already.

[noprophecies]

[she shrugs a shoulder]

I think she would be more suited to this than my usual choice. And I'd rather not get him involved if it is going to end up being nothing. [or worse, if it does end up being something]

[axiomed]

. . . Are you referring to Erik?

[noprophecies]

Mmhmm. I already asked for his help with something unrelated.

[axiomed]

[ He nods. ]

It's best to leave him out of this.

[noprophecies]

[she snorts]

It's best to leave you both out of it this, if I am to be completely honest.

[axiomed]

[ He blinks. ]

Why me?

[noprophecies]

[. . . Charles]

My, should I give the serious answer or the brat answer?

[axiomed]

I'd prefer the former, obviously.

[noprophecies]

[of course he wants that one. She hums a little thoughtfully]

How is your head doing lately?

[it isn't asked unkindly, but she doesn't forget the things they speak about, either]

[axiomed]

[ His expression clears up. ]

Better. It's still a work in progress.

[noprophecies]

[she nods, smiling a bit]

You should worry about that, then, and let me worry about this. That is my serious answer.

[axiomed]

. . . All right.

[noprophecies]

[she reaches down to squeeze his hand]

Thank you. It is only because I worry endlessly about you both, you know - I'd rather not add to your own worries with something like this.

[axiomed]

[ He squeezes it back. ]

The feeling is mutual, you realize.

[noprophecies]

You worry endlessly about me? Goodness, no wonder you've become all wrinkled.

[but . . . she ducks her head, smiling wider]

But I know it is mutual.

[axiomed]

And don't forget it.

Let me know if you find anything.

[noprophecies]

I will. And I will be careful, before you say it.

[axiomed]

Excellent, now I don't need to say it.