[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]

[ He shakes his head. ]

The groundskeeper always kept the gardens in peak condition. Growing anything never really occurred to me. I always liked them though. And how hard could it be?

[exothermia]

That - [Erik tosses one of the flower stalks lightly into Charles's lap.] - is the answer of someone who has no idea.

[axiomed]

[ He blinks as the flower falls on his lap before looking aggrieved. ]

I'm not adopting a puppy or starting a greenhouse.

[exothermia]

[Erik chuckles, turning the remaining two flowers over in his fingers.]

There's overwatering, and underwatering. Some plants don't cope in direct sunlight. Then there's pests, insects, composting...

[axiomed]

Then I'll be sure to talk to Professor Erik if I'm at a loss.

[exothermia]

You'll have to let me know when you find that non-existent individual.

There are books on it, in the library, if that suits you better.

[axiomed]

You forget that I was the one who gave you books on gardening, Erik.

[exothermia]

I didn't forget. [Even if he had only started to put that book to use in their dying days of Kyriakos. It hadn't made the trip back to the mansion, something left for his team to use in keeping up the greenhouse he'd begun.] But the library is what's available now.

[axiomed]

[ He nods slowly. ]

I'll take a look.

[exothermia]

Not that I really know much about managing plants on a spaceship. The Windrose has a hanging garden... and there's the Iskaulit, of course.

[axiomed]

Maybe we can make one for the Heron.

[exothermia]

[Erik hums quietly, thinking about it. What the Windrose has is a bit too elaborate and involved. One or two plants would be fine, though... easy to manage.]

Maybe.

[axiomed]

Something small . . . manageable. Ours.

[ The last part is a little quieter, tentative. ]

[exothermia]

[He smiles faintly at the suggestion. Whether anyone else would bother with the plants is a moot point. The two of them could manage a couple of pots.]

That would work.

[axiomed]

[ He exhales quietly. ]

If you like.

[exothermia]

I'll ask Tempest which one of her plants copes best with being moved indoors.

[axiomed]

Does she have a garden on the Golden?

[exothermia]

I think that's her plan - for her room at least. That's why she asked me to help her collect plants.

[It's been good busy-work, he'll give it that much.]

[axiomed]

[ He nods. ]

Aurae always had a healthy appreciation for nature.

[exothermia]

[Erik tilts his head slightly at the use of her other name, but doesn't comment. He's known her real name for years, ever since the library. That was another Tempest, though, and this one doesn't remember those days. So Erik doesn't use the name.]

And strong-arming me into gardening.

[axiomed]

I don't hear you complaining.

[exothermia]

Because I'm done for now. Besides... I've gardened before.

[axiomed]

[ Wryly. ]

How could I forget?

[exothermia]

[He raises an eyebrow.] And what is it you're thinking of exactly?

[axiomed]

Who can say?